Thursday??

Shiiiiiit, reached this point in the week already, eh.  I feel like I've reached that mythical state of consciousness, where everything just rolls into one and the next time I come to my senses it will be next friday, at my desk writing a final on fucking copy editing...

"Don't nobody wanna dance slow in the rain, just move yo' ass"

Johnson Barnes said it best. Mental and physical fatigue have become such a stable in my day-to-day life that I often wonder just what would happen to me if I had energy. So, it figures as much to just push it as far as I can, and see what comes of it. Like being 10th grade stoned on hard drugs-- but when you overdose you just sleep. Nice. I've been dancing in the storm and i'll keep going 'til the eye comes.

I'm hungry! Actually my diet these days has been coffee and bagels, and I'm almost fearing the repercussions of any changes to this meal plan. Projectile vomiting? A sprint to the bathroom staaaalls ((kanye voice)Fuck yooooooooouuuu), or just not even being able to get it down. I almost feel this blog will become just extended Facebook and Twitter updates that internet friends never wanted to hear. I guess internet is a great place to scream your lungs out into the nothingness of cyber space. Therapeutic?

Teacher is going on and on about plagiarism. Talking about intellectual dishonesty, fallacy of selection, page references and a student that almost became violent when she called him out for plagiarism. Wait! If I paraphrase her story about that bro without giving you her name, date of reference, and when she told this story, am I treading on her intellectual property, plagiarizing her stories and thus worthy of internet exile? Riddle me that. But with proper citation of course.

Be excellent to yourself,

I remain John F, Johansen.

"It doesn't take a crown to let me know that I'm a king, so a down-ass queen is enough for me."

Dear Miss,

I love your thoughts, ideas and the way the world move to you,
Eyes wide, see the world as if it's new to you,
How we can speak on Nietzsche, the shows we watch on T.V.
And it's plain to see I really do not have shit to prove to you.

Express my points of view to you, true fact
My memories flew back to before I became rude to you.
And, how we don't need to speak, just chillin' n getting' high,
No questions or mistrust; conniving espionage.

And, how you wonder why these women bathe in this concealer,
How thoughts of you bing me back in times unfamiliar.
That laugh, that smile, that DAMN good home cooking.
But, stop being so pretentious girl, you're not that fucking good looking.

Welcome!

Here it is folks, the beginning of what will be known as Stunning Mediocrity to all you middling homosapiens roaming through cyber space. SM is here to help you through those heart wrenching and teary moments when 10th place will have to be good enough. Here to celebrate those "in-between" moments that managed to escape those sewers known as "mediocrity" that they were supposed to remain in. And, here to bring legitimate excellence, in any medium, to the front page of your monitor.

Welcome to Stunning Mediocrity- home to and a celebration of: That band you love but no one has heard of, Those times in life that deserve a "meh" but stay on your mind forever, and That girl you pulled from the bar who was 5/10- but the best lay of your life. ETC....

In a world focussed on perfection, celebrating the elite, and glorifying that which you will never have/own/experience is pushed on everyone, and becomes the only measure of success in society. Only extreme highs and lows are covered by the media. This leads to humans only thinking in black and white, good and bad, communism and democracy. If the utmost top level of success isn't reached, or you aren't currently on an elevator to the top, your values, drive, talent, and sanity are all going to be questioned. Why is differentiating yourself, and appearing "above average"such an over-riding goal in western culture? Is this constant pushing by society to be better than the next human a good thing? Why is it that we glorify entertainers, sports figures, and celebrities as being so much more than the normal human?

To tell the truth, I don't know, and probably never will. But I will ask you this: When is the last time you heard someone say--any age--, "I want to be a Janitor"? Think long and hard on that one. Go over your opinions of that profession, how professionals in that field are viewed in your society.  Above all else, think to your self, "would I do that job?"

Most folk will say no. But I will guarantee you, that the custodial services done at your school, office, or restaurant are going to have a greater effect on your own enjoyment of life than any elite and celebrated professional being shoved down your throats on the daily.

"Momma said a little will go a long way,
But these days, a "little"
is just another man with a briefcase"

Based out of E-ville, Alberta. TSM will be working in accordance with Bad Word Choice Music and be worked on from within the walls of Grant MacEwan University.

I remain,

- John F. Johansen.

Blu-Dancing in the Rain