I mean it all depends. If you’re applying for the Engineering program, it’s a bit harder to get into than say studio arts in the Arts and Sciences. For me it was easy to get into, but high school was a breeze for me. You should apply either way though! It’s a great place, definitely one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. Good luck applying, hit me up if you have any other questions.
More Macklemore, less Robin Thicke.
And yet a huge percentage of Tumblr hates him. Not trying to be confrontational, but could someone please explain to me why this is?
Because he is a straight white guy and Tumblr isn’t always right.
Yup. A lot of people like to ignore all the good things he does simply because he is part of the privileged. Never mind that he flat out acknowledges this in Same Love. (“I may not be the same, but that’s not important.”)
BLESS YOUR SOULS.
BLESS YOUR FUCKING SOULS.
I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT STAND THAT FUCKING A LOT OF TUMBLR HATES MACKLEMORE.
BECAUSE HONESTLY, HE WAS EVERYTHING THEY WERE COMPLAINING WHITE PEOPLE AREN’T AND NOW THAT THEY GOT A FUCKING ROLEMODEL THEY SUDDENLY COMPLAIN?????? BECAUSE HE’S WHITE?????
Macklemore grew up privileged, yes, but he understands the inequality and the disturbing gap between rich and poor. He has a song called White Privilege:
"Hiphop started off in a block that I’ve never been to
To counter act a struggle that I’ve never even been through
If I think I understand just because I flow too
That means I’m not keeping it true, nope.”
"But as I’m blessed with the privilege, they’re still left with the scars"
AND HAVE YOU HEARD HIS SONG CLAIMING THE CITY???
"I grew up on Capitol Hill,
With two parents and two cars.
They had a beautiful marriage, we even had a swing set in our yard.
My mom didn’t have a job, because my dad made enough money that we could live comfortably and he could support us.
Now, he commute to Tacoma, so we knew we be good.
But then I realized everybody looked just like me in my neighborhood.
I go to school, which was diverse.
But indeed us, I got sandwiches and Capri Suns well my friends ate their free lunch.
It’s crazy trying to look back, cause when I was growing up
I didn’t understand the fact was there’s something called a social status.
And my black friends wanted my financial bracket.
And then my city’s divided,
From neighborhood to neighborhood
We’re polarized but we claim we’re progressive.
The police shoot in the hood but never once in my residence.
As a white person been shot at we’d stopped in a Lexus.
And to think that we have claimed that so much has changed”
OH GOODNESS ME, HE’S SUCH AN ASSHOLE. HE’S SO PRIVILEGED GOD.
HOW ABOUT A WAKE???
"Don’t wanna be that white dude, million man marchin’
Fighting for our freedom that my people stole
Don’t wanna make all my white fans uncomfortable
But you don’t even have a fuckin’ song for radio
Why you out here talkin race, tryin’ to save the fuckin’ globe
Don’t get involved with the causes in mind
White privilege, white guilt, at the same damn time
So we just party like it’s nineteen ninety nine
Celebrate the ignorance while these kids keep dying.”
Tumblr needs to hop down off it’s high fucking horse and instead of turning against a potential role model and ally to all that they’ve been fucking preaching about JUST BECAUSE HE’S PRIVILEGED AND WHITE, maybe make him an icon because he’s not rapping about disrespecting women. He’s making a small change. But because he grew up with a well structured family environment and he was able to afford everything he desired, he’s suddenly the enemy.
Macklemore hate is proof that Tumblr’s brand of militant social justice is just made up of a bunch of people with either a victimization fetish and/or a hateful, angry heart seeking acceptable targets, and they then proceed to poison the people that really just want to do good, ultimately mangling a good cause beyond recognition.
And 99% of people who complain about the first lyric of “Same Love” have never actually listened beyond that. Somebody tells them “The song starts with ‘when i was in the third grade i thought that i was gay’” and they start clutching their pearls because surely the whole song is just some straight dude making lgbtqa rights all about him and how he thinks because he thought he was gay when he was eight he knows all about it. And maybe it’s not the best way to word the beginning of the song, BUT IF YOU ACTUALLY LISTEN OR READ BEYOND THAT it turns out it’s a segue into talking about ridiculous stereotypes and preconceived ideas about sexuality and questioning why someone would think it was a bad idea to be gay in the first place. And then it goes on to discuss the homophobia inherent in the music genre he’s a part of and calling his peers out on slurs and derogatory language and hypocrisy in religion, and it beautifully features Mary fucking Lambert, and goddammit I had trouble driving home when I first heard it in the car because I was fucking crying.
Macklemore is a privileged individual who consistently and vocally acknowledges his privileges and strives to use it to do legitimate good, which is everything Tumblr claims it wants, but as soon as he starts, they scream for him to shut up. Because their need to rage and scream and hate and wallow in willful ignorance is more important to them than seeing actual change take place anywhere in the world.
so glad i came across this post. you have to remember that tumblr :so called “activists” like to comment on anything that seems potentially bad, even if that means over-shadowing great points and progress that a lot of people, both gay and straight have wished for.
Lol I hate macklemore because he doesn’t give rylan lewis any credit. The only reason anybody knows about him is because thrift shop had a catchy beat and everyone was like omg omg macklemore I didn’t hear the name Ryan lewis once. I read this interview he said macklermore is an asshole to work with and he freaks out on everybody all the time.
I hate macklemore because of his fans, they’re almost worse than juggalos, a bunch of hypocritical rich white kids who never stepped foot into a thrift shop until that shit was playing every ten minutes on the radio. They know every word to that song about gay rights and frat boys use it to seem sensitive and culturally aware and to get into drunk girls pants. I have zero issues with macklemore himself because I do not doubt the validity of his beliefs and respect his climbing to the “top” all on his own but it’s his macho chadbro fans and ignorant suburban twelve year old girls who chant every line to thrift shop on their way to hollister that I fucking loathe.
Ryan Lewis is a dick. I put on a show with him. He is. I hate Macklemore because at Rowdytown 2012 with Big Gigantic, after Griz and Dillon Francis getting groovy, Macklemore comes on and complains about glowsticks not being a part of Hip-hop. He was right. Because it was a dance show. Don’t bitch about a show you were lucky to be a part of. I love hip-hop, but it has it’s place. Also, he could be way more lyrical, as he is in some freestyles he’s done, but he isn’t. Bar out, record that shit, then maybe I’ll respect your lyricism. I do appreciate that he stands for the right things, but as a person, he’s weak as shit.
Or a month. It’s been a long time.
A lot has happened.
I tried to put on not one, but 4 club shows, 3 of which were unsuccessful. The first: a surprise liver surgery to the headlining act
The second: A 1,000 year flood
The third: I fuxd up some dates real good.
But tonight, my first show finally happened. D-stylz and the crew came through, and although I lost money, good things are headed my way.
School has been hard as shit - 3 tests, 3 projects, and tons of homework and job interviews in 2 weeks. Needless to say, I’m ready for a small break.
"Mondays don’t suck, your job sucks"
Damn, lately I’ve been questioning a lot of things. I know no matter where I put my head, if I dedicate myself to something, I can do it. Recently I’ve been questioning a lot of my decisions - primarily my choice of major. Daily I question why I spend so much time studying what I do, and I think that life is too short for me to be typing in equations. Some people have a passion for this, and the word I use definitely wouldn’t be passion.
I enjoy some of my classes, but feel like I should seize the day and do what I can in other aspects of life. I feel like I could change the world, and not through the bridges I build, but through the ideas that I have, the people I know, and maybe even the music I attempt to make.
The question is, where do I go from here.
I feel lost.
I could use a hug.
Life is good.
Boulder, with all of its loving people, great atmosphere, and awesome concerts, has really treated me well. It’s early in the semester, but I can’t wait to see what the year has to offer.
Another year about to commence. The summer ended better than it started, with seeing some friends and family before we once again fragment across the world.
I hope Welcomefest goes well.
I feel kind of empty right now.
Thanks, I really appreciate it. I’m just trying to do a job basically trial by fire, so it hasn’t been easy.
And I’m an extrovert, so spending a lot of time alone has been hard.
Thank you for the quote and thought though, it means a lot. I wish you luck with your endeavors as you walk forward as well.
I have a special talent that allows me to fuck things up daily, sometimes hourly. It’s pretty hidden, even I don’t realize it’s there until it’s too late.
Being in Pinetop always seems bittersweet. There isn’t always much to do, and the people can be flaky. To be honest though, this visit has been pretty great.
The weather is much nicer here than in Albuquerque, and there hasn’t been any shortage of things to do. The World Cup was great, and the alumni game was even better.
I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about soccer. The beautiful game. A place where physical meets mental. But above all, I think that soccer is one of the few comforts I have in this world. With this game, even after not playing for over a year, I can still keep up with the best around. I can rely almost entirely on my instinct.
I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about instinct and comfort that feels so right at the moment. I guess I hadn’t realized that recently almost everything I do is new. New classes, new people, and living in new places. I didn’t see that I’m almost always thinking of my next move, and this instinct brings me back to reality. I need to live in the moment more, and today was really a good wakeup call. Hopefully I can find a way to introduce more consciousness in my life.
Thanks! I appreciate that. Congrats on picking an awesome school. Well first off, CU is a bigger party school than most haha. That being said, I don’t think it’s overwhelming unless you make it so. I don’t know what your major is, but as an engineering student, I felt I was able to find a good balance. I mean, I know people who partied day and night every night, and for most of them, their grades proved it negatively. It’s really up to you. There were many times when I chose to turn down partying for studies, and it wasn’t easy. You have to know yourself, and weigh the costs. That being said, don’t be afraid to branch out. Don’t become an alcoholic, either, but sometimes going to a raging concert or party was just the break I needed to get back on the study track.
Ultimately, it’s up to you and the decisions you make, and what you decide. It’s also entirely possible you could get your homework done before 8 almost every night, and then it doesn’t matter what you do.
Either way, congrats again, CU is an awesome decision. If you want, at the beginning of the year hit me up and you can party with me and my housemates!
Hmm. Great question! I didn’t expect it to be as bro-y as it is, though it’s not bad. I was kind of surprised by the party scene and how it works. Being someone from out of state, I had to kind of network to get into big house parties/frat parties (as a guy). I didn’t expect college in general to be as difficult, but I’m an Engineering student so that’s expected I suppose. To be honest, I didn’t expect the year to be as enlightening as it was. I learned more last year than I did my entire life before. I learned a ton about myself and other people that I would’ve never anticipated.
I was also surprised by how good Program Council was. That shit is awesome.
Advice: Never be afraid to talk to someone. The first few days, it was easy to be shy about meeting all these new people you live with and have classes with. Don’t be afraid to become who you are. After this year, I could see myself going in 10 directions I didn’t expect previously. For the most part, the people in your dorm are awesome, so get to know them. And take opportunities that are given to you. Try new things. Don’t be afraid to change and learn about yourself. Get involved in something you truly love. My life is forever changed and improved because of PC and I’m so glad I got involved right from the beginning. And, I feel that it needs to be said, study. I (almost) always made sure I got my work done before I partied/went out/watched movies…etc. It’s really easy to get caught up in all of the fun things and people on campus, but school is important. I have a few friends who got kicked out because they drank almost every night and failed out of the school. So take that to heart. But balance it with fun and adventure. Hit me up if you have any other questions or when the year starts!
Don’t get me wrong, living with my grandparents this summer has been great. They feed me better than I could’ve dreamed for, they have internet, and they don’t really interfere with my life.
Fortunately or unfortunately, living with my grandparents has given me a cold taste of reality. Being around people over 80 years old for the vast majority of the summer has taught me some things I would’ve never expected, and reinforced some old ideas of mine.
Really, this summer has shown me a good reason to not get married/have a life partner. As awesome as my grandparents are, they don’t really have conversations, and sort of just state what they’re doing or have already done. On top of that, much of their talking is just one-upping each other, or stating that they already knew something. They do a lot of awesome things, like travel and meet extraordinary people, but at the end of the day, they just sort of putter around. It really reinforces what Louis CK said during his stand up. “Growing old and being married is awful. At best, you both grow old until one of you dies.” This is exactly what the summer feels like. I feel as though even if I got married to THE girl, the best that could happen is one of us dies. I don’t like the idea of withering away next to someone. I would rather just be done.
On top of that, this summer reinforces not wanting to grow old in general. There isn’t much to do, life is extremely dull, and your mind and body are just shattered reflections of what you used to be. Your friends all begin to die around you as you lose your sight, hearing, taste, and your bones become brittle.
Fuck that. Live fast and Die Young.
Beauty shows in many forms.
Today my math teacher clutched the students for an extra 3 minutes, leaving me a ray of light through a small window of hope to make it to the bus on time. I was about 10 seconds late, desperately scrambling for the metal tube that should’ve taken me home. Alas, I gave up, and accepted the inevitability of waiting 10 more minutes for the next bus. All of the sudden I heard a strange voice beckon. It said “Do you want to catch it?” I looked down to see a man holding his door open, encouraging me to join him in his car. At first I thought, nah, I can wait. But then I thought “This could be the conversation of a lifetime. Why not try something new?” So I leapt into the strange man’s car, and we raced for the bus.
The man said he used to go to UNM, and had missed that same bus many times. He said he was a doctor, and that he taught anatomy classes for fun. This man, though his favor was relatively small, showed me a glimmer of hope displaying the beauty that is right in front of all of us. He was a kind soul that simply wanted to help people, and I was lucky enough to be in his path.
Similarly, music has shown me a lot of beauty recently. I’ve been listening to “Whenever, If Ever” by The World Is a Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid to Die, “Run The Jewels” by El-P and Killer Mike, and, as displayed above, Brand New. I’ve realized recently that I don’t just hear music. It rolls into my fingertips and ignites my senses. I become lost in a world of euphoria created by whatever band I’m listening to, and I become at peace in my own world.
On top of the immediate joy I get out of music, bands like Brand New have many beautiful memories associated with them as well. I can’t listen to Brand New without thinking of the man who turned me on to them, Wylie. With that association floods a tidal wave of memories that we will always have. This, to me, is beautiful.
I think I am starting to see more beauty in the world, and need to continue to do so. We are on this planet for too short of a time to make a mark and run.
I have opened my eyes.