<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063608918525763674</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:45:36.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recsuscitating the Mundane</title><subtitle type='html'>Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe. -Neil Gaiman</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundanecantubexpressedcreatively.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063608918525763674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundanecantubexpressedcreatively.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>E. Cantu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250128209334499937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fIDVryl5EP4/Sm1k7Z437JI/AAAAAAAAABw/mCQoTYX5FHg/S220/bowling+024.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063608918525763674.post-888443958057198001</id><published>2010-08-15T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T19:47:54.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BLOCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fIDVryl5EP4/TGimX7sdbVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kiBOHL1pGH0/s1600/californiacation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fIDVryl5EP4/TGimX7sdbVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kiBOHL1pGH0/s320/californiacation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505833474551803218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather peculiar how difficult it can be to write something down on paper or on your personal computer. I mean, even now, I am having difficulty conjuring up anything worthwhile to write that I'd even find interesting. I can say that it has been a very long time since I've even attempted to write anything before today and the reason is: I don't fucking know the reason why  I haven't written anything. I mean, if I'd have to dig deep and be honest with myself, I'd have to say it's been a mixture of laziness and not wanting to take the time to even spark my creativity that seems to have been lacking lately. I remember living by myself and being able to come up things on the fly. Loneliness really can do a hell of a goddamn number to one's emotions. In some ways, I enjoyed the feeling of being alone. I enjoyed the feelings that I'd feel on a day to day basis. Some days were very challenging and some days were very blissful being by myself, controlling my environment to best of my ability and sometimes not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have recently  started watching a wonderful series on my Netflix streaming video called, Californiacation. It stars David  Duchovny as a writer who tries to juggle his career, his relationship with his daughter  and his ex-girlfriend, as well as his appetite for beautiful women. I'm about five episodes in and right now he is currently struggling with writers block amongst many other things that I wish I could be struggling with. Watch the series and you'd know what I meant by that. Anyhow, its been five years since he has written anything worthwhile. I am in envy of his character and this show. I've come across it many times in the video store and on the Netflix streaming account, but never brought myself to watch it until yesterday. I'm so glad I've finally started it. It's now fast becoming one of my favorite shows to watch and the main reason why I've wanted to start writing again. This show is thoroughly entertaining and lots of eye candy to boot. I very rarely watch a show wishing I could have just a little of what that character brings to the screen. But with this one, I do. Again, you'd have to watch the show to know why I feel such a way. And no, it's not the crazy amounts of sex that he has that makes me envy this character. I mean, don't get me wrong, it helps just a tad bit. I honestly just admire the way this guy goes about his upside down life. Lets just say Hank Moody(David D.) just a little unpredictable and quite the train wreck, and that'd be an understatement for sure. He's the epitome  of a bad boy with a heart. I heart this dude. Oh, I swear, I heart, is so not my day to day lingo. I promise you. LOL(and neither is that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't be him. I'm me, and damn, from the last time I've even attempted a juvenile attempt on writing my life and/or my feelings, I've come and gone to many different places and very interesting places at that. I wonder though, through writing more, can I get to even more places emotionally and even physically? Maybe even become a little like Hank Moody in Californiacation(I can wish, right?) We shall see. But first, lets get the off the wall, eradicate this writers block and fill in the empty spaces that pile up everyday that I haven't written anything  and catch up with myself...&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/ebicantu/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063608918525763674-888443958057198001?l=mundanecantubexpressedcreatively.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundanecantubexpressedcreatively.blogspot.com/feeds/888443958057198001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mundanecantubexpressedcreatively.blogspot.com/2010/08/block.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063608918525763674/posts/default/888443958057198001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063608918525763674/posts/default/888443958057198001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundanecantubexpressedcreatively.blogspot.com/2010/08/block.html' title='THE BLOCK'/><author><name>E. Cantu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09250128209334499937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fIDVryl5EP4/Sm1k7Z437JI/AAAAAAAAABw/mCQoTYX5FHg/S220/bowling+024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fIDVryl5EP4/TGimX7sdbVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kiBOHL1pGH0/s72-c/californiacation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063608918525763674.post-1085219265838153767</id><published>2009-07-15T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T02:34:22.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the movie "Network"</title><content type='html'>"Listen to me! Television is not the truth. Television's a goddamn amusement park. Television is a circus, a carnival, a traveling troupe of acrobats, storytellers, dancers, singers, jugglers, sideshow freaks, lion tamers and football players. We're in the boredom-killing business. So if you want the truth, go to God. Go to your gurus. Go to yourselves, because that's the only place you're going to find any real truth. But, man, you're never gonna get any truth from us. We'll tell you anything you wanna hear. We lie like hell. We'll tell you that Kojak always gets the killer and that nobody ever gets cancer at Archie Bunker's house. And no matter how much trouble the hero is in, don't worry. Just look at your watch. At the end of the hour, he's gonna win. We'll tell you any shit you want to hear. We deal in illusions, man. None of it is true! But you people sit there day after day, night after night, all ages, colors, creeds. We're all you know. You're beginning to believe the illusions we're spinning here. You're beginning to think that the tube is reality and that your own lives are unreal. You do whatever the tube tells you. You dress like the tube. You eat like the tube. You raise your children like the tube. You even think like the tube. This is mass madness you maniacs! In God's name you people are the real thing, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;WE are the illusion.&lt;/span&gt;"-From the movie "Network"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTN3s2iVKKI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTN3s2iVKKI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a class="thflcjmtoimnixqcxbbr" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTN3s2iVKKI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="thflcjmtoimnixqcxbbr" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTN3s2iVKKI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063608918525763674-1085219265838153767?l=mundanecantubexpressedcreatively.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundanecantubexpressedcreatively.blogspot.com/feeds/1085219265838153767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mundanecantubexpressedcreatively.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-movie-network.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063608918525763674/posts/default/1085219265838153767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063608918525763674/posts/default/1085219265838153767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundanecantubexpressedcreatively.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-movie-network.html' title='From the movie &quot;Network&quot;'/><author><name>E. 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