Kaged TGIF

So, its Friday.  I am swamped at work, and I have had a really hard time finding time to Blog.  It's shameful, I know.  Never the less, I present you with an amazing video that is inspiring on several levels (one of them being the sturdy mustache being sported by Taylor).  If you hate good music or have the attention span of a cocker spaniel then at least hang on until around 3:27 for something really great.  Happy Friday everyone!




Local Natives "Who Knows, Who Cares?"







GodSpeed,
Kage

Kaged Self Deprecation

Almost a year ago my wonderful wife truly became obsessed with blogs, specifically design blogs.  I blame her sister for the influence, but at least we have a nice looking home now, right?  Well, that love of blogs slowly crept into my life, and now I, myself am a friend of the blog.  I don't read home design blogs, mind you.  I leave that up to Vanny.  I have found a blog that I enjoy reading daily, and to be honest it has greatly helped me learn to be comfortable with who I am.  There are three blogs that are directly responsible for my own blog creation, and "the Hipstercrite" is most definitely most directly responsible.

She lives in Austin (perhaps my favorite city), she is a member of my generation, she has a great sense of humor and lastly, she is able to make fun of the box that people in my generation who listen to a certain type of music, dress a certain way and have spectacularly groomed facial hair (you realize I am describing myself right) are so often put into.

The box labeled Hipster is a box I have been trying to climb out of for years.  Who likes to be labeled?  Not this guy!  But my efforts were futile.  Never was the futility more evident than in my workplace.  I like to dress nice, I wear big glasses, apparently my musical taste is strange and I don't waste time or energy every morning shaving (please see grooming comment above).  I give up.  I can't fight it anymore.  So, instead I will follow the lead of my blogger friend (in reality she has no idea that I exist) and self deprecate until it isn't fun to talk about anymore.

In the spirit of said deprecation, I leave you with a youtube video that does it for me.  Enjoy, and please "Put A Bird On It".

Godspeed,
Kage

Kaged Facination

Oh Beard, How I miss you.

Alright, so maybe I comment on other people's facial hair a lot.  Maybe when I see someone with an amazing beard or mustache it makes me like them, and dream of us being friends, even though I most likely don't know them, and will never see them again.  What's the matter with that?  Until now, I have wondered just that, what is wrong with me?  Why do I respect and daydream over the luxurious locks of wonderfully managed chin whiskers?

(as my high school students would say) Psssh, I don't know.  But I do know this, I am not alone, and here is the proof.  This site is to fellow beard connoisseurs, what "The Sartorialist" or "The Style Blogger" are to clothes hounds.  It's not just about the clothes, though they are more than often amazing, and as for the style blogger, they are often a style inspiration for me.  It's about the people wearing them (or it when speaking of a beard).  There are few things that truly fascinate me more than beards and fashion, but people are one of them.  So, when I find something that is able to encapsulate them all it is such a great experience.  So go check out these blogs, if you already haven't and remember "creepers don't groom their beards".





Godspeed,
Kage

Kaged Generations

God has blessed me with the desire to work with teenagers.  Some of you will understand why i refer to that as a blessing, and if you have spent any time around teenagers these days you will understand the frustrations that come with it.  When i was a teenager it was instant messaging and email.  But somewhere along the way email became too slow, and teenagers now are used to immediate satisfaction as the ONLY form of satisfaction.  I heard this poem by Thomas R. Moore on NPR (yes, I realize that only further perpetuates the hipster stereotype) and it really hit home for me, and I may have even chuckled a little out loud, because the scene created in this poem is a scene I swear I have seen before.  Then I thought, "fiddlesticks (edited because my Mom hates it when I say Crap), am I becoming one of them?

The students are seated,

one to a table,

at tables for two,

ears wired,

laptops humming,

cell phones buzzing,

fingers texting,

iPods thumping,

toes drumming,

email flashing,

lattés cooling,

textbooks open,

reading for an exam

in Issues in Contemporary Culture 102.

-Thomas R. Moore

Godspeed,
Kage