Who Are We? Perspective on Judginess

We ask constantly of ourselves, when can things define people? Predefining is supposed to be a forbidden fruit in many instances, but we logically must define people at some point. Maybe our ideologies do not permit us to see people otherwise. Maybe we have the conventional view of a man as a fixed being, unchanging, and of roles which fit rigidly but comfortably. Or maybe even we have some truth on our side. Truths which make themselves 'clear as day and irrevocable'.

A Mega Update and some New Worldism

Today is a pretty reflexive morning. School is back in a matter of days. As much as I'm gonna miss my dog, I feel it's about time to blow this popsicle stand, again. This place is just boring and has been cramping my style. I wanna get to fucking work now. With a new outlook, there are new goals I want to pursue in the real world. I'll likely only get out for the purpose of printing something out and going to classes, but one should not sell themselves short so soon. Indeed, I already find it hard to try with people because of my somewhat low self-esteem as of late, and my introverted nature.

On Radios and Music

The current is never contrarian and edgy enough for us. Except with select, well-established bands, we need to endlessly hear old works. More than ever, pop music is becoming a gift to the future. Now, I admit that after any artist dies, their work becomes a more pricey commodity, for good reason. But the radio has a lot of fault in this. Rather than dealing with the still wonderful progression of pop, the radio stations and the people listening to them prefer to sit around hearing one hit wonders. Sorry if the yankees or calipallies have one better, but here, if you want to listen to Styx, you're going to hear Renegade. If you want to hear Queen or something, they will puppet a short few of their songs. This status quo, this glass ceiling, cannot be shattered by a respectable broadcaster. If you want to get to some new, deeper musical talent, you're not getting that around here.

American radio broke the Beatles. We provided a fertile grounds for the British Invasion which so changed modern music towards what we know today. Now we're just going to listen to them forever, like it's the end of time, maybe Imagine or Strawberry Fields. History and people don't just come to a close. And they certainly don't end with this genre. As a musician, I feel we're living through the tired reality of washed-up people in their 40s. Their quests revolve around taking 30 minute drives to meet in hopes of marrying each other. This is the nightmare we must bear every day. Nobody knows music at all. I have nothing against Journey, but I am unable to see most of their stuff as not part of this resulting paradox. The mainstream just seems like it was created for the vacuous.

A true love song is a gift we play amidst the urban decay. It rings in sunshine and in rain. It prevails as love does, whether we listen to it at 5am or 5pm. The old maniac Martin Luther once placed music at parallel importance to the Bible. And this is for good reason, when you understand what great sway it has on us. Music can empower you or it can strip the power from you. You always gotta surround yourself with good vibes.

John Lockers

What the world needs, for the New World

I think we can agree, we live in a society that glorifies courage. Although at times the status quo is so adverse to change that the incentive is towards cowardice, few legacies are built on caution in the face of adversity. Those concerned with honor in any way at all can't get enough of the legacy building. It's one thing that drives my personal approaches from time to time, though there's few things about myself which I hate that much. I guess that's a mindset you generally develop.

Lockerian Times #7

Hello, Lockerian reader. Coming to you now on this pixelated surface to deliver an important mensaje. Today I'm pretty pissed. A while back I was notified that the Robert E Lee statue in New Orleans is being taken down due to the disruption of sensibilities in response to history. First, let me give a little background before giving my take. A debate has been occurring surrounding monuments and whether we should be desecrating them or keeping them afloat. It bears relation to the confederate flag debate. Many groups believe these things to be symbolic of the aristocratic, white power structures of the South, and their preservation throughout history.

Useful Idiots in the Transphobic Pogroms of 2016-2017

Good evening/morning, loving readers of the Lockerian Times. Tonight I have a few inflammatory topics which I haven't written on in a while, but which I feel may help the situation at hand. Before I begin, it is worth sharing that the moods I will partake in defeating this evening are among those which piss me off the most. They warrant very little respect for the people who exhibit them. As such, I don't really care if someone gets their feelings hurt on this one.

Lockerian Times #6

Now it is about 10pm on a Friday evening. Some weeks ago I moved into my dorms and began attending University, with some pretty difficult classes to deal with. No doubt, life has changed drastically for the better.

Captive to the Power of the Mind - For the New World

FOR the peacemaker, only in death be there peace. The world can make like a nightmare as we grow to experience it. We think back to when we were ignorant, fish swimming in a pond who could not comprehend wet or dry. Ignorance is bliss. If our fingers stuck from the heat, we had ample imagination to curve a situation to our liking. The world was new and ready for exploration, not an abstract tug of war with the Demiurge. There's a world somewhere we simply dream of. Perhaps be it for hours or days, or even a minute, however the thought crosses our mind much as the existential calamity of life and death. Perhaps if the choice were even to present itself, we would choose innocence and futility over misery and responsibility.

To these thoughts I answer that we should account for the totality of our situation. We sit down and make varying assessments, dependent often on our emotions at a given time. With banal and unpleasant premises come similar conclusions. We have a predisposition towards reductionism. To have such doubts come upon us, we must see a bit of the world as it is. At least in the sense of what ails us most, we meet with a dire and painful fate. But at the same time, it is a gift to have the culture and the freedom necessary to appropriate a model to the world in front of us. When the world was seemingly new and ready for exploration, we were only projecting our minds – as we do best. As we forge on in our journey of exploring our world, we should remember that any cognizable model will not oversimplify the difficulties and the profits implicit in doing so.

While this world marked by innocence and futility likely never existed, it surely can. We perceive what it is and we somewhat unambiguously define the clues as to what this state entails. Recognize the strengths experience has given us. And also recognize the matured aspects of innocence and futility. Shine a degree of light upon all the virtues, good or unacceptable, and they may become useful indeed in living an independent and just life. For enlightenment is the key to goalmaking and achieving.

Rusty

I figured today I should sit and write something, since a lot has been on my mind. This week has been the hardest in recent memory. I haven't done so much on Google Plus or anything lately, although don't blame me for having indulged a Youtube argument about religion just to feel a little good about myself. The people who support me are wonderful. And there's been an outpouring of love and support this week much befitting of you all.

Lockerian Times #5

This afternoon, a slew of strange and unexpected dreams formulated in my mind. I want to say that today I've had my car stolen, a band of anarchistic ruffians attacked me and my accomplice in a Wendy's parking lot, and someone ripped my deepest hopes out of my chest. And it's not even lunch! Now it's about 5 PM, although it feels more like noon. The morning yolk has not yet been cast entirely off. Which kind of fucking sucks. Last night I played a 7 hour session of Victoria II with my best friend. By the end of it, which was around 5:30 AM, that my circadian annoys me sometimes was the primary topic of discussion. But the Commonwealth of Nations does not form itself, and Amero-Sino-Arabic-Russian asses don't willingly sort themselves into the "kicked" bin to make way for such a development. Somebody's gotta do it.

Lockerian Times #4

Hello to all of my lovely readers! I hope you have a wonderful stay and a wonderful day :3

Now, I've neglected my role as a blogger lately. I tried to write, but I wrote myself into obscurity and saw it best to withhold the next edition of the Lockerian Times. Things were busy. But today we've got a pretty good state of mind which I will display.

Lockerian Times #3

Much has happened since the last edition of Lockerian Times. Firstly, my computer died and I got a new one. My ISP shut off my television, and then sent a new box. And the Revolution lives on.

Lockerian Times #2

Written 2/28/16

Now firstly, I wish to express my apologies that a certain while has elapsed since my last post here. At the time of my writing Lockerian Times #1, I was staring down the barrel of a loaded gun of business, and yet I wrote anyways. However some things must be said, by an imperative that transcends our finite spaces.

Lockerian Times #1

Written 2/22/16

For a long time, I always figured I just wasn't important enough to keep up a page, or write a blog. Reflections on recent developments have convinced me otherwise, that an episodic trilogy of my exploits may prove suitable. So now, the 22nd of February, 2016, Year of our LORD! I am beginning my official blog, the Lockerian Times.