Nothing of too much importance

Yeah, just go here for all your blogging needs from now on:

http://contemporation.com/

I'll post on this blog every once and while for personal reasons. It's always sort of been a journal for me anyway, but one that anyone can read. So it's the best kind of journal.

Progress

I think blogging is for people who want a creative outlet but don't really have enough internet chops (i.e. html, java, etc) or time on their hands to create a website of their own. The team at Blogger.com is awesome because they really seem to be progressing culture through the opportunity they give everyone to share their thoughts on life and cultural findings. I've been itching for more lately, and I only wish I had taken a web design class in college so that I'd be able to do something about it. I did find a sweet hosting site, however, that's similar to blogspot only it's just more rad. Check out what I made last night in about thirty minutes--

http://contemporation.com

I know it's scanty on content and it's similar to other blogs out there, but what I like about it is that it doesn't give off the same sort of amateur vibe that you get from pretty much every blogging site around. It's crisper and resonates a more professional look. Simplicity is good-- go to Drudge Report or Kulturblog if you want examples-- but blogger.com is the wrong sort of simplicity if you want your blog to be recieved as more than just a journal or creative outlet.

Bearded rockers are awesome

This is an unusual post for me because I can't really express what's on my mind right now, which is usually not one of my many weaknesses. I think it's because it's vaguely related to modern fashion, and although I have a pretty good fashion sense, it's not something I can comment on, it's just something I know. Talk to me for hours on the latest trends in video games and I'll give you a thorough and enlightening experience. Talk to me about why I use matte instead of pomade, and you'll get something to the effect of, "it smells good and feels even better." End of story.

But anyway, here's my little compilation of pictures of bearded men who have a whole lot of talent just pouring out of their ill maintained facial hair. Keep in mind that each of these bands are awesome, and not just some random faces I pulled off of Google images.

Vandaveer (the group Aubrey and I saw at the Sunset Tavern in Seattle)

The Black Keys

My Morning Jacket

Iron and Wine

Bon Iver

Band of Horses

Respite Over

I was talking to my sister, Aubrey, about how inconsistent I sometimes am in writing on my blog. She and I are different in this aspect. She was saying how she often has thoughts that make such an impact that she can't help but express them though her blog. I guess the reason my blog doesn't consist of my thoughts on life and living is because the theme of my blog has somewhat shifted this last year. You may see that back in the day (end of last year) when I started this blog it sort of read like a journal. At that time I was certainly being bombarded by thoughts which stemmed from the fact that I was having a lot of first-time-in-two-years experiences. Nowadays it seems that my writing is a lot more focused. I think I had an excess of fantastic thoughts about how the number of people who visited my blog would steadily increase until I had a healthy following of about 40,000. 

So I think I eventually, and subconsciously, came to the realization that the only people reading my blog would be my best friends and the occational family member. Now, although my posts are less frequent, I think they mostly consist of things that only you people would want to read. I can count my audience on one hand for the most part, so why in heaven's name do I need to worry about what I write? However, at the same time, why would I need to plaster a bunch of thoughts about nothing onto a computer screen when all of you are just a phone call or a facebook email away? So I'm going to try, as always, to ensure that taking time out of your busy schedules to visit my blog isn't a complete waste of time.