Tuesday, September 16, 2008

it's wide awake, i'm mourning

It's late, I'm up. What else is new?

Jessica, you are the most honest person I know.

Most people lie. Everyone has something to hide. It sucks, but it's the truth.
We hide things because we afraid of being judged. We hide things because we are ashamed. We hide things because society tells us to.
It sucks.

Summer went by too fast; as it always does, but far faster than any other previous summer. Perhaps because I came down to Champaign before Labor Day... or maybe not.

It's getting colder now, just how I like it. It's a feeling I have had for the past five, six autumns.

I see all my Facebook friends from my graduating class (of 2002 lol) talking about getting engaged, married, even some having kids. Kinda, really creepy. But I know I'm not ready. Does that make me old or young? (Please comment, both old friends and new ones.)

"Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter."
~Mark Twain

I try not to mind, but society constantly reminds me that it matters. Yet, I could care less, and I have to keep telling myself that. Sometimes I feel like a rolling stone, and it feels good. Other times it feels bad.
My life is a bittersweet one. I just hope that I can help people in my time here. I know I can. I'm not too modest to say that I am a smart guy. It's undeniable, lol. But, for serious, I love and care about every person that I meet. It's a blessing and a curse all at once. Boo.



You can't refuse when you ain't got nothin' to lose.






JUST LIKE A ROLLING STONE!!!



(it gathers no moss) Yet, I do.
I'm a SLOW-rolling stone, or something. I guess


Golden days have past, and yet many to come.
Hold steady, every moment waits.

ROCK!



Hang in there kids. Life is more than meets the eye.

Monday, September 15, 2008

weekend in review

so, Peters was a hit. The chili was a hit. And despite the spreading of germs, I think this weekend was pretty ROCK!

we sang, we danced, we rocked, we drank, we ate, and we watched football. and it as all gone in a flash.

and then Jessica asked me if "asking a question in a persuasive paper [was legal]."

Nothing personal baby, of course. We are all guilty of it, especially me. Following rules never got anyone anywhere. If you have a valid point to make, do it how you do it. Do it how you have to, how you want to. CLICHE WARNING: Rules are made to be broken. Perhaps, not made to be broken, but rather made by people who have no creativity and need rules to mandate their lives. LAME. I mean come on! As evil as he was, he challenged authority by sailing the ocean blue, and proving that the world is round, not flat. Columbus was a badass ('til he killed the NA's).
Just like our world is three dimensional, so are we. Probably more than three, actually. Humans are infinitely dimensional as far as I'm concerned.

BACK to the weekend in review...

So it's Friday afternoon, and Kyle and I are watching TV, when all of a sudden, this noise begins to hover over us. At first it seemed like somebody rolling something down the hall or a big truck passing by, but then it got louder, and Kyle pulled the whole "duck and cover" routine. I start freaking, tapping Kyle, pushing Kyle, shoving Kyle. He finally runs outside at my request only to return stating, "Oh, it's only the Jets."
No way Brett FAvre makes that kinda noise. (lol lame joke)
So I run outside to see the planes flying over. Had I been ten years older, I am pretty sure I would have had a heart attack. There has to be something illegal about what happened there. FUCKED ME UP! I swear I almost shit my pants. Thanks Kyle (whom, btw, claims he "knew all along it was the jets" and was joking about it.)

Yikes.

Ok, maybe sleeping now. WE shall see.

Cleveland, Ohio. April 5, 1968.


Mr Chairmen,Ladies And Gentlemen

This is a time of shame and sorrow. It is not a day for politics. I have saved this one opportunity, my only event of today, to speak briefly to you about the mindless menace of violence in America which again stains our land and every one of our lives.

It is not the concern of any one race. The victims of the violence are black and white, rich and poor, young and old, famous and unknown. They are, most important of all, human beings whom other human beings loved and needed. No one - no matter where he lives or what he does - can be certain who will suffer from some senseless act of bloodshed. And yet it goes on and on and on in this country of ours.

Why? What has violence ever accomplished? What has it ever created? No martyr's cause has ever been stilled by an assassin's bullet.

No wrongs have ever been righted by riots and civil disorders. A sniper is only a coward, not a hero; and an uncontrolled, uncontrollable mob is only the voice of madness, not the voice of reason.

Whenever any American's life is taken by another American unnecessarily - whether it is done in the name of the law or in the defiance of the law, by one man or a gang, in cold blood or in passion, in an attack of violence or in response to violence - whenever we tear at the fabric of the life which another man has painfully and clumsily woven for himself and his children, the whole nation is degraded.

"Among free men," said Abraham Lincoln, "there can be no successful appeal from the ballot to the bullet; and those who take such appeal are sure to lost their cause and pay the costs."

Yet we seemingly tolerate a rising level of violence that ignores our common humanity and our claims to civilization alike. We calmly accept newspaper reports of civilian slaughter in far-off lands. We glorify killing on movie and television screens and call it entertainment. We make it easy for men of all shades of sanity to acquire whatever weapons and ammunition they desire.

Too often we honor swagger and bluster and wielders of force; too often we excuse those who are willing to build their own lives on the shattered dreams of others. Some Americans who preach non-violence abroad fail to practice it here at home. Some who accuse others of inciting riots have by their own conduct invited them.

Some look for scapegoats, others look for conspiracies, but this much is clear: violence breeds violence, repression brings retaliation, and only a cleansing of our whole society can remove this sickness from our soul.

For there is another kind of violence, slower but just as deadly destructive as the shot or the bomb in the night. This is the violence of institutions; indifference and inaction and slow decay. This is the violence that afflicts the poor, that poisons relations between men because their skin has different colors. This is the slow destruction of a child by hunger, and schools without books and homes without heat in the winter.

This is the breaking of a man's spirit by denying him the chance to stand as a father and as a man among other men. And this too afflicts us all.

I have not come here to propose a set of specific remedies nor is there a single set. For a broad and adequate outline we know what must be done. When you teach a man to hate and fear his brother, when you teach that he is a lesser man because of his color or his beliefs or the policies he pursues, when you teach that those who differ from you threaten your freedom or your job or your family, then you also learn to confront others not as fellow citizens but as enemies, to be met not with cooperation but with conquest; to be subjugated and mastered.

We learn, at the last, to look at our brothers as aliens, men with whom we share a city, but not a community; men bound to us in common dwelling, but not in common effort. We learn to share only a common fear, only a common desire to retreat from each other, only a common impulse to meet disagreement with force. For all this, there are no final answers.

Yet we know what we must do. It is to achieve true justice among our fellow citizens. The question is not what programs we should seek to enact. The question is whether we can find in our own midst and in our own hearts that leadership of humane purpose that will recognize the terrible truths of our existence.

We must admit the vanity of our false distinctions among men and learn to find our own advancement in the search for the advancement of others. We must admit in ourselves that our own children's future cannot be built on the misfortunes of others. We must recognize that this short life can neither be ennobled or enriched by hatred or revenge.

Our lives on this planet are too short and the work to be done too great to let this spirit flourish any longer in our land. Of course we cannot vanquish it with a program, nor with a resolution.

But we can perhaps remember, if only for a time, that those who live with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same short moment of life; that they seek, as do we, nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness, winning what satisfaction and fulfillment they can.

Surely, this bond of common faith, this bond of common goal, can begin to teach us something. Surely, we can learn, at least, to look at those around us as fellow men, and surely we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and to become in our own hearts brothers and countrymen once again.


-Robert F. Kennedy





Our playgrounds have become battlegrounds. Our streets have become cemeteries. Our schools have become places to mourn the ones we've lost," Obama told a standing-room-only congregation at Vernon Park Church of God on Chicago's Far South Side.

The violence is unacceptable, and it's got to stop.


Enough is enough I suppose. Barrack Obama is not RFK. He is not Fidel Castro either. And more importantly, he is not John McCain. We should be so lucky to have someone like Obama running for President. He can not speak for the life of him (aside from his DNC speech, which had it's flaws, but overall was decent), he makes friends with racist religious leaders and other hooligans, he is young and may be "inexperienced" BUT....

He is a family man. He was raised in a diverse household. He "gets" people. He is down to earth and blue-collar. He is black and white (like the cookie, and the Michael Jackson song), and he is one smart dude. Some may call him an elitist, but the man has character. He knows what he is doing, just like the "majority" of us thought Bush did. So let's make a god damned change and vote for CHANGE. It almost happened back in 1968, until some asshole with a gun (FUCK OF NRA!!!!!) and a brain the size of a thumbtack decided to gundown our future.

So, yes, I watched "Bobby" tonight, but it wasn't my first time. Jenny pointed out how much she loved that speech, and I couldn't help but blog about how relevant it is today, and how non-conservative it is. Kyle, Jenny and I were discussing it shortly after the film, and while Jenny entertained the idea of a "Kennedy family curse," Kyle and I agreed that people don't like change, hence the amount of conservatives in this country. We are one fucked up society America. Got news for y'all: the one who dies with the most money still dies, and usually unhappy.

41 shots later.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Life - a good thing. Very confusing but good. In the middle of a party right now, but felt I have neglected my blog of any real content lately. Plus I'm a little drunk and needed a breather. ROCK! Just needed some musical healing, and if I laid down and listened to music I would totally pass out. But it's early and I don't wanna do that. So, breather time.

My life - really F'ed up, but still awesome. Just wanna chill and learn, and teach.

So happy that Peters is here. Should go back out and show him my appreciation. If there ever existed an unconditional love, it was his. Not just for me, but for everyone.

I hate my mom, I love my mom.

I thought today was the last ever. Thanks retarded jets. Pissed me off.
Out of Xanax now. Kinda scary. Just gotta watch myself.

Time to pee. Maybe more later.

For now:

She'd ash on the carpet an slip me a pill, and get me pretty loaded on Gin.


ROCK!

Friday, September 12, 2008

Me+The Booze News=Sexytime

Earlier in the week I sent the following email to the Booze News seeking employment:

To the drunk to which it may concern,

I love booze. I am also a fan of news. 'Nuf said.

I'm a male, 24 years of age (yes, still attending school), I am a sagitarius, and I enjoy long walks on Green Street (preferably while intoxicated).

I have no formal education in journalism - if I did I would be a toolbag applying to the DI, eff that ess- but I am minoring in creative writing, among other things (hence, 24 and still in school).

The Booze News is my favorite thing to bring with my when I poop. It's short enough to read cover to cover in one dump-sitting, and then it doubles as TP!

I can not draw, but I do enjoying photographing things (i.e. naked women). I am not quite sure if this is a required job skill, but I figured I would throw it out there.

If positions are still available, your consideration is grateful. If not, fire the guy making the most money and I'll do his job for half the pay.

Should you require a resume or other fancy-pants application, references or proof of legality, I regret to inform you that I... no just kidding. Except about the legal part. (no, really, I am a citizen) For serious though, if you need that stuff or a more extensive writing sample, just hit me up. (Just a heads up, after 5 P.M. I'm usually in no condition to be talking on the phone, but then again I'm sure you speak Drunklish, so whenever is cool.)

Forever Yours,

Ryan Brokamp (look it up, I'm legal!)
ryanbroham@gmail.com
c. 630.772.1283

Disclaimer: I do not use The Booze News to wipe my ass. That's what the DI is for.

And the response from the managing editor:

Ryan,

Loved the email. You definitely seem like someone who would fit well on staff. If it's alright with you, I'd like to meet up with you sometime soon just to get to know you a little better then have you come to a meeting. Let me know what works for you.

--
Danyel Logue

University of Illinois- Junior
The Booze News- Managing Editor

In case I haven't explained how freaking excited I am for this, let me tell you all one more time; this is going to be amazing. I can't wait to start writing for them. Still waiting to hear back about meeting from Danyel, but it's seems like I'm in. Should be a lot of drunken fun.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

welcome new Brohams...

ATTENTION all NEW Brohams:

The following post labeled 'Horseracing 101' can be skipped over (for it is very much unlike the rest of the blog). Unless you're interested in horseracing (which you should be) I urge you to skip to the next entry, and at your leisure, return to the horseracing entry.

Also, please become a Broham and follow me.
Goodnight and Good Luck!

Monday, September 8, 2008

Horse Racing 101

Ok so I got a bit of time to kill, and since we now have BOTH TVG and HRTV (the two horseracing channels) in our cable lineup, I must teach my roommates the ins and outs of becoming a compulsive gambl- er, playing the ponies.

Just a fun thing to mix things up, really. I'll try to properly label the blog titles so you don't waste your time reading this if you could care less (but you should, because it's the sport of kings, and it's awesome).

I won't bore you with the history and stuff, but just know this: it's an old sport, really old. I mean freakin' chariot races were around before Jesus and stuff. And yes, it is a sport. With the exception of soccer and maybe a few others, horseracing is one of the most global sports still alive. (They should include it in both the summer and winter olympics- the average racehorse is like 4, so I dunno how the chinese could cheat on this one)

In the U.S., there are three primary types of racing: Thoroughbred, Harness (Standardbred), and Quarterhorse. They are listed in order of coolness. Quarterhorses are more like ponies so it's boring, and harness is ok, but it's more about the driver than the horse. Thoroughbred is more common anyhow, and unless noted otherwise, that is what I will be referring to in these posts.

Obviously, what makes the sport so awesome is the betting part. Otherwise it'd be like slow Nascar, for rich people... ewww. State governments regulate the gambling, and legalize it through a parimutuel system. Basically this means is that you're not betting agaisnt the house at all (like at a casino, blackjack, etc.) but rather against other gamblers. This could be a good thing, or a bad thing. If you can outsmart your fellow gamblers, you can win big. If you have no clue what you're doing, you're no better off at the track than in front of a slot machine.

SO READ, AND LEARN, AND SEE WHAT YOU CAN DO.

It's much like the stock market in ways; you're always following trends and patterns, looking for tips, and taking an educated guess (a risk/gamble) at turning your dollar into two (or hopefully, more).
If you go to the track and pick up a program, chances are you'll have no clue what all the numbers, letters and symbols bunched together in microscopic print are. It looks like Russian at first. But with some patience and time, you can learn to break this code. It's much easier than it looks, but because people are stupid and lazy, there is almost always some sort of Handicapper's analysis section following the jumbled numbers and stuff. A handicapper's job is (a) to set the morning line odds
for a racecard, (b) to analyze the races and write in programs/newspapers/websites, informing the public of his or her "professional" opinion, and (c) to make you feel stupid. And it works with most people. They use all these fancy terms and refer to horse's as if he/she is on a first name basis with them. Some 30 year-old frat boy will read a handicapper's analysis, nodding his head, trying to impress his friends, like he actually gets it. These people are so easy to pick out in a crowd. I could spend a day at the track just people watching, pointing out these assholes. Between them, the "I bet on the horse for its name/colors/number/dong size" crowd is just as bad, but they are less of a threat. Then you have the old men who talk a big game, recalling stories of big bets they've caught in the past, at XYZ track in a year my parents weren't even alive in, yet these old dudes never seem to hit anything these days. Or the variation of the old dude: usually hangs around with the other old guys, but has a need to be the odd man out and bet on the horse no one else likes, PROMISING "this one's a winner," only to make excuses (i.e. blaming the jockey/weather/other horse/dong size) for his loss. Finally you got the type who ALWAYS bets on the longshot, looking for a big payout. Just plain dumb. Again, back to the casino with your lame ass! With all of these groups, there exists exceptions. Occasionally one of these people will get lucky and feel the need to tell everyone else about how great their "system" is. YOU DON'T HAVE A SYSTEM! You won once out of a hundred times using your "system." There are no "systems" in betting on horses, remember this, or you will find yourself more worried about your system than the races and horses themselves, or fall into one of the aforementioned groups.

So basically we've been over a bunch of DO NOTs. It is important if you want to be successful at the track, to go into it with the right mindframe. I know this sounds ridiculous, I mean it's just gambling, but for serious, your emotions will get in the way. A "hunch" or a second guess will cause you more heartbreak than the small dent you might leave in your wallet. If you like a bet, make it. But make sure you are confident with it. Make sure you've thought about it thoroughly, but be careful not to overthink. Spread out your money, but don't go throwing it all over the place, just so you have a "sure winner somewhere in your bets." You'll never come out ahead that way. Again, I think a lot of these points can be used in trading as well. Very similar.

Well that's it for today kids. I know we didn't get into very many specifics, but all of the bold terms will be later discussed, as well as many others. Should you want to read ahead, for extra credit or just to impress me (I like being impressed!) feel free to Wiki that shit, or whatnot. Next time we'll get more into the betting itself, how it works, types of bets, payoffs, odds, etc. Eventually class will have to be held in person so we can go over reading a program, and should things go well, a field trip may even be in order, to test and hone your skills.