You don’t have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable about what they perceive as your success. You don’t have to explain what you plan to do with your life. You don’t have to justify your education by demonstrating its financial rewards. You don’t have to maintain an impeccable credit score. Anyone who expects you to do any of those things has no sense of history or economics or science or the arts.
You have to pay your own electric bill. You have to be kind. You have to give it all you got. You have to find people who love you truly and love them back with the same truth.
Changed my mind, can't wait to gush about Xylobands
I stumbled upon this post written by one Coldplay’s roadies.
"I love the idea of the wristbands being some multi-coloured flashing Bat-Symbol calling Coldplay fans to action…"
I love this quote. It pretty much sums up the feeling of the show. The bringing of thousands of people together by music. The excitement is a feeling you cannot contain. The urge takes over and you’re screaming, singing, moving, dancing, or maybe your simply paralyzed with awe. When the singer stops singing you can still hear a choir of voices who know all the words, singing in unison to every song. It’s beautiful, that concert unity. It’s wonderful that a room full of strangers who may have nothing in common except the band can be united in such a way. It’s an excitement that keeps buzzing long after the show has ended, and long after the ringing in your ears has ceased. Xylobands make it that much better.
Xylobands are wristbands that Coldplay handed out at their concert to everyone. They light up during certain songs and have different light pattern settings. They are activated via radio transmission signal. There are a group of zones and each zone can be operated separately. Don’t quote me on that last sentence though. That’s just how I understand it from my blog trolling.
Word on the street is that they may light up days after the concert has ended. What causes them to light up long after the show has ended? It’s a mystery that has a ton of fans on the internet investigating, curious. It’s a mystery that recreates the unity we saw at the concert. Like the article I stumbled across says, it’s like a symbol calling Coldplay fans to action. To share, to remember, to regain that concert excitement all over again.
And it’s brilliant. Simply brilliant.
More on Jason Regler, the inventor of xylobands here.
So last night I went to see my favorite band ever for the first time ever.
It was amazing. We were floor. 32nd row, but considering the stage extended to the front we may as well have been considered 15th row or so. I was so close to Chris Martin I could see his beautiful muscles rippling as he played piano. I don’t even feel bad about saying that because Taylor agreed with me he has wonderful arms… and face… and hair… I’m rambling. Marry me Chris Martin.
Bottom line is that the tickets were 100 percent worth it. Oh yes, and I forgot to mention the xylobands… yes the the xylobands. I’d say more, but I’m waiting until I can take pictures of my concert things to blog more.
I’ve become passionate about this. When you take the train, you take it with hundreds of other people. It ain’t all about you, there are other people that need to be considered. This leads me into another three lessons about c-train etiquette.
1.) Don’t be that guy who is walking down the stairs when there are about 500,000,000 walking up them.
You might say, “how else do you expect me to get down the stairs?”. I will tell you how, the down escalator. When it’s 5:00 during rush hour and there is a mob trying to get up to their buses, the down escalator is empty. It’s like a ghost-town in a sea of people. “But I’m trying to be health conscious by taking the stairs!” you say. Well, let me help you out there. Walking downstairs doesn’t really save you too many calories. So suck it up, and take the down escalator. No down escalator? Well how about not shoving your way through all of us? We are trying to get home, and you are trying to go where you are going. Let’s work together or something. Just don’t be that guy.
Speaking of escalator.
2.) There is a side for people who know walking up an escalator is faster than the stairs, and a side for standing sloths. If your going to stand, stand on one side. 100 people do not want to cram into one escalator and wait while it slowly creeps up, and while they watch their bus pull away. Believe me people, there is nothing worse than watching your bus pull away when all you want to do is get the heck home. So, in conclusion, just get out of the way.
3.) Be a hero, open a new door. You know how it is, one or two doors end up with the most traffic while one or two doors are closed because people are too sloth-like to open a new one. What ends of up happening? Full chaos. People moving as slowly as possible, people waiting, inconsiderate people shoving to get in a door. Then someone opens a new door and the mass of people migrate to the new one. Pathetic. But you can be a hero today, you can save us all. Open a new door.
This is a topic that has become necessary to talk about. Maybe you take the train, maybe you’ll read it and agree with me and go, “you took the words right out of my mouth!” or maybe you’ll be wondering if this applies to you. Either way, here’s a few things that are practically a standard of taking the c-train. If you didn’t know them, you’re probably a culprit.
Don’t push, or shove people in order to board the train: Wait your turn like the adult that you claim to be. It’s not very mature to push someone while their going out the door to the train and then proceed to run across the platform just to get on the train first to get a seat. Where are your manners? Where is your sense of common decency? If you can’t answer even one of those two questions, maybe you’re not even fit to work at your place of employment and you should just go home.
If the bus/train is crowded, and someone is trying to get off, step off momentarily to let them through: I know that it’s a major risk in a crowded train to get off to let someone through but it sure beats them having to squeeze through you and risk getting your toes crunched just to get off. This is especially needed when you are an overweight fellow. Excuse us for not wanting to be sandwiched between you and the door. We don’t want to know what you smell like, or what you had for breakfast. Save us the disgruntlement and just step off man, step off.
This brings me to my third c-train etiquette lesson…
If you don’t fit on the overcrowded train, don’t you dare try to get on and squeeze in for the doors to close: This is not limited to a particular size of person. It’s plain and simple: if you don’t fit, you don’t fit. Wait for the next train, it’s coming in three minutes. Going to miss your bus? Deal. Welcome to the perils of taking the train for transportation.
Speaking of space in the crowded train…
If someone who was sitting down stands up, someone must take their spot: Don’t try to be the standing hero. You know who you are. The person who sees the open spot and yet doesn’t take it because you see an older looking person, or someone with their arms full whom you think deserves the spot more than you do. They may very well deserve that spot more than you do, but if they do not take it, you must. If it bothers your conscience so much, offer them the spot. Don’t be a seat martyr. Just don’t.