(Find throughout this post all the Fucks I’ve given over 63 volumes).
It’s crazy how attached to swearing I am. Sometimes I felt like my point wouldn’t be made if I didn’t throw an “f” word in there, or it wouldn’t sound like me if I said “holy smokes.” Turns out I rely heavily on my abrasive personality to get me through life.
I will say as the week continued I became more and more aware of the language I was using. I would purse my lips to say the “b” word, and then stop myself. Or I’d actually say “aw man, that’s shitty” and hear the word a little louder than maybe I previously had.
I talked with a few different friends about the use of curse words and some of them didn’t even notice how much I swore until I was trying not to. We tried to come up with alternatives, but nothing really feels as satisfying as that hard F.
The best I thing we came up with was Shuck Knuckle. Haven’t used it in context and honestly wouldn’t know how.
As I get older and more aware of myself and the person I think I’d like to be, I think it’s useful to be more aware of the person I am, and this has certainly given me perspective.
Yay growth.
A few weeks ago I mentioned I was going to study the GRITS. album Art of Translation and never brought it back up cause I didn’t get around to it.
Well I’m getting around to it this week. If you like gospel rap originating from Tennessee, then you like really specific things and should 1000% check out GRITS. The first two songs were pretty popular. “Here We Go” and “Ooh Ahhh (My Life Be Like)” played around church to make sermons cool for the young kids and even played on KDUK, the local young people radio station in Springfield and Eugene, Oregon.
I’ve dabbled with the rest of the album a couple times and it’s definitely better than other albums I’ve listened to for JACLAND.
Was anyone a fan back in the early 2000s? Did we go to church together and just never put two and two together? Let me know if you have tidbits or memories of Art of Translation and I’ll let you know if I could choke it down for a whole week.
Wish me luck and tell me all the embarrassing things you did as a young Christian (I shit my bathing suit at church camp, so really nothing is off limits here). (Also the use of the “s” word here is valid. I pooped my bathing suit makes me feel like a Spongebob character). Also also, not that it matters but this is not even a fourth of the fucks I’ve displayed over the years, as one can imagine.
JACLAND 