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Define New Years -Autumn Mercy-

 A new day, always.

A new week, it’s coming.

Another month, is here.

A new year really means nothing.

The earth has and always will float here. Nothing changes but what is written on a piece of paper. Maybe this is just a holiday for people who want to leave things behind and start over. No matter how many times I’ve said “I’m starting over”, the past catches up. And this “New Year” hasn’t stop anything from getting to me.

Maybe we should throw parties for new weeks, or new months ? We could always “start over”, although we really never fully do. And you might be thinking… Well every year I get older… YOUR ALWAYS GETTING OLDER ! Your always…well… dying. On that one day you don’t just hit puberty randomly, It takes time. 

So this “New Year”, is just another dumb holiday. Ehh.

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2012 – Our last year? by Ari Young

Sitting here in 70 degree weather in Texas on New Year’s Eve day, listening to “Married with Sea Monsters” practice over the melodic strains of Bon Iver, I find it hard to believe how radically different my life is today in comparison to last year at this time. Last New Year’s Eve, I was recovering from fresh heartache, excited to start a New Year after the crapfest that was 2010. I spent the evening with my brother and sister-in-law, two of my favorite people in the world, and it seemed I was on the dawn of a new era. Well it didn’t quite work out like that. I immediately proceeded to have the worst semester of my life, fail my final class and was forced to take Algebra again over the summer (which I passed with the highest grade in the class, by the way…Yes I’m proud.) The summer was fun, I finally graduated, and spent all my time with my best friends, but all the same I kept feeling this intense wanderlust. Even a three week vacation in May could not quell my need for escape, change, a new life.

Well, here I am finally, and everything seems to be falling into place. I’m finally in a relationship with the best guy in the world, have made some excellent friends here, and am involved in something creative and inspiring with Bohemia Magazine. It finally feels as though 2012 will be the best year ever, and if it is our last, then so be it.

The celebration of the New Year is the oldest holiday, dating all the way back to Ancient Rome. A two-headed God, Janus, (January) was placed at the head of the calendar, one head looking back, and one head looking forward. 4000 years later, and this holiday has evolved into “one last” hedonistic blowout, before we wake up tomorrow and magically eschew all our addictions and bad habits. It doesn’t really work like that unfortunately, as noticed by the dramatic drop-off in gym attendees around March of every year. It is still fun however, to turn that fresh page, feel as though this time, everything will be different. We will quit smoking, quit drinking, lose weight, work harder, spend more time with our families, travel more, save money, and be generally ubermensch versions of ourselves. Right guys?

Well there is a lot of cynicism directed at New Year’s Resolutions, but if I’ve learned one thing in my years as a smoker, it’s that it’s better to keep trying to quit, rather than to just give in and resign yourself to a lifetime as an addict. So what if I fail miserably on my resolutions by March? At least I spent two months eating better, exercising, not-smoking, and generally just trying hard to be a better person, right?

So, without further adieu, here are my resolutions for 2012. They are roughly identical to my resolutions of the last few years (which I have often upheld, by the way.)

1. Get a job, like now. I need a job asamfp (I’ll let you deduce the meaning thereof.) Someone hire me please.

2. Get published. Or at least put more effort into creative output and the attempt of getting published.

3. Lose 30 lbs, forever. Yo-yo dieting sucks and I am sick of it. Junk food is too damn good.

4. No cigarettes, none. None. None. None. Seriously. I’ve got a few friends that are going to try and quit with me this year so hopefully there is power in unity?

5. No Beer/Junk food, indefinitely. I’m sure I will fail at this eventually but I would at least like to make it a couple months on the food thing, that will greatly help #3. As for drinking, I don’t really want to do it anymore. So there.

6. Take a trip. Ah, the one resolution I’ve upheld every year since 2008. I’m not great at saving money, but when it comes to travel funds, I am as frugal as Ebenezer.

Alright friends, I think that’s it. The ole’ general American resolutions…work harder, play less, be healthier, smarter, better looking. Be the best you you can be! Ha. Well we’ll see where I’m at in March.

I wish everyone a safe and happy new year. DON’T drink and drive. Seriously. It’s much more worth it to spend 30$ on a cab rather than several grand on a DUI or worse. Trust me.

Goodnight friends. I will leave you with my favorite New Year’s Eve scene in film. Enjoy! And I hope everyone has someone to kiss at Midnight :)

And here’s another one, just for fun, starring my favorite actor of all time. New Year’s Eve starts at 2:00.


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13 Assassin’s-Directed by Takashi Mike by Steven Ruud

I am known to go to great lengths to see movies that I consider to be works of art by masters in the craft of film. However, the work of such icon’s usually falls well outside the palette of what mainstream moviegoers feverishly gorge themselves on. However, I can’t blame the average american for seeking solace in movies like “The Help” or “Twilight-Breaking Dawn” which further lull them into stagnant mediocrity. Realistically, should I be expecting to have an in-depth discussion of feudal era japanese political turmoil with a high school dropout, welfare check cashing, triple baby mamma having Wacoan? Could I cross reference which American Western films influenced ” 13 Assassins” with a Bosqueville soccer mom? Would a sixteen year old syrup sipping , swisha smoking, sideways hat wearing Waco High student know what merits a film about bloodthirsty warlords who kill and maim their subjects for amusement, leaving samurai no choice except to betray their ruler and code of honor for the greater good of the people? Surely I would be met with a glassy-eyed, half cocked sneer and pelted verbally with “Is that like some Final Destination part 7 type shit?” Thank God for limited run releases! And fortunately for you, this elitist fan prefers the dank, musty, dimly lit den’s of inequity called theatre’s ( found only in select cities, Austin being the nearest ) to view these masterworks.

With over 55 films to his credit, 2010′s “13 Assassins” is exactly the type of experience only Takashi Mike could create. Known to enthusiast’s and industry types as a cult film director, Mike’s films are extreme depictions of gory violence and sexual perversions that continually push the boundaries of what westerners often assume to be culturally taboo. He is also credited for his uniquely dark sense of humor which whimsically toys with themes of immortality and societal conventions with childlike recklessness. Mike often makes two or more films a year, and this film is in fact a remake of a 1963 film of the same name, directed by Eiichi Kudo. The movie takes place towards the end of the Edo Era, known historically to have been a mostly peaceful time for Japan. A province has fallen under the rule of the insane Lord Naritsugu, the Shogun’s younger brother. The region’s disbanded Samurai who once served the Shogun proudly, are now languishing to wield a sword once again and die an honorable death. The politicians who have witnessed Naritsugu’s bloodthirsty and sadistic deeds realize they must plot to have him killed. They call upon Shinzaemon Shimada, the most respected samurai in the land, to assemble a group to assassinate Lord Naritsugu before he casts the region further into depravity. Mike needs no lesson in classical samurai movie symmetry : the first half the assembling of a group of samurai to do battle, each with his own story; the second half the battle.

Easily Takashi’s most accomplished work, every scene of this film is brilliantly crafted and soaked (for the last forty minutes of the film) with blood. It is a generational tale chronicling the changing of the guard and the waning of the samurai era.The wise and battle tested Shinzeamon now marginalized and nearly obsolete, decisively gambling on an assassination mission with what few younger apprentices he has, wagering their lives as payment if he completes his mission. It is an age-old tale between the ruling and the ruled and a reminder that absolute power corrupts absolutely. This film also contains a familiar cautionary message to those who follow blindly in the footsteps of outdated traditions and who will stop at nothing to uphold them, even if it means their own destruction.

Fate and luck have smiled upon you all. “13 Assassins” is available on Netflix. So, if the closest you’ve come to an authentic japanese samurai movie was Jackie Chan’s “Spy Kids”, do yourself a favor and watch what is easily one of the Top Ten movies of 2010.For an in-depth interview with the director click on:http://www.blogomatic3000.com/2011/05/12/interview-takashi-miike-talks-13-assassins/#.Tv4NSJiXP8s

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Christmas Traditions by Lisa Hathaway

       Christmas has come and gone, yet for another year. It’s time to pack away all my “Santa Hats” along with a  tradition that I started many years ago.

       What is this all about you may be asking ? Well, back in 1992; when I was a driver,  I noticed a gentleman wearing a Santa Hat. I thought that was rather brave of him and surprisingly nobody made fun of him. So I decided to do the same. I purchased a traditional red and white hat and a set of green earings that resembled Christmas decoration bulbs. I received great feedback on the CB Radio and at truck stops. I decided I would make that a tradition.

       However, this “Christmas Tradition” has evolved and has somewhat taken on a life of it’s own. Now there are expectations, which is great because they challenge me. Meaning that, at work there are several persons wondering what kind of hat I will pull out of my Santa Bag next. I begin this tradition December 1st and end it on Christmas. I have 13 Santa Hats. I purchase at least one new hat every year. My goal is to have 25 .

       So, if you find yourself bored or lost next Christmas. Maybe it’s time to start your own tradition.

            


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Time to fly- Indiangiverr (Meagan Smith)

Whichever way the winds blow,
is where we shall go.
Cause we have no other…
no other road.
All we own, is nothing at all.
As you’d do for me,
I’ll catch you… shall you fall.

We had nothing to lose,
But one another.
Who’d have known-
You had another…
I’ve got my emotions,
You with your own…
You stay grounded to familiarity…
Leaving me alone.

I’ll fly on, without you.
It’s calling for me,
the cloud filled blue.
Cause you and I both do know:
I go…where the winds blow.

Alone at last…
Lust is finally in the past.
As an easy breeze flies on by,
I join my friends…
the birds in the sky!
I left you alone.
I had to say goodbye.
You made it quite easy,
Not a single tear in your eye.

I’ll fly on, without you.
Im soaring, enjoying:
The cloud filled blue.
Cause you and I both do know:
I go…where the winds blow.

Presently intrigued,
I observe from afar…
Dumbfounded at how,
you’re still stuck where you are.

Again, you are stuck.
Empty, alone.
It’s saddens me though…
You can’t find your home.

You must fly on, without pain.
Escape your fate, escape the rain.
Cause you and I both do know:
You can go…where the winds blow.

As a flock….we fly, together as bird-friends!
I’d never have guessed…
This is where the tale ends.
Our heads were foggy, but we knew it from the get-go:
We BOTH can fly…wherever the winds blow.


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A New Obsession by Jim McKeown

When my first smart phone fell into my hands, my friend Mark scoffed at the purchase, telling me, “You should have gotten an iPhone.”  Oh, I wanted an iPhone, but in those days, an iPhone only came with one service provider, and I had recently switched from that behemoth with an angry email complaining about terrible coverage, dropped calls, and other inconveniences.

Anyway, Mark told me about FourSquare and the check ins, the accumulation of points, the badges, the mayor ships, and the race was on!  Mark had a location near his home.  I immediately began checking in – sometimes twice a day – by sneaking a drive past his house on the way to work in the morning.  About a week later, I became the Mayor of Mark’s Manor.  Then he moved the location of his spot, and no longer could I easily check in every day. So, I created a location near my home as “RabbitReader,” my blogspot.com book review site.

Points began adding up, badges tumbled into my ‘Droid by the bundles, mayor ships quickly topped twenty.    Then tragedy struck!  I was so concerned with beating Mark in points, badges, and medals, I forgot about RabbitReader!  One day, I got the terrible news: Mark had become the mayor of RabbitReader.   I began checking in every day, but so did Mark.  I doubled and even tripled my efforts, but I could not make an inch worth of headway.

Then I had a brilliant idea.  We planned on a long road trip this past June*, and I reasoned, since I WAS THE RabbitReader, why shouldn’t my site travel with me?  So, before we left, I checked in.  Then I moved the site to our first stop on the trip.  When we got there, I repeated the process as RR and I leap-frogged across the south, up the East coast, over to Kentucky and back to Waco.  After about a week, I regained the mayor ship of RabbitReader!  Ha,ha, ha!  It’s mine, now, all mine, and all I have to do is keep moving my site around with me wherever I go!

After, all, isn’t it true that all’s fair in love and FourSquare?

*See Bohemia, Issue No. 1, pages 32-33


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Lindsey Stirling : No Ordinary Violinist by Dominik Young

By Dominik Young

It appears that Miri-Ben Ari isn’t the only one known as ” The Hip-Hop Violinist”. There’s a new girl on the scene & her name is Lindsey Stirling! Armed with a punk-rock look, a charming smile, and some wicked dance moves, this violinist has cause quite a stir in the later half of 2010 & throughout this year.

I was introduced to the violining dynamo when Bohemia editor & good friend Amanda Hixson posted this video on Facebook. As expected, yours truly started watching more vids on YouTube along with the occasional Googling.  I was SO enamored by her that I even tweeted this : “ #JustSoYouKnow THIS VIOLINIST GOT SWAG! Check out @LindseyStirling : bit.ly/acKHow . Me thinks I got a crush. Thanks @verymandy ! “

Stirling established her career when she won the title of Arizona’s Jr. Miss in 2005. It was her “recent adventures” in the fifth season of America’s Got Talent that made her into a household name. After that, she took her unique style of playing to the interwebs & hasn’t look back since.

Lindsey Stirling has expressed an interest in touring around the country. “There’s nothing more that I would love to do than to come play for you.”  And this is why a few good Bohemians are planning to build a fanbase for Stirling & petition her to come perform in Waco!

Oh & before I go, I just wanted to wish everyone a FUN & SAFE New Year’s. I also have YET another video to get you in that party-rockin’ mood for New Year’s weekend. Compliments of Stirling.

 

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Quitting The Habit – Day One by Ari Young

Cigarettes and I have had a love/hate relationship for the last 9 years. Wow, just typing that makes me cringe, I’ve been a smoker for nine years? If my smoking habit was a human, it’d be in the 4th grade, how depressing. Anyhow, the love/hate thing.

Things I hate about cigarettes: They smell, they make me smell, they yellow my teeth, cost me (too much) money, make me sick, etc.

Things I love about cigarettes: Beer & cigarettes is the greatest combination known to man (other than chinese food & zombie movies, obviously.) Also, cigarettes are a social lubricant, of sorts – I’ve had a bajillion awesome conversations with interesting people which started as a result of us both being in the smoking area, borrowing each other’s lighters, etc. Hanging outside the smoking area in my Freshmen year dorms was how I met literally 90% of my college friends. Seriously, that’s it though! Cigarettes have no other redeeming quality! “But wait!” you say, “smoking helps me relax!” Well as I learned in a very interesting pamphlet about quitting smoking, the truth is (and this should be obvious,) the stress you feel which you think needs eased with smoking, is actually more likely withdrawal symptoms from cigarettes, and by smoking you are just feeding into the addiction more.

I still remember the first time I smoked. When I was 14, a few friends and I used to go swimming at the local pool a lot. One time, afterward, we decided to all go in the woods and share a cigarette. I felt like a real badass but the cigarette tasted like ass, and thus, after my first try, I was not impressed. A few years later, I went off to college at Montana State University. I was freshly 18 and realized that meant I could legally buy tobacco products. Wanting to feel like an adult, I decided to try out swisher sweets. They tasted decent and I felt like a real rebel sitting outside with a cigar while everybody else had measly little cigarettes. Unfortunately, I made a great mistake. After smoking these for awhile and not finding them to be especially addictive, I made the error of assuming cigarettes would be the same. My best friend Niki smoked, so I would have a cigarette with her every so often. Eventually I started buying my own pack of camel lights for 3$ each (I know, right?) By the end of that year, I was smoking around a pack a day.

Well it’s been nearly a decade since then, and in the interim, I have tried to quit many, many times. One time I had mono and couldn’t smoke (or eat or move.) I managed to quit smoking for a year and a half after that. Then in the Spring, finals came around, I was dating a smoker…and the habit took off again!

The problem is this: you quit, weeks go by, the physical addiction is gone but the mental one is still very much there. You think to yourself “I got this, I can smoke only when I’m at the bar…” one drag leads to another and soon you are buying cigarettes regularly and smoking soberly again.

Well, I’m sick of it. The cost sucks (though they are half the price in Texas that they are in Alaska, so that’s been nice,) they make your skin dry (I have an incredible fear of wrinkles,) they make me sick (I’ve gotten a cold about once a month for the past few years,) they make you SICK (women who smoke are 13 times more likely to get cancer than a non-smoker, and it’s NOT just lung cancer.) As I’ve started the slow approach to 30, these things have been weighing heavily on my mind. Not only do I not want to be a super wrinkly old lady, I also do not want to risk losing the chance to be an old lady surrounded by fat grand babies.

A lot of people keep smoking, promising to quit when they are a bit older, thinking that even if they do get cancer, it won’t be until they are 70 and going to die soon anyway. It doesn’t always work like that. Here’s a list of famous people who died due to cigarettes, before AGE 60.

http://whyquit.com/whyquit/notables.html

Reading all this back through, I feel a bit like a moron. My parents never smoked and yet I started. I didn’t get suckered in as a young kid, I made the rational decision to start smoking as an adult. I kept smoking even when they cost me ten bucks a pack in Alaska. I kept smoking through every cold (even last night I kept smoking even as I kept having coughing and sneezing fits every few minutes,) I kept smoking even when non-smoking boyfriends, friends, and family members begged me to quit, I kept smoking through horrible hangovers and freezing winters, through it all, I kept smoking. This bothers me most because I think of those people dying of lung cancer in hospital beds, smoking to the end, would I keep smoking then too?

I want to quit. I want my brother to quit. I want my boyfriend to quit. I want my roommates to quit. I want all my friends and family members that smoke to just. quit. I was planning on waiting until January 1st, but I woke up coughing and sneezing this morning, and thought why wait? In 2012, I want to get in the best shape of my life, and cigarettes are not in that equation.

If you are interested in quitting smoking, here is some information here:

http://www.cancer.org/Healthy/StayAwayfromTobacco/GuidetoQuittingSmoking/index

And here is a really good pamphlet here:

http://www.jazzbooks.com/mm5/merchant.mvc?Screen=QUIT&Store_Code=JAJAZZ


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Coffee in the Morning by Amanda Hixson

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Bohemian Coffee House

I have a liquid obsession and it is called coffee. Some may prefer tea (hot cocoa or cider), but my favorite warm beverage is coffee, for the taste as much as for the caffeine punch. I am quite addicted.

Proof? I keep a Starbucks cup by my desk as a “decoration.” My vacation destination of upmost fantasy is Seattle. On my Facebook profile page, scroll down to my interests. What interest is first? Coffee, which is followed by chocolate, Italy, The 90s, and Hello Kitty in that order. Oh, but it were 1994 again, and I, chitchatting at a cafe somewhere amongst the cobblestoned back alley streets of Venice, sipping “cioccolata” dusted cappuccino, with my BFF madame Hello Kitty ^.^ — I would be in heaven, my friends, heaven.

I honestly believe that it was no coincidence that the Renaissance Era coincided with the introduction of the cocoa plant to Europe. I have done a bit of research on this theory, and thus far, so far as I can tell, I am the only propounder. There’s… something…. there. Let it be known– the Renaissance Era was fueled by coffee– which led to The Enlightenment, which led to the Great Awakening (indeed)! Or something like that.

Coffee, dude, coffee. Enlighten my coffee, baby, with some sugar and cream. Yeah.

I didn’t always like coffee, much like the kid in the book Johnny Tremain. I don’t know why I remember this part of that book, but Johnny was quite enticed by the sweet aroma of the bean. He thought it smelled divine. I believe he used a special silver dollar or his first pay-check or some significant allowance to purchase his first cup… but was shocked and underwhelmed by the bitterness of the concoction. I too succumbed to my desire to sip the mystic brew at an early age and found the taste displeasing.

One fateful day, however, several years later, I was stuck waiting for my car to be serviced at a Quick Oil Lube. I was about 16 or 17 and had a dry mouth. These places always have complimentary coffee and I am nary one to turn down a free gesture. It is not in my nature. Free stuff = good. So, I ventured over to the coffee station and fixed myself a Dixieland cupful with plenty of cream. In fact, I piled in tons of creamer and about six packs of sugar, actually. And it was good! Thus began my lifelong addiction.

And now for the informative part of my article about coffee: Liquid creamer is a must for me. It cools and sweetens the drink at the same time. I love it how after Christmas all of the “seasonal flavors” go down to like 50 cents. We stockpile.

Here is a list of all the Coffeemate flavors (you had no idea, did you?):

Amaretto
Belgian Chocolate Toffee
Café Latte
Café Mocha
Caramel Macchiato
Chocolate Raspberry
Cinnamon Bun
Cinnamon Vanilla Crème
Coconut Crème
Creamy Chocolate
Crème Brulée
French Vanilla
Hazelnut
Hazelnut Latte
Honey Vanilla Crème
Irish Crème
Italian Sweet Crème
Natural Bliss™ Caramel
Natural Bliss™ Sweet Cream
Natural Bliss™ Vanilla
Original
Parisian Almond Crème
Peppermint Mocha
Toffee Nut
Vanilla Caramel
Vanilla Chai Spice
Vanilla Latte
Vanilla Nut
White Chocolate
Caramel Latte

Seasonal Flavors:
Brown Sugar Maple Latte
Eggnog Latte
Gingerbread Latte
Peppermint Mocha
Pumpkin Spice
Warm Cinnamon
Sugar Cookie

I think it is good to begin your day with a prayer, a stretch, exercise, contemplation, meditation, and all that good stuff– but, for me, coffee will always be integral to my morning routine. Or suffer my wrath (Jk).


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Bohemian Scene : New Year's Hard Rockin' Eve 2012 With Dominik Young

By Dominik Young

Here’s a question for all my Waco Bohemians : how are YOU gonna ring in the new year?

Well, allow yours truly to help out. I may not be a Dick Clark or a Ryan Seacrest, but I have an AWESOME line-up!

(NOTE : CLICK PICTURES FOR EVENT INFORMATION )

There will be a SPECIAL pre-show on Friday, Dec. 30 featuring Johnny Hootrock & the curvaceous Andrea Von Frankenstein at True Love Bar. And YOU know its gonna be a party when those Hootrock boys get really nuts on stage!

Then it’s time for the main events on Saturday, Dec. 31, New Year’s Eve:

True Love Bar will be at it again with a BIBLICALLY EPIC year-end blockbuster starring Fonedead, Married With Sea Monsters, & Johnny’s Body. That’s right! Three of Waco’s most beloved bands EVER will be sharing the same stage together. If the end is nigh, then how about rockin’ your HARDEST!

Lil Wayne isn’t the only one whose gonna “put an end to your world like the Mayans“. Hemingway’s Watering Hole plans to the same thing also with their own end of the year shindig. So, come party your keister off with the most ZANIEST bar in the 254!

Whether you have no idea what to do, just looking to continue the party, or trying to find an alternative, both True Love  & Hemingway’s will sure make 2012 is a year to remember!


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Bohemian Scene : New Year’s Hard Rockin’ Eve 2012 With Dominik Young

By Dominik Young

Here’s a question for all my Waco Bohemians : how are YOU gonna ring in the new year?

Well, allow yours truly to help out. I may not be a Dick Clark or a Ryan Seacrest, but I have an AWESOME line-up!

(NOTE : CLICK PICTURES FOR EVENT INFORMATION )

There will be a SPECIAL pre-show on Friday, Dec. 30 featuring Johnny Hootrock & the curvaceous Andrea Von Frankenstein at True Love Bar. And YOU know its gonna be a party when those Hootrock boys get really nuts on stage!

Then it’s time for the main events on Saturday, Dec. 31, New Year’s Eve:

True Love Bar will be at it again with a BIBLICALLY EPIC year-end blockbuster starring Fonedead, Married With Sea Monsters, & Johnny’s Body. That’s right! Three of Waco’s most beloved bands EVER will be sharing the same stage together. If the end is nigh, then how about rockin’ your HARDEST!

Lil Wayne isn’t the only one whose gonna “put an end to your world like the Mayans“. Hemingway’s Watering Hole plans to the same thing also with their own end of the year shindig. So, come party your keister off with the most ZANIEST bar in the 254!

Whether you have no idea what to do, just looking to continue the party, or trying to find an alternative, both True Love  & Hemingway’s will sure make 2012 is a year to remember!


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Holiday Cheer by Jim McKeown

Holiday Cheer by Jim McKeown

Here we are in rainy, windy, chilly Port Aransas.  We decided – at the last minute – to take a weekend away together.  This is the first time we have been alone at Christmas since we have been married.  Although “being alone” is a relative term.

Marcy is nearby at a local kennel.  We got here early Friday afternoon and took her to Mustang Island for her first visit to the ocean.  Now Marcy is a real wuss when it comes to water.  If it is rainy, even when she tells us she has to go out, she takes a step and turns right around to come back inside.  The first time she stepped on the sand, she walked as though she had stepped into quicksand.  She saw some seagulls and ran after them, but when she got close to the water, she stopped.

We also have all our friends from Bohemia who pop in and out via e-mail.  Although I haven’t had a text from Amanda, I sense her thumbs hovering over her phone – I know one is coming.

Both our families are also in our thoughts.  My mother has a terrible cold, but she doesn’t want to bother a doctor on a holiday.  My sister Gerri is proudly playing the role of Grandmother for the second time.  My youngest sister, Mary, worries about her oldest daughter who is expecting early in the spring. 

My son, Chris, is home in the land of cheese steaks and hoagies visiting his mother.  I do get an occasional text from him.

Our friends in Waco, Austin, Dallas, Hico, Philadelphia and the suburbs, Spindale, NC, Nashville, and all over the place, are also swirling around in our thoughts.

So, to all of you, one and all, our love and a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, a bountiful Kwanzaa, a blessed Hanukah, and a prosperous and fun new year.


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Merry Christmas from "Strings" by Dominik Young

By Dominik Young

DISCLAIMER: The following film is rated BH-13 (PG-13 or TV-14) for possible mild dialogue, language, and violence. Not appropriate for Bohemians under 13.

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It’s the holiday blockbuster movie season my fellow Bohemians. So, how about saving that Christmas shopping money by watching a FREE movie?

The independent movie Strings will be available to view online for 48 hours on Christmas Eve & Christmas Day. It’s a token of the directors’ appreciation for all the support this year. Here’s the synopsis for the movie :

” In the wake of his daughter’s death, a troubled musician seeks out an experimental therapist to turn his life around. When the therapist calls for him to leave everything behind and take on a new identity, the musician realizes his new life isn’t what it seems and his therapist is using patients to commit vigilante crimes. After eight years as a criminal, he sneaks back to visit the life he left behind.  ”

The movie stars my good friend actress/model Elle LaMont & is directed by Mark Dennis and Ben Foster.

If you enjoy Strings, then be sure to continue supporting it by spreading the word & voting/reviewing on IMDB.


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Merry Christmas from “Strings” by Dominik Young

By Dominik Young

DISCLAIMER: The following film is rated BH-13 (PG-13 or TV-14) for possible mild dialogue, language, and violence. Not appropriate for Bohemians under 13.

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It’s the holiday blockbuster movie season my fellow Bohemians. So, how about saving that Christmas shopping money by watching a FREE movie?

The independent movie Strings will be available to view online for 48 hours on Christmas Eve & Christmas Day. It’s a token of the directors’ appreciation for all the support this year. Here’s the synopsis for the movie :

” In the wake of his daughter’s death, a troubled musician seeks out an experimental therapist to turn his life around. When the therapist calls for him to leave everything behind and take on a new identity, the musician realizes his new life isn’t what it seems and his therapist is using patients to commit vigilante crimes. After eight years as a criminal, he sneaks back to visit the life he left behind.  ”

The movie stars my good friend actress/model Elle LaMont & is directed by Mark Dennis and Ben Foster.

If you enjoy Strings, then be sure to continue supporting it by spreading the word & voting/reviewing on IMDB.


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Life, dreams, and the pursuit of sleep. by Meagan Smith

Pay never- for life is free.
But I am dark- like a night strucken tree.
Sleep- escape- this dark and cold hell…
For your dreams, are positively swell.

Sleep in silence, my good fellow
I am yellow, I am yellow.
You are green, and green is better.
My words are black- letter by letter.

Do not believe these nonexistent lines.
For they were constructed through closed blinds.


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Lighting Cigarettes from a Fire by Ari young

A poem I wrote two years ago:

 

i lay my head against the backseat and listen

beer pumping through my veins

fatigue enclosing my heart.
this night is
like so many others.
drowsing in the backseat,
hearing the drone of chatter.
my parents up front,
hands clasped.
the music they’d play:
i only liked it
when they played it.
this night is different though,
it isn’t my parents driving me home-
though 25, i sometimes wish it still was.
best friends and their
long-term relationship chatter-
contented and peaceful-
i once again feel that
childhood sense of safety
close my eyes and i will wake up at
home.
their music is playing
the music i only like
when i am with them.
then a song comes on
that i know, and i sing
in the darkness
til my voice is hoarse. 


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Dreams. by Ari Young

The repeated places I visit in dreams: the house full of knickknacks abandoned in haste, the long lonely road on the coast in Alaska, the campsite that doesn’t exist, the secret door in familiar territory, leading to a haunted mansion that scares me even in waking hours. What do these places mean? Are they forgotten relics of a past life or locations invented by our bored subconsciousness? I have visited them for many years and every time my lucid dreaming sleepy self finds myself in one of these spots, I am never surprised. Sometimes I think dreaming is a way for adults to continue playing make believe long past the point of it being socially acceptable.


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5000 Mile Journey, Part 2 – Texas by Ari Young

Eight years ago, I was 20 years old, a huge internet nerd, and had way too much free time on my hands. Not a lot has changed. I spent a lot of time joining tiny random web forums and talking with strangers from various parts of the world. I was pretty awesome. One night I was up late and aimlessly drifting around the internet, when I happened upon a small forum called cultzero. It seemed pretty cool so I joined and created a profile, promptly forgetting the place existed by the next day.

A few months or so later, a random member of the forum sent me a message to be friendly, and get me to join in the forum discussions. It was a small forum with no specific theme, just a bunch of people from across the U.S. and Europe chatting and exchanging funny video clips, cool bands, political conversations, etc. I got sucked in after I actually began talking to people on there. I became pretty good online friends with many people from there (most who I still talk to today,) and one in particular really drew my attention. He was from a tiny town in Texas, 5000 miles from me, and we started talking all the time. Something about him really intrigued me, and even though I didn’t even know what he looked like, or really much about him, I started totally crushin’. He crushed back and we stayed in touch for awhile, he even sent me a puzzle letter (yes I still have it,) and I think I sent him something in return, though I don’t recall.

Anyway, we were 20 and 21 at the time, neither of us making bank, and living very far away, so meeting each other seemed like a complete impossibility. I don’t know when it happened, but we drifted, and eventually stopped talking. By the time the entire world had switched over to facebook, cultzero was a dim memory to me, one that I occasionally visited for nostalgic purposes. However, most of the old posters had long-since departed, and those that remained were my facebook friends anyway. The boy from Texas had all but disappeared from my conscious mind and was hovering somewhere on the back-burner of my brain.

Fast forward to last Spring. Another late lonely night and I was killing time on the internet, trying to avoid my algebra book, when I stumbled across cultzero. I had visited it monthly for the last few years but had gone no further than the most recent forum posts. That night, however, I was especially bored and began browsing through my profile, rereading very old messages. I found a slew of messages between myself and the Texan, and reread them all, smiling in fondness and embarrassment at the immature banter that must have passed for flirting between us. As I read through those messages, I got a wave of warmth, as though recalling good times spent with an old friend.

Impetuously, I searched for him on facebook, wondering why I had never thought to do so in all the years I had been a facebook addict, adding past teachers, former bosses, first grade best friends, and yes, all of my internet friends. We were 26 and 27. I was single but assumed he was probably married by then, it had been several years after all. Within a day or two of requesting him, he sent me a “hey holy cow how have you been?” message and we started talking regularly, first online, then on the phone, then on skype. Somehow, over the course of eight months, we went from being old friends reconnecting to two people falling for each other despite having never actually met in person. It was exciting, terrifying, and agitating all at once. Being so far away from someone when all you want to do is have a face to face conversation is incredibly annoying.  We both tried to avoid it for awhile, due to the inevitable hardship that would come with the territory of a long-distance relationship, and the great stress of one of us having to make the decision to cast off our current life and move across the country.

Eventually though, I knew I could not continue in that fashion. I had just graduated college and was working a job that caused me extreme stress, living alone in the condo I was struggling to pay the mortgage on, and another freezing, dark, Alaskan winter was on the horizon. I knew it was time to make the change. I finally told him I was willing to do anything to be with him, even if it meant moving to Texas (not bashing on Texas, it’s just a HUGE change, obviously.) I am incredibly close with my family, and making the choice to move 5000 miles away from them was a, shall we say, doozy of a decision. There was no specific plan for me moving. At the time, I had made the “mature” decision to stay at my job for a year while I saved money, then move to Texas after settling all my student loans, sold my condo, car, etc. Then one night, I was doing my usual weekday evening routine, drinking beer and playing board games with friends, when he called me out of the blue. He told me that he loved me and wanted me to do what I could to move to Texas as soon as possible. I was overjoyed, to put it mildly.

I agreed of course, and went to work the next day, jubilant, and trying to figure out how I could save up a sufficient amount of money so I could go visit, then move down a few months after. I was aiming for April as a move date. As the days went by, however, I began to think how silly it would be to visit, then move. The visit was starting to feel like a mere formality. I knew this guy, knew I was in love with him, and visiting for a few days then leaving for a few months would probably be nothing more than an exercise in masochism. One morning around the end of October, I woke up and went to my mother’s house instead of work. I was very torn, and my mother tends to make me realize the simplicity of situations I have overanalyzed. On one hand, I really wanted to go to Texas asap, but on the other hand, it was almost the holidays and I felt bad leaving my family before Christmas. Then my mom told me, the best advice she’s ever given; “If I were you, I’d go right now, because you never know what’s going to happen in the next few months. Don’t wait two months just so you can be here for one day.” I took her advice, went home that day and bought a plane ticket for November, 15th. I had approximately two weeks to pack up my entire life and prepare to move out of state alone for the first time in my life.

The next two weeks were a whirl of activity. I had several goodbye parties, went to dinner with a different friend every night, played lots of board games with all my favorite girls and gays, and bonded with a few besties. The day of the move came and I wasn’t feeling the anxiety and trepidation I had been expecting. I was feeling a wave of euphoria and excitement, a feeling that had lain dormant in me since I had moved off to Montana for college when I was eighteen. As I bid goodbye to my parents and best friend Bryan at the airport in Anchorage, it struck me, that for the first time in my entire life, I was on my own (without family anyway.) In Montana, my brother had been there. And in Anchorage, even in the times I had lived alone, my parents were always a four-mile drive away. But as I walked away with my heavy backpack full of books weighing me down, I felt..free. Oh and terrified, exhilarated, nervous, scared, overwhelmed, exuberant…all the good stuff that makes us remember we are alive.

I had a long layover in Seattle, and had to stay in a hotel room near the airport. That night was like a limbo between my old life and my new life. As I lay in that shitty bed watching Seinfeld and talking to my fella on the phone, my heart felt lighter than it had in years. The next morning I got to the airport bright and early, accidentally ordered a twenty-ounce beer for breakfast, then immersed myself in an amazing Tana French book the entire flight to Austin. As we pulled to a stop at the airport, I could smell that warm Southern air wafting into the cabin, it still didn’t seem real that went I got off that plane I was going to be a resident of Texas. My heart was aflutter as I tracked down my luggage and looked for the boy. I turned and saw him making his way to me from the next baggage claim over. Suddenly all my cares and fears melted away and I knew exactly why I had gone through two of the most stressful weeks of my life to get here.

I have been here five weeks and have had some of the best days of my life, made awesome friends with my roommates and homeys at Bohemia Magazine as well as a lot of other rad people. I am incredibly in love and so thankful for every day I get to hang out with my fella and not have to worry about whether we’ll have time to talk to each other on the phone or skype. I am truly the happiest I have been in years and all it took was casting off my entire life and taking a leap of faith for love.

 

The End.

 

Thanks for reading, friends. Hope everyone has a MERRY CHRISTMAS. I love you all! xoxox
 

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Hello, from Beatnix Burger Barn. by Meagan Smith

Different sounds here tonight!

Tonight is just  a $3.00 night.

For three bucks you can hear:

The Great American Challenge (Waco)

https://www.facebook.com/greatamericanchallenge

Cordial Roy (Waco)

https://www.facebook.com/cordialroy

A Second to Last (Copperas Cove)

https://www.facebook.com/ASecondToLast

Beautiful Disturbance (Waco)

https://www.facebook.com/BeautifulDisturbanceMusic

Left Ear and the Wife Beaters (Dallas)

https://www.facebook.com/leftearandthewifebeaters

Following Sundown (Waco)

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Following-Sundown/207768779263871

 

 

There are many different genres here tonight! And what a lovely group there is!

You can hear mostly sounds of the “Rock” genre tonight… but each band has a different twist on its sound.
If you’ve got $3.00 and time to spare…. hurry on down to Beatnix Burger Barn! You will not be disappointed!

 

If you haven’t got the means to make it… at least give each of the bands a look on facebook.

 

-Have a good night bloggers, and fellow bohemians.

-Indiangiverr


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I’m back! After a few weeks working with the print side of Bohemia, I am excited to be back to the blog.

Bohemia‘s spring issue (now accepting submissions) is themed around dream worlds and dreamscapes. Literature and dreams are deeply rooted in each other, each relying heavily on images and multiple layers of consciousness to weave a narrative. Take, for instance, Carl Sandberg’s poem:

Dreams in the Dusk by Carl Sandberg

DREAMS in the dusk,
Only dreams closing the day
And with the day’s close going back
To the gray things, the dark things,
The far, deep things of dreamland.

Dreams, only dreams in the dusk,
Only the old remembered pictures
Of lost days when the day’s loss
Wrote in tears the heart’s loss.

Tears and loss and broken dreams
May find your heart at dusk.

In this poem, Sandberg places his dreamscape at dusk. He adorns his dreamscape with colours (gray, dark), tears, and lost days, to draw the reader into his dream. When you think of your dreams, what physical place do you put them in? What object or landscape draws you into your dreamworld every time?

 

Get your poems and prose in to Amanda at amanda@bohemia-journal.com!


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Indiangiverr (Meagan Smith) – My Intro to Bohemia

Aberrant and “bohemian” for 19 wonderful years. A lover of the arts, for I am an artist myself. My artistic lifestyle consists of playing instruments, writing, and singing my own composed songs. My artistic lifestyle also includes painting, drawing, blogging, and taking photographs.

My biggest dream… is to literally live out of my vehicle one day… traveling from city to city – playing music and sharing my art with others. I truly believe that I was put on this very earth to share my artistic abilities with others… and that is what I want to do for the rest of my life.

I was doomed from day one of my existence to be an artist!
My mother was a painter, a writer, a dancer, and a photographer. Although she was not entirely musically talented, she had impeccable taste in music.
My father on the other hand, is a devoted musician of 39 years (his entire life).   He also had deep love for photography and writing.

Without the influence of both of my role models, I would not be the “bohemian” I am today. I have them to thank for my very different style, taste in arts, and personality, and I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.

I absolutely love being myself, because… I… am. I am – me. I am – I. I am Meagan… the offspring, the quirky minded, the different styled, and THE absolute vision of my wonderful – and dearly missed – mother… Besides pictures and my own memories,   I – myself – am all I have to remind me of her existence.
I wouldn’t want to be anyone else – nor do I want to portray any other…

For me, I believe that being yourself is fun – It’s exciting!
You see… the human mind is always changing- always learning new things!
When learning new things… applying the knowledge is sometimes voluntary… But more interestingly… it is sometimes involuntary to the way you live your life and how you are… who you are.
It’s quite amazing if you really think about it!

So, in closure… I hope that all of you – are always you – always faithful to who you are and to who you will become – and accepting of your new findings about yourself – and apply the new wonders you learn throughout your life to the way you live!

Always be you! For, you are the most curious – most quickly changing – and the most likely one to understand yourself… and even when you don’t understand yourself… search within- it’s gotta be deep down in you somewhere… (:

If you’d like to get to know me better… YOU CAN!

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/meagansmith7

Twitter: http://twitter.com/indiangiverr

Tumblr: http://www.indiangiverr.tumblr.com

Personal WordPress: http://indiangiverr.wordpress.com/

Also! If you’re interested in checking out the music I make:

My music facebook link:

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Meagan-Smith/143301825763264

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5000 Mile Journey, Part One – Alaska. by Ari Young

I come from the the Northernmost “big” city in the U.S, a town of 350,000 brave/crazy/adventurous fools sandwiched between the Chugach Mountains and the cold waters of the Pacific Ocean: Anchorage, Alaska. I never thought it was weird to be from Alaska until I moved to Texas. Dealing with six months of extreme dark and cold, followed by summers of eternal light and temperatures that rarely broke eighty seems normal to me. It’s this silly Texas weather I’m getting used to…50 degrees? In December? Texas, you so crazy! Despite my misguided ideas of normalcy, it is kind of fun to be the new kid. I’m from a place that people are either very fascinated by, or know absolutely nothing about. I’ve been in Texas one month, and every time I meet a new person, the conversation goes like this:

Them: You’re from Alaska, what part??

Me: Anchorage.

Them:…

No one seems to know much about my state, unless they’ve been there. Few people even seem to realize there’s a decent sized bustling city nestled in the heart of that icy wasteland, and that all forms of people populate that place from rednecks to hippies to hipsters to musicians to engineers to students to skiiers to people that hate the cold.

So to clear things up, I will give you some information/”fun” facts about the state which I still find fascinating even after living there most of my life.

Alaska is the biggest state, at 2.5 times larger than Texas, with a population around 630,000. That’s a lot of free space. We obviously like to spread out, as we also contain the top four largest cities by size. The number one, being Sitka, rounding up to about 3,000 square miles and a population of only 10,000. That’s a lot of free space for activities.

Alaska is the coldest state. Alaska gets very cold, especially in the Northernmost parts. According to my internet sources, the coldest recorded temperature in the U.S. was in Prospect Creek Camp, Alaska, hitting a dismal -80F in 1971. The second biggest city, Fairbanks, recently topped a list of America’s 25 Coldest Cities: 
http://www.thedailybeast.com/galleries/2010/12/10/america-s-25-coldest-cities.html
. However, Anchorage, which is 360 miles South, didn’t even make the list. So, while it does get damn cold in certain areas of the state, most Alaskans aren’t hardcore enough to live in those areas.

The days/nights. One thing people ask me a lot is “are there really thirty days of night during the winter?” Or “does the sun stay up forever all summer.” The answer is: kind of. It depends on what part of the state you are in. On the shortest day of the year, Anchorage gets 5.5 of daylight hours. However, way up north in Barrow, they have no daylight from November 18 through January 24 (unfortunately there are no vampires either.) In the summer, Anchorage has 19.5 hours of daylight and Barrow has 84 days of continuous sunlight from May 10 to August 2. Trust me, Alaskan summers are pretty badass.

Alaska has a crapload of lakes. Seriously, Minnesota, I’m not sure why you’re bragging about 10,000 measly lakes. Alaska has three MILLION lakes and three thousand rivers. The state also contains over 50% of the glaciers in the WORLD, the number being at around 100,000. Only 616 have names though.

Alaska has the least accessible state capital. Juneau, AK, is the only U.S. capital that cannot be accessed by road. You have to fly in. Silly.

Alaska experience the biggest earthquake in U.S. history, in 1964. It registered a 9.2 on the Richter scale, and killed 130 people.

Alaska contains the highest peak on the North American continent, Mt. McKinley. It is 20,000 feet tall and located in Denali National Park, about 300 miles North of Anchorage. It is so tall, that on clear days, you can see the peak from Anchorage.

Yes, we get money for living there. Every resident of Alaska gets a check every October for Permanent Fund Dividend. It is generally between $1,000-$2,000, though one year it was $3,300 (thanks Sarah Palin!) It is related to our oil money, but I don’t know the details.

Alaska experienced the second worst oil spill in U.S. History, in 1989. Around 11 million gallons of oil spilled, killing thousands of animals and devastating the ecosystem for years to come. The captain was drunk and got a misdemeanor charge.

Alaskan Natives. There are 7 distinct Alaskan Native cultures and even more tribes than that. I find the history of Alaskan Natives to be very fascinating, sad, and ultimately (somewhat) triumphant. Everyone knows about the tragedies suffered by the Native tribes of the Continental U.S, but few know about the history of Alaskan Natives. Alaskan Natives had lived an indigenous lifestyle in Alaska for a very long time, first being contacted by the outside world when the Russians came over in the 1700s. There was conflict between the Russians and the Aleuts, but the Russians persisted in staying, establishing camps in Unalaska in the Aleutian Islands. In the late 1700s, some Spaniards showed up and continued to come to Alaska every so often to collect artifacts and study the Natives. Captain Cook also showed up and mapped most of the coastline of Alaska. The Russian Orthodox church began sending missionaries to religiously “school” the Native people and begin building churches, while conflict continues for several years between Natives and Russians.

Over the next 100 years, more outsiders came to Alaska, to hunt whales and trade. They brought with them alcohol and diseases that the Natives had never been introduced to. These diseases caused the deaths of many Natives, the whalers killed a large portion of the whale population, and the alcohol caused many problems to the people who had never had it as part of their lives before. By 1866, the population of Aleuts is 25% of what it was before the Russians made contact.

Despite the fact that Russia had never paid anything for Alaska, Alaska was sold to the U.S. by Russia in 1867, for 2 cents an acre. In this sell, Alaskan Natives are given no rights or citizenship. By the late 1890s, the Gold Rush had begun, and miners and prospectors were flooding into Alaska. Many schools had been established for Alaskan Native children, but their own languages were outlawed at school. Over the next twenty years, Native populations diminished further due to diseases introduced by outsiders. Over the next several decades, there continued to be strife between white people and Native Alaskans, as the latter struggled for citizenship, and the former refused to allow it, until the Natives adapted the white people’s way of life. In the 1920s and 1930s, Natives finally begin getting a few rights, including citizenship, ownership of lots, the ability to self govern, and the right to establish reservations. These are small steps, there is still a high level of segregation going on, that mirrored the segregation between blacks and whites in the rest of the U.S.

Finally, in the late 60s, the Tlingit and Haida received compensation for land that was taken by them from the U.S. government several decades before. That same year, a huge oil field was discovered on North Slope, and plans were formed to build a pipeline to transport the oil. Alaska was once again flooded with outsiders looking to cash in.

Finally, in 1971, Congress passed the Alaska Native Claims Settlement act, which awarded 12% of Alaska’s land back to Native Alaskans through corporations they had formed to control it. The next year, another act was passed, allowing Native culture and languages to be allowed back in schools.

They have continued to gain small freedoms since then, and today experience much more freedoms than they did 100 years ago, through hard work and determination. A few of my close friend are Alaskan Natives, I have studied their history and literature a bit, and find their plight very inspiring. They went from being treated as second class citizens to being owners of some of the biggest corporations in the state.

Anyway, I hope this has been informative, if not entertaining. Alaska is a beautiful state, the prettiest I’ve seen out of the 20 I’ve been to (perhaps I’m biased,) and you should definitely try to visit up there at least once in your life. Come with me, I’ll take you fishing…Next time you see me out and about, feel free to ask me anything I may have left out..Even if i don’t know the answer, I will either make one up, or google it. Next time I will talk about just how I ended up here..

Until then, adios!

~Ari

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Sounds of Bohemia : December by Dominik Young

By Dominik Young

Happy Holidays fellow Bohemians! Getting tired of listening to the same ol’ Christmas songs? Well, Sounds of Boho got some jams that will sure to give you a holly jolly Christmas! Cali rapper T.Mills take shoe fetish to new levels with the hip-pop banger “Vans On”. Another Young Money artist gets featured. This time it’s the Harajuku Barbie herself Nicki Minaj who brought back her Roman persona for the track “Roman in Moscow”. And Mashup-Germany creates a year-end mashup that is sure to rival DJ Earworms’s.

  • T.Mills – Vans On
  • My First Earthquake- Neon For You (will be featured in the upcoming webseries Squaresville )
  • Strange Talk – Sexual Lifestyle
  • Fooch The MC – They Call Me Fooch
  • Pet – Middle Child Syndrome
  • Black Twig – Death Scene
  • Nicki Minaj – Roman in Moscow
  • BONUS : Speaking of Harajuku Barbies, let’s talk about Kyary Pamyu Pamyu. The J-Pop artist was recently featured on sci-fi blog io9. She’s known for creating colorful & trippy videos that one user, Azethoth, has described as “glorious insanity”. Fans of Nicki Minaj, Katy Perry, & especially Lady Gaga will instantly fall in love with this viral hitmaker.

PONPONPON

Tsukematsukeru


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Last Days of the Semester by Jim McKeown

The last days of the semester are always a little sad for me.  After all, I have spent 16 weeks seeing, talking to, e-mailing, questioning, testing, groups of students who depend on me for a variety of needs.  When I have a particularly strong and involved class of students, the sadness runs a lot deeper.  Even classes which have given me a number of problems and heartaches still cause some tinge of sadness.

Stacks of papers – most on time, but a troubling number late – weigh heavily on my mind as I try to deal with each student as an individual, noting strengths and weaknesses and measures of improvement.  But on the last day of finals, when I put the last grades into the computer and close the file on that last class, the realization that another semester has ended hits me, and I am overcome with the exhaustion that has been building over the last few weeks of the session.   I usually sleep most of the next day.  Then, with another semester all too close on the horizon, I must begin again.  However, before I must tackle a whole new set of faces, names, and challenges, I have one of the best and most satisfying events before me: graduation.

Seeing former students walk across the stage, some with honors, others thrilled just to be finishing, a sense of accomplishment and of pride erases all the troubles of the just-ended semester.  The smiles, the hugs, the requests for photos in the reception room following the ceremony, erase all the troubles of classrooms past.

Now, as the day to start the minimester approaches, the sadness is replaced with the excitement of what awaits me as I walk into a new room for the first time.

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