RED, WHITE, BLUE AND BUDLIGHT PUMPING THROUGH MY VEINS !
Poker, Nascar, Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue and stadiums filled with more screaming football fans and floods of light and life pouring in then lady liberty herself could imagine. What could possibly be more american than all of this? How about a bunch of rappers sitting around calling each other just to say "wazzaaaaaaaaahh..?" or a class full of a mass mixture of cultures fighting to become legal american citizens. It could be very difficult to find an icon that could represent the american while encompasing all of this culture, but I believe I have found it in Budweiser. Last night, I decided to ask my dad his thoughts on american icons and all he had to offer was Elvis and Bud Light.
I thought about it some more and after hacking through my mom's internet blocks I reached the Bud Light web site. The stunning realization I came to find was that not only is Budweiser involved with all of the redblood white american stereo-types but it includes it self in the communities of many other cultures and minorities. The clearest representations of this are in the budlight commercials. One commercial in particular, opens with a group of immigrants are sitting in a citizenship class and learning how to ask for a budlight from Atlanta to L.A.
In my mind this is perfectly invades all aspects of american life.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
You can go to extremes with impossible schemes
You can laugh when your dreams fall apart at the seams
And life gets more exciting with each passing day
And love is either in your heart or on its way
Don't you know that its worth every treasure on earth
To be young at heart
For as rich as you are its much better by far
To be young at heart
-Frank Sinatra, Young At Heart.
"..and I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health. I said "there is nothing that I can do for you that you can't do
for yourself." He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would
help." So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt. He said, "I
think I'm cured. In fact, I'm sure. Thank you stranger, for your
therapeutic smile."
So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone. And your eyes must
do some raining if you are ever going to grow. But when crying don't help and
you can't compose yourself. It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope. That is why I'm singing... Baby don't worry cause now I
got your back. And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company through those days so long and black. And we'll just keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve of Love's uneven remainder, our lives are fractions of a whole. But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall. Then I think we would see the beauty then. We would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil. "
-Bowl of Oranges, Bright Eyes.
"The only difference between me and a madman is that I'm not mad."
-Salvidor Dali
The reason I selected the lyrics and quote above is because I believe that they, together, describe me very well. I hope to remain young at heart until the day the death grabs me by the dentures. I want to ask questions constantly about anything and everything, and earnestly care to hear the answer. I would love to become life long friends with some kid I have just met five minutes before, and then create crazy explanations for the "x" in the equation of life over a glass of apple juice. The pictures above represent this for me also in that surreal art contains some of the wacky-est, most irrational images while simultaneously holding intensely deep, complex meaning. I want to love and fight like each moment in the single most defining one in my life, and cry like a baby when I skin my knee.
You can laugh when your dreams fall apart at the seams
And life gets more exciting with each passing day
And love is either in your heart or on its way
Don't you know that its worth every treasure on earth
To be young at heart
For as rich as you are its much better by far
To be young at heart
-Frank Sinatra, Young At Heart.
"..and I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health. I said "there is nothing that I can do for you that you can't do
for yourself." He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would
help." So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt. He said, "I
think I'm cured. In fact, I'm sure. Thank you stranger, for your
therapeutic smile."
So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone. And your eyes must
do some raining if you are ever going to grow. But when crying don't help and
you can't compose yourself. It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope. That is why I'm singing... Baby don't worry cause now I
got your back. And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company through those days so long and black. And we'll just keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve of Love's uneven remainder, our lives are fractions of a whole. But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall. Then I think we would see the beauty then. We would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil. "
-Bowl of Oranges, Bright Eyes.
"The only difference between me and a madman is that I'm not mad."
-Salvidor Dali
The reason I selected the lyrics and quote above is because I believe that they, together, describe me very well. I hope to remain young at heart until the day the death grabs me by the dentures. I want to ask questions constantly about anything and everything, and earnestly care to hear the answer. I would love to become life long friends with some kid I have just met five minutes before, and then create crazy explanations for the "x" in the equation of life over a glass of apple juice. The pictures above represent this for me also in that surreal art contains some of the wacky-est, most irrational images while simultaneously holding intensely deep, complex meaning. I want to love and fight like each moment in the single most defining one in my life, and cry like a baby when I skin my knee.
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