i know this has to be played out and cliché and totally expected, but i have to write my piece about valentine's day and what it supposedly represents.
every year, we as a society subject ourselves to this strange excuse for a holiday. it seems, more than anything else, like the get out of jail free card in monopoly except it's get a fuck for free. the flaw in that logic is that if you are lucky enough to have/find someone to fuck, you still have to pay for it.
personally, i am of the mind that everyone should be as happy as possible on valentine's day but i think that entails the complete destruction of the holiday in general. after all, there's almost a guarantee that 30% of the population is going to be unhappy on valentine's day while another 20% are just plain single and whose feelings on the day most likely teeter based on what/who they see on the streets or in storefront windows.
while washing dishes tonite (i'm a romantic, what can i say?), i thought that if i ever have a steady girl, we won't celebrate valentine's day. instead, we'll pretend it doesn't even exist and instead have a jason and (blank hot girl's name) day at our discretion.
aw who am i kidding. i'd luv the free fuck.
luv,
jason c
ps i'm sitting here in briefs. baby blue briefs. well they're more aqua i guess. ballin!
pps next blog, a treatise on love, luv and mud.
ok. so i'm listening to pardon the interruption podcast right now and they are going over the super bowl. now, it's been quite a while since i've seen a professional football game that mattered much less really cared about a super bowl. hell, i've never really been a big fan of the nfl. BUT this super bowl was different. this super bowl was worth it. it holds this mighty distinction for three reasons:
peyton manning's winning (i feel bad for when nebraska made him its bitch back in, was it 97'?)
the total ridiculousness of turnovers and shit going on, the rain, the game going kind of fast!
but for one reason and one reason only did this super bowl blow out any super bowl from the past and probably in the future.
prince at halftime.
holy balls was that like the greatest f-ing halftime show i've ever seen! in the past, it seems as if the super bowl has always tried to assemble a justice league of pop culture superstars who later turn out to be fatties and negligent parents. this year, however, they made a decision which will live in pure and complete greatness in my mind.
not only did prince play on this HUGE ASS raised platform the size of the field almost, shaped like his old 'artist formerly known as' but he was dressed like the fucking lady in the 'we can do it' world war ii era propaganda, bandana and all with two horny, scantily dressed dancers following him around. also, his guitars were beaaaautiful.
oh and let's not forget the marching band with glow in the dark lining around their suits, the balls to let the fans come on the stage, the MASSIVE sheet that floated up to silhouette him as a 40 foot monster of rock! and that he ended the night in PURPLE RAIN IN THE RAIN holy shit.
it's even forgivable that he sang mostly other people's songs that i didn't even know (except the foo fighters song which was just plain confusing).
basically, what i'm trying to say is that prince is awesome and football is cool and the two together are like sour cream and onion chips with vanilla ice cream. two things that you wouldn't expect to mix or work, but they do. holy shit they do.
luv,
jason c
ps check out the halftime show on youtube, this frank zappa interview: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ISil7IHzxc and a ny times article on prince's show! http://www.nytimes.com/2007/02/05/sports/football/05halftime.html?_r=1&oref=slogin
ballin!