Sophomore at Georgetown University..don't know what I'm doing or where I'm headed (yea, English major), so until I get my shit together, I'll be making these mixes for ya. Enjoy. And please do show that enjoyment with a like, maybe even a follow...totally basing my self-worth on that kinda stuff at the moment. No joke. Lots of genres covered here, but it's all good dawg, I swear. _____________________________________________ shelteredbeats.tumblr.com to view any/all these playlists _____________________________________________ @senor_savage for a steady flow of uninteresting tweets _____________________________________________ or post me some suggestions on fb...whatever you're feelin, I like most everything

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Zardoz is the name I've been using for my non-commercial DJ work over the last couple of decades. I recently decided to re-appropriate it for the purposes of my Blog & current Mix Project which I've affectionately dubbed USP (Ultra Sensitive Perceptions). You will find my latest USP Mixes on Mixcloud.

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I'm actually not that funny, I'm just really rude and people think I'm joking.

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There are two ways to look at life. Actually, that’s not accurate; I suppose there are thousands of ways to look at life. But I tend to dwell on two of them. The first view is that nothing stays the same and that nothing is inherently connected, and that the only driving force in anyone’s life is entropy. The second is that everything pretty much stays the same (more or less) and that everything is completely connected, even if we don’t realize it. There are many mornings when I feel certain that the first perspective is irrefutably true: I wake up, I feel the inescapable oppression of the sunlight pouring through my bedroom window, and I am struck by the fact that I am alone. And that everyone is alone. And that everything I understood seven hours ago has already changed, and that I have to learn everything again. I guess I am not a morning person. However, that feeling always passes. In fact, it’s usually completely gone before lunch. Every new minute of every new day seems to vaguely improve. And I suspect that’s because the alternative view—that everything is ultimately like something else and that nothing and no one is autonomous—is probably the greater truth. The math does check out; the numbers do add up. The connections might not be hard-wired into the super-structure to the universe, but it feels like they are whenever I put money into a jukebox and everybody in the bar suddenly seems to be having the same conversation. And in that last moment before I fall asleep each night, I understand Everything. The world is one interlocked machine, throbbing and pulsing as a flawless organism.