Man should not be one to judge

For man himself is judged by God

And those who act upon a grudge

When animals can sleep on sod.

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Special thanks to the Simpsons.

I dunno. Attentivism. I don’t wanna give up. It’d be selfish. It’d be un-attentive-ism-istic-ally.

But I dunno. A telling day. And night. How unfortunate. The world wins, being selfish. Being impatient. Being inconsiderate. Being greedy.

And the worms in the wind are beginning to blow
Baby brother gives in and we watch as he goes
Through a hole in the night that’s as wide as a sheet
As all the beautiful people go floating up over the street

Yeah, the end. Of something.

I

July 27, 2008

http://www.sendspace.com/file/kau13q

Nothing great, and I keep wanting to add to that song. Background vocals, recorder or xylophone, something. But, nothing seems to work (and also I am terrible at harmonizing with myself lol).

So, with all these things I have…

– I’ve got to keep my friends and family happy.
– I’ve got to learn to be social, and less self concerned
– I’ve got to accomplish things
– I’ve got a movie to film
– I’ve got a book to write
– I’ve got an album to make
– I’ve got a world to change

Well, maybe not the last one. Not so much, anyways…

The Moon

July 20, 2008

http://www.sendspace.com/file/bumtes

It’s no Microphones song, nor is it an instrumental a la Air. It just…is.

I don’t know too many folk artists who include instrumentals. Heh.

At this rate, to reach 35 minutes (even), I’d have to make every remaining song on All I Perceive to be 3:21. I’ve done it, and more so, but rarely. At 2:45 per song it’d be like 30 minutes…

Hell With(out) You

July 16, 2008

http://www.sendspace.com/file/c24nto

William Miller: Do you have to be depressed to write a sad song? Do you have to be in love to write a love song? Is a song better when it really happened to you? Like “Love Thing,” where did you write that and who was it about?
Russell Hammond: When did you get so professional?

It’s no “Dream Scream” by either means – better than Daniel Johnston’s (not saying much, no offense to him of course), and worse than Death Cab For Cutie’s (says a decent amount, but it’s probably their best work at the same time). Which, the song is loosely based on.

Maybe I need to give it time. Let my voice rest.  But there, art.  In its rawest form.

Habits Die Hard

July 13, 2008

In the year 2525, I don’t think people will be able to free themselves from technology. If, you know, man is still alive. I doubt they’d wanna share.

I have these ideas that I have yet to really see done. And, I have these ideas that everyone and everything points to completing.

I am being selfish. Not attentive at all.

Ohh, oh oh, habits die hard/when ya got a sentimental heart

Thanks Zooey Deschanel/M. Ward.

Max Cohen is a mathematician, studying the stock market for a pattern. They never really explain why; perhaps it’s the ultimate hypothesis. He is a brilliant young man, but like all young man has his struggles. He stays inside to do work, he visits his old college professor (I imagine), and generally gets along well. Until his computer crashes.

When I first saw this movie, I believe it was 2002, and thought it was the best movie ever. It’s still up there, but definitely not a personal favorite. When I saw it though, I thought I was going crazy. Which was bad – I related to the main character.

After he becomes obsessed with a 216-digit number, he believes he can understand the stock market. In turn, he becomes what his computer had been; a stock market predictor. Some Jewish fanatics believe it is the name of God. Whatever the number is, he cannot control it. It is changing him.

Then, after his last argument with his old professor, the professor passes away. It turns out in the prof’s study of the mathematical constant pi, he too stumbled upon the 216-digit number. Perhaps it is more than a stock market constant, or a computer’s DNA.

And, in turn, it does change him. Max stops taking his pain relievers he always used to reduce his headaches. He destroys his computer, Euclid, which is how he got the number to begin with. He imagines a much needed warm embrace, when he is all alone in the world. He imagines calmness, relaxing, and true perfection. He feels happiness, for the first time in the past week of his life, and past 80 minutes of ours.

Happy Birthday Darren’s little baby. Without it, you wouldn’t be where you are today. Now, I kinda wanna watch The Fountain.

Change In My Hand

July 8, 2008

You ride the waves and don’t ask where they go
  So here we are, upon this earth. I don’t know how I got here, and I don’t know how you got here, if you are here, but I like to imagine you are there. I like to imagine you are going to listen to me, and I like to imagine you are going to think about what I say. I like imagine if you disagree with what I say, only after you’ve thought about what I’ve said, you will tell me, and I will think about it.
  But, this isn’t a perfect world. Last week, my aunt had passed away. The closest relative I’ve lost, so far. It was heartbreaking. It was the worst day of my life. It was suffering at work, while it was busy. It was packing grocery bags at the register that girl was at, and not caring.
  This life is not about me. I like to think it is, but the more and more I think, the more and more I feel, the more and more I realize how little this life is about me. And the more I realize this life is about you.
  It isn’t about you the way you want it to be though. My life is about you, and your life is about me. It isn’t about what I own, or what I want or what I have. It isn’t about what you own or have or want. It’s about what you have that I like, and what I have that you like. It’s about giving my skills, my abilities, to others.
* * * * *
  It sure was nice to see more of my family. Although, it was more of my mom’s family. It was especially nice to see my mom happy, although it was such an awful time and circumstance.
  It isn’t what my family wants to stay comfortable. It’s what they need. Each other.

Goodbye, aunt.

Brand New Key

July 3, 2008

http://www.sendspace.com/file/55xed7

I don’t like sendspace. But that needed to be put on someone’s blog. Cause I couldn’t find it anywhere else.

Hope the second half of 2008 started better than the first half!!!

I’m still not creative.

Happy July.