Changing it up a bit…

But again, it’s quite nice. I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary last night. Although, I did. The power went out.

It was nice though. I read. I listened to over the air radio, on a bulky walkman. I lounged around and relaxed. I didn’t turn on the computer. I didn’t turn on the TV. I also didn’t use the toilet in those five hours after work, but that’s a different story…

But this is always good for me, cause I like to think, and need thinking time, and weekend ‘mornings’ are a nice time to do so. Especially when you do something Friday night, and need to reflect…


Thanks Connor

June 22, 2009

Am I asking too much
Or just that out of touch

3 Months Away

June 22, 2009

Wow, has it been 9 months, the other way?

I’m 3/4ths of the way to 25 from 24. Oh no!!! What ever am I gonna do? I guess I better work on that album…

So, I watched Taken tonight. It was a pretty decent film. An interesting plot, a few twists. But otherwise it was an expected cliché action film. Nice to see Liam Neeson doing more work though.

And after watching it, I’ve decided I never wanna travel abroad. However, I also decided that visiting all 50 states would be pretty cool. I need to figure out a schedule though – I’ve seen things that say one state per week over a summer for 4 years would cover that. But, I don’t have summer vacations anymore, so maybe like two or three a year? Leave things like Hawaii for a honeymoon? Or, a ukulele fest…

But, it sounds exciting, and a worthwhile challenge. And, it’d be seeing the world, without having to fill out passport information…

OH, and if my birthday is 3 months away, the autumnal equinox is 3 months away. So, HAPPY SUMMER!!!

Happy ‘PHI’ Day…

June 18, 2009

Hey, if we can count March 14th as Pi Day (3/14 aka 3.14), then we can call June 18th Phi Day (6/18 as 0.618).

So, I guess you’d celebrate it at 3:39 in the morning (0.[618][0339]9…)?

And it beats being in January, cause it’s actually 1.61803399…, (but if you divide 1 by that and you get 0.61803399, see a pattern here?) although that would be January 6th at 6pm? And 3 minutes?

I’m such a math nerd.

The Rite of Spring

June 17, 2009

It’s well past spring.

Happy Birthday Igor Stravinksy.

It’s unofficially over. But, the basis for something even more interesting.

I need a better word, but the closest I have is ‘inadequatism’ or something. Modestism. But like, wrong, without being wrong, but accepting it, without calling it acceptance. I dunno. I’m bad with words. I’m better with plans that I can give up on.

I Want Wind To Blow

June 15, 2009

I once told someone how I love listening to The Microphones during a thunderstorm.

I love the first song on “The Glow pt. 2” so much. Its slow build up. Phil’s off-key whisper. He sings about the end of a thunderstorm, and it becomes a song about the end of life. The continuing build up of instruments, but still keeping it lo-fi and homemade. The bass drum thunders. The distorted cymbals (lightning? raining?). The continuation into the next song, which is almost a mirror-image of the first song – starts out overloaded and loud, and ends with a tabbed outro, much like how the first song began.

I can hear thunder in the distance out of the window. It seems like it’s been raining for weeks. And, I can hear the thunder of The Microphones, over my headphones.

One Week?

June 13, 2009

No, not that Bare Naked Ladies song…

It’s been one week since I wrote anything here. Which is odd. But it’s true. Am I actually out living?

So, I went out last night and drank. It was nice. Got to meet some new friends, and when I saw a driver to get some friends home I made the connection. THAT‘s how I know him…

I had a wonderful drunken thought last night. How can you be aware you are drunk, if you are drunk?

I have yet to understand how it applies to life, but I guess that’s the latest idea. One drunken dial to a friend I haven’t spoken with in a while. One text message to a friend whose phone was off. And, a long train ride there and back…

Up Early, Again

June 7, 2009

Just like I remember…

So here we go again. Up early on a Sunday, without having to worry about work like last week. This time I’m listening to Neutral Milk Hotel, while the dream logic fades away and sand gets rubbed from my eyes. While the windows are open and small planes fly by. Small Aeroplanes lulz.

Toast and tea earlier, that way that it should be. I went to bed awfully earlier for a Saturday night, but that’s cause I was exhausted from Friday’s fun. The way it should be, yet again.

Now I just need a good job, and I think I’ll have this “life” thing down…

Just Like I Remember

June 6, 2009

I come home late on a Saturday. Well, late as in the afternoon into evening. My dad cut the grass while I was out. It’s about an hour before dinner. I lounge around, read the paper, and pester the cat. I wait for dinner.

Dinner is German food – bratwurst. And as much as I dislike it, grilled bratwurst somehow fit the mood. I eat the potato wedges my mommy makes, which are so good. The only good part of that meal.

A horse race is on TV. I’m not really concerned, but I stay and watch cause it’d be rude to the jockeys and rude to my parents’ interest in it. But I think. I realize this is a Saturday, just like I remember.

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P.S. I have a new song idea, for the Daydreams and Memories album. The title track. But I have to cut my fingernails first…