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Name: Jon
Country: United States
Metro: New Paltz
Birthday: 8/15/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: I play guitar it occupies my life. I am a jolly Happy go lucky Musician. I have been playing in bands for 3 years. I am currently working on a serious band in New Paltz that should be getting shows soon. otherwise, my interests are jamming, Basketball, singing, bongos, weird instruments from Africa, Soccer, Everything Music, The Gym, New Paltz, Brooklyn, Drinky Drinky, Hookah, PArties, Friends, Women, Self Superstition, being a Listener, Figuring myself out, Not dwelling on shit and forgeting, nature, road trips, heat, Israel, mountains, snow, camping, bars, composing music, seeing live jazz, performing, dorming, philoshopy, college hall, Smashing Pumpkins, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, artsy stuff, being adventurous and having an exciting career when i grow up. Wishing to be a superhero. Using imagination and creativity. Benjy
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Government
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  truejew22
Member Since:
1/17/2006
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| The ability to appropriately judge people and understand the meaning of messages would be extraordinary. Perhaps if we all had this expertise and excellent communication skills our world would be a better place. Dis confirming messages are often a part of life, even with the people we surround ourselves with everyday. There are several ways one can communicate a verbal/nonverbal mssg to someone. You can portray a mssg to be received in a positive way, negative way, funny, creepy, etc. And we have this ability to transform our communication to our audience (Whoever it may be). With so much control, why do we all argue and fight over nonsense all the time. We can and should learn to communicate effectively with each other as long as we all live together.
Remove the boundaries and territories that we have made as a culture and society. Why this meaningless, meaningful system of symbols and language we created? A lot of what we do culturally and publicly is defined by our actions, thoughts and most importantly perception. But perception is something that is affected by many external and internal factors. It is a term so important, full of meaning, context and life. But on this planet, we often perceive our lives as different from one another. Maybe we are all raised differently and that is combined with the fact that we are all genetically different in billions of ways. We are conceived and created as a number in society all trying to reach different goals of money or whatever it may be. These goals are different in identity but really all the same. We want good things in life, we all do, but we try to outdo each other in society instead of being moe unified and helpful. We should give everyone a chance, but life is not fair. Perception influences us to beleive different things and meanings and people. And we communicate our individual perceptions which are often diverse and perceived differently from the receiver of an interaction.
Created and put forth into a society. Numbers of the population growing heavily. problems with society are increasing. Tension between people even tenser. Growing old together on the same chronemics we each perceive differently. Our perception of time, which is a manmade device that seems to control our life, is important to us in different ways. Marching into our mechanical, routine, spontaneous lives. Policy: We should communicate our perception to people in an educated nonjudgemental way. Because time is short. Life, doomed. We must all die. So why not perceive life in a positive frame. Why should the media framing our eclectic society in a negative way, persuade people to do manipulative, scared and just plain stupid actions?
These were just random thoughts i blotted down in five minutes. I have been takingg way too many communication classes in college. Hope evertything with my xanga people are great
- Jonny Rude
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| Iv learned and done so much these past few
weeks. Iv learned this is my favorite time of the year. The period between the
end of summer and beginning of school and how my birthday is in the middle of
that makes it such a crazy experience for me each time around. I get so excited
about my age. I start to walk down memory lane and I rekindle with old friends.
I think meeting people is so important and having good and or close
relationships is not only important and a must but also healthy. It gives you
support and keeps you in the right state of mind. Of course its only one mans
opinion, mine but its deep and there’s a lot of heart and emotion in it. I am
glad me and Ross began to talk again bc its so important to have a friend whos
similar to you that you could talk about anything with. And that you could
easily express your deepest opinions and concerns to them without fear or
doubt. It helps you cope with life. And this is good because no one knows why
we were put here. Life is like a game. Iv learned enough from experience school
and family to have this opinion. Just this week I must say goodbye to my
brother, my best friend and all the friends iv made over the summer. The worst
is my brother bc I love him so much. If anything ever happened to him I would
be devastated. "God watch over him I care so much." i say. Then I got into a car
accident with me noam amir and gil with both our cars. What are the odds of that. Benjy told me “life moves
fast if u dont stop to look around u mite miss it.” I don’t ever want that to
happen bc I don’t want to regret life. I strive to be happy in my own world of
friends and mind. In the end it is you walking down by yourself. You go through life in your own mind and see things a certain way different from people. In elementary
school there was a kid that everyone made fun of, so I would as well to fit in.
And during an oral presentation. He was like as long as you love yourself you
could be happy. Keep in mind we were like 7 And he said I love myself and the other kids laughed but I took
him seriously and had respect. I totally agree. I’m so happy. And high. I have
a good memory bc its so easy for me to remember things like music and patterns
and experiences and when I feel like a memory is too important I write it in a
diary like this and save it in two places so it will never be lost. I play guitar by patterns and memory of sounds in my mind. I just realized that about myself and im trying to utilize my gift. I want to
write books, I love expressing emotions and feelings. It’s what makes life
worthwhile. Its what makes life. Express yourself in music, conversation, life,
family, love and you will live in life. It’s the only way to live, you need to
involve yourself so be you like a black fellow told me once “Just be you, Just
do you” Don’t be someone your not and put your mind to anything you want to do
with the right motivation behind it and your set, you succeed in this life and
the experiences you go through mean so much. Like, my grandma has no memories
but she remembers all these small details which gives me hope. You know what.. there
is none, but you never lose hope and it keeps you going. She says “True story,
two old friends (old men) lived above in the building they used to say to each
other, I come through this door on the right and I leave at the door on the
left … life flys by so quickly.” Whenever we speak we say time flys by bc she
cant keep track no more she lived her life and she was miserable but she loves
her grandsons and she will live as long as were alive. She cannot remember her
husband of 60 years who she loved so dearly but when she hears our voices things
clear up in her head. That makes me stronger. An experience tonight was bw me
ross, yehuda, benjy and Noam. For an hour and a half were discussing where to
go, and suddenly benjy decides to not hang out b/c he was to lazy to walk. It
was a shock but we still met up at subs and me and noam took mad long as usual
bc of our long joint. And my brother came in drunk and it was the first time I
was the older brother. I took care of him I gave him water and I saw what it
was like to be him in his eyes. And he maybe doubtfully saw him being the
younger brother. It was a good experience and I felt good. We bonded this
summer we saw our unofficial aunt and uncle for the third time in our life, and
we always see them together its our thing. I quit smoking and life was good. It
was family and I answered no calls. Now tonight we met at subs realized it was
closed and decided to walk to subway. We are their and have all these
interesting conversations about video games criticism, music and why technology
is taking over the world and I saw how it is to have close friends again. To be
innocent in a forgotten child way and to be carefree. As if only us guys
existed. And as we were finishing eating, a girl collapses on the floor. She
keeps collapsing and I quickly call 911. she gets up after 3times of falling
and said I think someone put something in my drink,. I tell the ambulance shes
trying to walk home. And suddenly she falls flat on her face and the only
people there was us trying to help her. If we were not their this poor girl
would have smashed her face on concrete and gotten raped. She was lost and it
was fate that took us there. Ross made sure she didn’t fall, I got her water
and she was bleeding all over and we all shared this experience. We got back in
subway after the ambulance took care of everything and we explained to them
what happened. We ate our sandwich and talked to the worker for like 15 minutes
we got close to him and we all shared this experience. And we became cool with
the guy. I asked him how old he was and shit he went to college also he was 22.
Such a crazy experience then we went to Benjy’s house sat in a circle and
talked for two hours. Damn I was high but it was crazy no matter what. Life has
its crazy ups and downs and experiences. I don’t know what else to say I expect
no one to read this but I’m just writing the flow in my mind and I love it. The Only way to live. learn who you are and go with the flow. These two weeks are endless.
*** I haven’t wrote in xanga for a while but
if anyone is still on I hope u guys come to my birthday thing at Manhattan beach by the benches at 2pm.
If I haven’t called you already I’ll try to asap .its short notice but i hope u come it should be nice weather, music, food from mummy, maybe play some sports smoke, like a social going away thing for my birthday and the whole summer. fridays my last day b4 I leave to New Paltz. I wish summer was endless dont we all. And for the night im going to the bar for my brothers going away party so if any of you have an id please come. Call my cell. *** : )
"learn jazz play jazz and then forget jazz" - my musician friend told me this.. think about it, it has meaning relate it to current music.
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| Lets just say ..I had the longest day ever. My today started on Sunday
afternoon. I found out i had 8 five page papers spread out Monday and
Tuesday. So I get the coffee out and the red bulls, and the
sobe's and all the caffienated beverages known to man. I overdosed and
wired my body up for ridiculous amounts of hours. And when i felt like
collapsing, I prevailed and kept going. on the Third day I said no to
sleep, having missed out on it anyways, and went out to smoke and
drink. And on this 80 hour day, I was with this chicka I've been
hanging out with for about a week. And then Ridiculous sex happened: 0
..And then I really wasn't tired...But I went to sleep, with a smile on
my face about how much college rocks ... This sounds like a college
Bible entry .. : )
But the work ain't over, and i say the same for u guys..plz let it
end.. Schools been cruel to many of us.. Funny enough, I wake up with
her the next day and right outside her building is 'the' Sobe
Bus, equiped with sponsers, music and free sobes and it was like Oasis
on Earth. Random college people hopped on the bus and I realized how
awsome Sobe is..So i'm in Brooklyn for Wednsday night. Tom morning i'll
see my brother graduate from Nyu. Then I go back to New PAltz for Ten
Days, to have a great time, and to work. Everything else not mentioned
has been random, life has been unexpecting and completely amazing..
I'll ramble on and on. Music has been great, for those of you who got
my myspace: Mollify
leave a mssg commenting on the music..perhaps.. and music
with everyone has been fun, been practicing, and dwelling my life in
the industry..Music I love u... I look like Hoboshiek during these
final weeks of college..Peace out pepes.
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| This last week has been revolutionary. My own self standards, morality, dignity, everything ii belilieve in are growing in strengh. Going against my fears is as easy as being the bigger man.
My weekend started with a house party on Thursday. Random night in college after not sleeping for 50 hours. My moods are leveling out..You guys know the stage where u start realizing everything about yourselves? Yea, thats been bugging me for a while. All of ones faults are the ones that especially cloud our minds. But what Iv's been doing for years already is ridiculous. I'm definately ocd in many things, and i'm definately this and that. But iv'e been pondering theories for years about the way I am. The way I think, talk and move. We grow once we learn our faults. We grow once we learn our feelings, our emotions, how to communicate how to connect. This is a phase thats ripping my insides... Imagine being a mystery to ones ownself? Iv'e been experiencing the self and learning how to grow. Learning how to be an amazing human, knowledgable, open, reliable, being a fun teenager. Nowadays,were all college people. We look at ourselves in the mirrow and yell AHH.. Im old, accepted nonetheless, but damn we all gotta get going with our lives. For the first time I actually profit from school. I go to English class and learn literature and use my smarts rather then superficially loading it into my short term memory. I begin to realize whats important to me. Life is so breathtaking, it's a shame that we lose a sense of our reality, our earth, our crimes, our idiocy. Try not to be depressed, when ur happys everything goes right, almost like your high and u think everythings right but just a little better. We live our lives twice Hemmingway told us through his literature. MY interpretation is we do live each experience, each word we say a first time. An experience may be had and have had no meaning. So we live each day a second time and give it meaning. Maybe you could have had a good life or a miserable one. It all depends on how you view it. Not that no one else is important, just one must have his own time and understand a lot; that is to live..I went camping in massachusets over the weekend. With different colleges in the woods, an all girls school, and twenty cool pepes from NP. New Friends, lots of pot, alchohol and good new times.. So if u tried to call me, my phone died and iv been bonding with nature : ). Other than that im high so dont jjudge my writing. But this is all honesty writing..someone comment, lately everyone seems mia. And last words, good luck with finals all college bretheren. Peace
. J1 .
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| A Friday of Apathy
A Saturday of Slave work
Making fields, cleaning trash
In the blistering heavy rain
Smokin blunts with criminals
A weekend saved by Benjy
And Sunday was low..
The night brought me terrible Malady
I flipped out, screaming at my mother
The perpetual yelling came to an end
This was the first Bus I ever missed
It's meaning was small yet large but it meant nothing to anyone
Stuck in the city, I called my Brother
Down by the Pier
I slept besides my Brother
We talked about Filial Duty
And the good times
Then my neurotic innocence was shut down-
When his blood spoke
Another Case of Cancer
Except this ones close
Stop it God
I demandeth of You
Next week was down by the racetrack
A beautiful house in Monticello
Russian life and my American ass
They left me Hangin like a fly in mid-air
Walks through the forests and ciggerettes smoked in despair
That was I in exact Mid April..
No one to talk to, falling in the White Lake
Minor connections with the housemates
Nothing worth writing home about
Paranoia's in the air
It's causing problems everywhere
It's my hand pulling the trigger
It's that bottle soathing my throat
IT's me naked in the rain
Forgetting my pain
Excuse my being Vain
However, I'm still Sane
Mistful Air under the Giant Grey Skies
I Stand Tall and Mighty
Center of an Empty Stadium
C'mon
Can't you feel the steam, the ground shakin?
::The Heat and intensity Rises::
I feel it in my chest
I yell Tangents, I plead Love
Don't mistake my Kindness for Weakness
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