When I’m not doing this I’m actively doing something else. It’s been a long month full of excitement of various kinds. I started work on Monday. I had a shift Monday and Yesterday, and have one tomorrow. It’s a fun job thus far. I like the general nature of it. I’m working at a mental health facility. We’re a transitional facility for people in crisis. The idea is that we provide a place for people to get through whatever their current issue is, be it an active mania, a suicidal depression, or…
Radiohead Vs. Dave Brubeck - Five Step
Radiohead - Bangers + Mash
one great radiohead song, and a great mashup of Fifteen Step, by Radiohead, and Take Five, by the Dave Brubeck quartet.
Something good out of Kansas, who would have thought.
pretty awesome stuff. The pop crossover of all the guitar interplay I love
better than any band based on Harry Potter deserves to be.
It may be impossible to dislike the song Dying is fine, by Ra Ra Riot.
So awesome. The…
Radiohead - Bangers + Mash
one great radiohead song, and a great mashup of Fifteen Step, by Radiohead, and Take Five, by the Dave Brubeck quartet.
Something good out of Kansas, who would have thought.
pretty awesome stuff. The pop crossover of all the guitar interplay I love
better than any band based on Harry Potter deserves to be.
It may be impossible to dislike the song Dying is fine, by Ra Ra Riot.
So awesome. The…
I’ve been wasting my days. Nights go late, and early mornings are a thing of the past. I’ve been biding time until my break comes. I don’t know what my break will be. I have all of these goals, and I can’t quite get all of them in order. It’s not a problem with indecisiveness. I can settle on a goal, and keep following it, but so far it seems that most of these decisions will be made more by the pattern of events than by my on will and desire.
Today and in days past my life often feels like a…
Today and in days past my life often feels like a…
“BRAZIL’S PIRAHÃ TRIBE
Living without Numbers or Time
By Rafaela von Bredow
The Pirahã people have no history, no descriptive words and no subordinate clauses. That makes their language one of the strangest in the world — and also one of the most hotly debated by linguists.”
I heard about these guys a while ago, it’s very very interesting, and brings up some interesting problems for linguistics as a whole. If you’re remotely interesting, go and read this.
It’s so tiring existing in this life and timeframe I’ve ended up with. I’m happy with my life I suppose, but sometimes I feel like I don’t have time to do the things that really matter to me. I don’t like the way that school works. Grades don’t mean a whole lot to me, and the way time is structured doesn’t work as well for me. The weird mix of strict schedule and completely unstructured time is hard to parse. I’m not the sort of person who has my life on a schedule.
But that’s not where the…
But that’s not where the…
Pictures of the day: 27 May 2009 - Telegraph
“A ring of water vapour is created around Lt Justin Halligan and Lt Michael Witt as they fly their F/A-18F Super Hornet within 200mph of breaking the sound barrier at the New York Air Show at Jones Beach”
I have piles of books everywhere. I had to steal milk crates to supplement my shelving. Even after that addition I still have books on my floor because I don’t have any space for them. I don’t have an excuse for the pile of clothing. I have a little alcove (about one metres by two metres) with my amps and guitars and basses. It’s a nice organisation I guess. I want to have a space where the living room can have my books and instruments, that way my room just has the books I’m working on reading…
It’s hard to get away from one’s moods. It would be radically difficult to write something happy right now. I’m feeling despondent. This melancholy has settled on me, and I’m not sure what to do. There isn’t much I can do.
I wish I could control all this. Of course I’ve gotten better at sorting out the world around me to improve moods, but there are some things I’m just not any good at yet. I’m still essentially alone. I’ve not gotten any better at turning basic connections into more…
I wish I could control all this. Of course I’ve gotten better at sorting out the world around me to improve moods, but there are some things I’m just not any good at yet. I’m still essentially alone. I’ve not gotten any better at turning basic connections into more…
I just skateboarded home. It was lovely, and I sung an Irish drinking song on the way. I do really wish that most of my nights were like that. I play a show, I drink and have fun dancing and talking, and then I go home to write and listen to music. It is the best way a night can end. I feel like I may be on the brink (the brink being within a year of) of becoming a musician at least part time. I do believe that my guitarist and I could continue on playing music for a living, and working shitty…
While taking my shower I was dreaming up blog topics. I kept coming back to some grand article titled “confessions of a serial monogomist” it’s an entirely ridiculous idea. I was going to write about being in love and not being happy as a single person, and what that means.
Ultimately it’s not very interesting to talk about myself in that way. I highly doubt anyone wants to hear about my feelings on romance. It’s one of those things that I get tempted to write about, but don’t because as self…
Ultimately it’s not very interesting to talk about myself in that way. I highly doubt anyone wants to hear about my feelings on romance. It’s one of those things that I get tempted to write about, but don’t because as self…
I didn’t grow up quite like anyone else. The main place I grew up is right where the Cascades meet the Sierra Nevada’s. Mount Lassen is just at the end of the Cascades, It’s volcanic rubble from an eruption in 1914 reminding us of that. My front yard was not a yard. There was a paved road and then forest. The forest was owned by somebody, and trails went through it, but it still felt like a living breathing thing.
It was a walk across my small five road town and across the train tracks into…
It was a walk across my small five road town and across the train tracks into…
