A'hoy ye sunday'n mon!

E#^@

Whats up. Had a pretty amazing time today. Church was super good, got to play bass, and pastor said 'Who dat?' during the sermon. Got to eat lunch with dan and the wacky interns and their little johnny johnny whoop, and talking about the fictional grandma and how she likes apples, but not fruit. Good stuff. Then went to hang with Alyssa and Jon which turned into band practice. I sang. Ugh. I dont particularly care for my voice much, but yeah. After that came soccer, slurpees, and the docks, and jamaican pirates (A'ye mon!). The scenery was absolutely amazing. Apparently I fail at finding stars when its not completely dark. Go figure...

So yeah. Back to church and chilling in the parking lot listening to animal collective. It was a pretty eventful day filled with lots of cool stuff. Did I mention that doing a donut in a stick shift is really hard?

So yeah gearin up for a super-monday tomorrow%. Wish me luck.

-Me

The Only Thing I'll Ever Ask of You...

...=)

Im on my bed, listening to an old Tortoise album that came out early nineties, really loving life. So many new experiences. Each one so amazing in its own way. I think my fight-or-flight response has been evoked more this week, than in like, my whole life! haha Its soo awesome! Im savouring each moment as it passes me by, looking forward to the new moments ahead. Cant seem to wipe the smile off my face, as tuna keeps pointing out...

Tonight was an incredible night for me. Spent it at the docks. The greatest place in the tiny blackhole known as titusville. Something about the aroma, the constant wind pressure on your body, and the loud drone of the river is incredibly calming.

Intense, indeed =)

-Me

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat!

Holy crap I dont even know what to write!!!!!!  :)

55:12

Hey I have 80 posts!

...This is 81.

Hey I have 81 posts!

You Dont want to read this trash-garbage, its bad for your health.

You want to go home and rethink your life.

You also want to go download and listen to the Gregor Samsa album 55:12.

If I were on death row, this would be my last song. For. Real.

I hate that I have to avoid the issues. But what can I do about it? Maddening. Absolutely Maddening.

-Me

Tic-Attack!!!!!!!

So heres one fore all you creative junkies out there! I have a problem of epic proportions.

How many times has this happened to you: Im in an important meeting and I feel the need for a tac. So I pull out my awkward plastic container and put 4 or 5 in my mouth only to realize im being obnoxiously loud and everyones leering at me. A riot ensues as I get 20 hungry hands aimed at me, and I just lost my job...

Therein lies the eternal tic tac conundrum. Ive already scowered the interweb but a common solution sadly does not exist  :/

I need a way to carry tacs without them being obnoxiously loud. I cant have a loud shaking in my pocket everywhere I go can I? Nope. Im trying to get creative but all I got was a tiny zip bag... pill sized objects in a zip bag?... A tad questionable...

Heres my requirements

1 - I need a seal. Freshness is next to Godliness, or something like that. At the minimum, I dont want them loose in my pocket :)

2 - I need stealthyness! Minimal noise is the aim!

3 - Slightly less important - I would rather avoid it looking like im getting 'a fix'. Thats why the zip baggy is discredited :p awkwardness...

4 - Durability. Also not as important, but itll be in my pocket all day so it might need to withstand sharp keys, pocket knifes, etc...

5 - A thumbprint scanner to avoid tac theft? (Think about it. Get back to me.)

Im sure ill figure out something. What if I took SaranWrap and a rubberband... nevermind.

-Me

Lessening

"Its all ending now" - Gregor Samsa

Pedro the Lion - Discretion

Deciding which song to use, I completely got sidetracked off my original thought. Then I returned and remembered what I wanted to do. Stupid facebook...

Now the song. I recommend you hit play, then read on. If you have a strong adversion to amazing music, then maybe you should just sit this one out (And then delete lady gaga off your computer). So heres the jam. Its by the guy behind the band Pedro the Lion. His name, David Bazan.(Buh-Zon if you were wondering.) The song is oppropriately titled 'Discretion' and contains a single 'wordy-dird'.

Heres the lyrics so you can better understand the deal

Having no idea
That his youngest son was dead
The farmer and his sweet young wife
Slept soundly in his bed
In the shadow of the mountain
As the cattle hung their heads

Grazing only feet from
Where the broken body lay
It would lay undiscovered
For another several days
When the farmer would find vultures
At their banquet in the hay

The killer traveled eastbound
In a golden brown sedan
Weighing his most recent
Deviation from the plan
Counting down the hours
Until the sun came up again

Hired to hit the farmer
By the farmer's asshole son
He had not yet decided
Between poison or a gun
When suddenly, he realized
He would not use either one

Now if you cant quite 'get it', its a murder. My take is there are two sons. One being the 'Youngest son' and the other, the 'Asshole son'. The farmer/father, sees vulteres in the field where his cattle are grazing so he runs to check it out. Turns out its his dead 'youngest son'. So either due to the mourning process, or what have you, the farmer alienates his other son who then becomes 'asshole son'. That son feeling betrayed, hires a hit on his dad. The hitman, while figuring out how to kill the farmer, realizes that the best way would be by killing his other son, thus eliminating the rotten son, and emotionaly murdering the father. 

So thats my perception of the story so eloquently told by Mr. Bazan. Maybe my view is slightly less cynical then the others ive come across.... What do you think?

-Me

Gil Grissom Vs. Abbey Road

So I went up with my dad to church to work on some rogue studio equipment. His main input rack started making an audible pop noise which you just cant have when recording. So he sent it to samash and they explained it was a complication between his computer (which is a tad obsolete) and the unit. So back to church, then wam-bam, got it going with no pops. Then we proceeded to spend the next 3 hours schooling me on studio recording software. I cannot get enough of that stuff! Ive played with just auto-tune alone for almost 4 hours one day(Shortay!)

Ive always wanted to have my own proffesional studio, but all the reasons not to kept piling up. You have to have a degree. Legit one. You have to have craploads of cash. 10 grand oughta do it. You have to have a good ear. Which... mine is pretty developed. I think I can handle it. Ive always wanted to go to Fullsail college and study sound hands on. Its just rediculously expensive. Im convinced it would literaly be my dream job. Wait, not literaly.

I considered doing Crime Scene stuff for a while. At the job interview I went to, they asked me where I saw myself in X amount of years. I said working crime scenes, but then I realized I just lied to them, and myself. I see myself doing something closely tied to music. For sure. Absolute Sureness.

Only problem is parents. They think I have a tendancy to switch what I want to do on a somewhat daily basis. I say things like, 'Oh that would be cool to do' and they take it as 'This is my lifes dream, ive always wanted to do this'. They are deffinately getting burnt out on telling me what to do. I mentioned studio work and my dad was cool with it but my mom was like, changing again!?!!? As hard as it is to admit this, the only solid things I wanted to do in my life was owning a studio, and having a radio show. Which the radio show was real big for a while, had a ton of fans online and then they stopped playing me due to changing the station to 100% christian music. Lovely.

Sorry for the long winded thingy there. Ill get this thing called 'life direction' figured out eventually. Progress ftw.

-Me

...:::;;;//|_-_|\\;;;:::...

I have spoke the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for

You broke the bonds
You loosed the chains
You carried the cross
And my shame
You know I believe it
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for

-U2/Me

30 Rock

I am officially loving 30 Rock. I thought it was gonna be a super crap preppy show but its not. Its pretty great. Kenneth is my hero.  ^-------^

-Me

An Agony in Eight Fits

Well I am now 100% convinced that Lewis Carroll is the greatest writter in all of history. I love his poetry. 'Walrus and the Carpenter' is fantastic, and I just read all of 'The hunting of the Snark'. What an amazing story! I would love to try my hand at absurd poetry but I would probably suck at it. I deffinately urge you to read the above mentioned. What a mind that man must have had to think up these stories. The inspiration for 'Snark' came with the line 'For the Snark was a Boojum, you see.'

I knew not what it meant, then: I know not what it means, now; but I wrote it down: and, sometime afterwards, the rest of the stanza occurred to me, that being its last line: and so by degrees, at odd moments during the next year or two, the rest of the poem pieced itself together, that being its last stanza.

In the midst of the word he was trying to say
In the midst of his laughter and glee
He had softly and suddenly vanished away
For the Snark was a Boojum, you see.

I bet you have no idea what any of that means out of context  but basically, the baker, upon catching a snark... Oh nevermind. Its too absurd to explain out of context. 

-Read it here- legit man.

-Me

Cause I dont need to satisfy tonight

Some songs have that magical ability to describe exactly what your fealing at a point in time. Two songs have done that for me this past few long days. One is 'On Top' by the killers. The other I cant mention for various reasons.

'But now I've found the velvet sun
That shines on me and you' -Killers

In other news, my friends are all becoming happy in thier respective relationships, or lack thereof. It feels like ive been slightly alienated in that process because I am neither in a relationship, or happy. Its odd. I feel odd. Something is afoot. I feel happy for them, but at the same time sadly jealous, like a little kid who got no candy on halloween. Ew Sorry guys that sounds rediculously lame!! Some wednesday this has been huh?

'It's like a cigarette in the mouth
Or a handshake in the doorway
I look at you and smile because I'm fine' -Killers

Ill stop talking and eat some orange tic-tacs now. They take the edge off ;)

Good night.

-Me