Happy Thursday

Here we are, another thursday.
In band, there used to be a "happy thursday" tradition. I wasn't the biggest fan, mostly because I really never liked marching band practice in college. Actually, as much as I liked the overall experience of band, I never really liked band. When I look back on it, I'm glad I did it, but I rarely actually enjoyed being there. Strange I guess. Maybe. I don't know. I just know that I liked being in band but never liked being at band. I guess. Hard to explain.

I'm not sure what, about the new america we're getting into, I'm most worried about.

As a person, I'm a big Barack Obama fan. But I don't think his policies as a liberal were what many evangelical-obamaites (of which I would consider myself, in hindsight but not at the time...I'm still more anti-neo-con than I am probama....actually, I always planned on voting for Obama because he is black. I figured another white president wasn't going to do anything for race relations in the U.S. so why not give it a try no matter what? As it is, I think race relations are a more important Kingdom issue than basically anything people will talk about with Obama's presidency...for now at least) saw coming. I'm glad Guantanamo is closed but the stimulus package is nothing but disappointing...why does it have to be so contingent on random stuff? Can't we just live by principle and make decisions for ourselves?

I always have been too libertarian for party politics, and that stings more now that I picked a winning horse, so to speak.

George Voinovich would be the best thing to happen to the 2012 republican primary, but I don't think he can win. He's too unradical a true conservative and too true a conservative to win the positively neo-base.

Whatever. 2012 is Obama's to lose...although he's not done the worst job at that so far either. But we're one week in. One week.

Try her boy, but she'll still do what she please. As they say. They being Anberlin. The song being the oddest closing song to any of their albums. A great song...but the broken link between Naive Orleans-Fin-Miserabile Visu. It just doesn't fit. And that's why I think Anberlin might be singing my life story. Too weird to post. Maybe I'll tell you in person sometime.

I do know that Stephen Christian is the most underrated voice of this generation's Christianity. He's like the Chuck D of right now if you replace Black America with New School Evangelicals.

And that can be refuted. And that is why I'm right. And I am still postively post-modern.

I wasn't quite sure what I was going to write about when I sat down to write, but I wasn't quite sure I had much time to write much of anything either. And now I'm running out of much to say.

Unlike last year, January hasn't given me strong musical, literary, or filmic glimpses of year-long greatness. I hope that isn't a sign of things to come. My artist of the month thus far has probably been Nas, but he's not sustainable because, for me, rap is very much a fluid art-form. I can't connect with certain songs for too terribly long...just in general I guess, but I attach more to people than songs, and it's Nas right now, but just til I find something new then I'll consume that for awhile and move on. It's consumer culture and its hip-hop culture. And I'm somewhere between, cultivating the post-modern culture that transcends hip-hop and consumerism. Trying to at least. Evangelical, at least.

I don't know why I'm finding myself more and more attached to the word, Evangelical, lately. I've always kind of disliked it because it is utterly laced with undesirable connotations in the larger (and unadmittedly unpost-modern) culture that controls American thought...I call it angry-white America....or the wrong collective. They think too much about what and who they are and therefore are nothing of what they claim. More correctly, I should probably say the majority culture. But it's really a group of loud white people more than a majority. That's much of why I am who I am and so utterly unaffectable. Because I see it as loud and I see them as swayed. And I do and am neither.

I like Thursdays until 1.
-Zack
"She appears composed so she is I suppose"
-I'm Going to Love You Anyhow, Eliott Smith