3/3/10

Ad infinitum

I wish sometimes that I could write forever on a scroll and just let everything in my head flow out, every last thought. So then when I die, my life would be transcribed onto a 10,000 foot long piece of paper, a complete thought process. But then again, carrying around that piece of paper would kind of be a pain in the arse and it would turn into an obligation pretty quickly. But the thought of just writing everything that passes through my head at all times, so it would be immortal: it's nice in concept. This blog'll do.

I'm wearing a dress on Friday. Forgot about that.

Vicks Vaporub on my chest.
Inhale the fumes.
Such a placebo.


I have a lab report to write on buffers that I've hardly started.
And I have some article write-ups to do for history.
Testing period's fast approaching, and I'm still
managing to procrastinate and do as little as possible.
But sometimes, I think writing about nothing (i.e. this) takes
priority over more important things.

Is that sad?
yes.
very sad, very sad.
reno.
'alright, some motley crue!

take the edge RIGHT off.'

new song in the worx.

I don't have a title or much of any lyrics.

But what I do have is a bit of an interesting thing going on that I'm gonna kind of keep to myself. That's about as cryptic as I can get. It's essentially a folky song, since I really want to start writing more stuff like that, since it's more up my alley to do more folky things. And it has a nice little twist at the end. Hopefully I remember how to play it, since when I finally hit a groove, I forget how to play the groove, and, ergo, I lose said groove. Makes me sad. Probably write some mo' lyrics tomorrow.

Nearly done with You Look Like A Freemason now, I just had a semi-major epiphany where you get a lot more sound from the piano if there's one, centered track instead of two piano tracks set in both channels. At least, it works in headphones. I still have to test this with the speakers. But if it works with speakers, I'm gonna just boost up the piano a little more and then I'll be done.

I'll probably make it available via myspace or bandcamp, or I could post an accompanying music video on YouTube. Many a possibility, but I'm not even there yet.
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Just heard a story about a child who, under his father's supervision, was an air traffic controller and gave commands to a couple of flights. The FAA fired the father. Adults ruining kid's fun, like always. Why do we need to be this... correct? All the time? The father was there, he told the kid exactly what to say, the kid said it exactly as he was told, and nothing went wrong. He obviously wasn't going to let the kid permanently take his position in the first place. Do we really need to be this strict all the time? Stupid FAA. Stupid Fox News for making that it's top story. I blame everyone for this.

God be with you 'til we meet again.
by his counsels guide, uphold you, with his sheep securely fold you; God be with you till we meet again.

never ending math equation by modest mouse. song of the day.


the universe works on a math equation that never even ever really even ends in the and infinity spirals out creation we're on the tip of it's tongue and it is saying well we ain't sure where you stand you ain't machines and you ain't land and the plants and the animals they are land and the plants and the animals eat each other.

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