Bemish?

Bemish?

Note to self.. Figure out

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Genius

"When I let loose wit this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu."
- Em

No person should be this good with the English language.

Like a helicopter.

North Carolina was relaxing and life affirming.. I'd forgotten what it's like to have a friend around for more than an hour or two a week.

Back to work!

Deloughter!

Good lord, I just made the connection.

Polyphonic Spree = Tim DeLaughter = Tripping Daisy

"Follow the day and reach for the sun!" = "I got a girl who blames it on her period."

Weird.

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I think I might know what it is!

Avoidance.

My brain uses writing the script as an avoidance technique from actually dealing with the subject matter in person. My writer's block is a way of avoiding dealing with the question altogether. I'm not in a TV/movie mood, or sleeping mood, or going out mood. I'm in a writing mood, and my brain does not want to write. Therefore I have to assume it's the subject material that I'm running from.

The end.

So, while on a quest for custom drum sticks (because yes, like my clothes, sticks are also something not made for short people)*, I veered off into searching for something I'd seen as a teenager.... this.

Then I got to wondering...is this just what I do normally with life, manifesting in drums?

I collect and diversify and expand until I reach a breaking point, at which I simplify drastically. This is what's gone on in most of the other areas in my life. Perhaps it's this, too. Maybe I should just learn to play my damn bass pedal faster. If Dave Groehl can do it, so can I.

Still, technology's fun.


( * : With apologies to Pro-Mark, whose Phil Collins custom sticks I've been using for years.)

Everyday Visuals

Alright, this song is really getting me re-interested in writing. I'm never sure what the trigger will be, but this seems to be it. Now all I need is a free day and some energy.

Structure? Hah! I've lost it all in the mix, but still we press on!

Tomorrow.

When was the last time you lived into tomorrow?

It's 6am, and I'm still awake...just now, about to go to sleep; and it's light out. Not barely, but light out.

I can look out my window and see people on the street, starting their day.

When you claimed that what happened 'last night' made your day...did it? Was it just until 2am? Did anything change the day after?

Have you tried living from yesterday into today, lately?

It's easy to make sweeping statements as the day draws short...much harder to make them and remain awake until the morning dawns on their promises.

I urge you to try it sometime.

China.

So, the Olympic torch had to be doused at least three times during its run across France.

Part of me thinks "Can't we just can it for the sake of the games?"

Part of me thinks "Thank God someone's speaking out."

I'm not sure which side is winning.

National portrait gallery. These fascinate me!

Edit: So, this was supposed to have sent before the other one, yesterday. Also, this nice little tag that Verizon is adding to the end of the messages is disconcerting. And by disconcerting, I mean a real pain in the ass. We're paying for this service, no? Then leave your goddamn hands off of my texts. If I feel like advertising your service, I'll do so on my own time. Otherwise, fuck off.

Thanks,
The Management.

Needed that.

Today...

Wandering around DC. Playing in the water-floors of the National Portrait Gallery. RFD, and McGinty's, with friends.

A good day.

Edit: Deleted: Verizon's bullshit.

Soundtrack

Tentatively added to the show/playlist:

The Everyday Visuals - Watertown Yard


Will/would create a nice bookend to DCfC.

Another day,

Another dollar? Dunno.

So, I'm promoted now. Manager-type. Woo!

I need to go out sometime this week. Really out. Like in, crash on the couch because I can't drive out. With friends out. With strangers out. 'A wild night is calling' out.

Bonus points for getting that reference.

I love the press.

/end sarcasm

http://www.boston.com/news/politics/politicalintelligence/2008/04/nader_registers.html

Buried in all the thinly-veiled hate, you'll see that Nader's pulling larger numbers than he ever has before...

Surreal.

Snippets from tonight's conversations:

On relationships and art,
"One often drives the other."

"How many songs based on heartbreak are there?"
"All of them."

And, the lyric of the night:

"My name is just another word."
- Ben Cunis

....and all the while, "So Far Away" kept playing in my head, from band practice earlier; the poetic beauty of that is that the song I wrote yesterday is largely indebted to "So Far Away" from Stabbing Westward. Today has been a day of the world shrinking even farther. Soon, I fear, there will just be you and I left. And I don't know who you are.

Woops.

So, failed to post yesterday. Ah well. It's not like I'm writing anything exciting in these things anyhow :)

Just got off of a fifteen-hour day. If it was anywhere else but Adega, I'd want to quit work forever. As it is, I'm feeling pretty good. Except my feet. Oh lord, my feet.

Saw Cindy for the first time in forever, and that was awesome. More people should come visit me at work.

Very excited for Saturday.

So...the future? Maybe I'll know in the next two weeks? I've tossed two major-sized serves over the net, waiting to see which one God sends back my way.

Wine?

So...had a sip of the wine today...it's still a bit yeasty, I think..but it shouldn't be, given that it's been weeks since it started fermenting. I'm capping it to see if it explodes.

Woo.

It's hard to write this project out, when it seems that getting in the mode and mood to write the script requires sending myself into a certain kind of depression.

In other news, it's a different kind of nerve-wracking, living your life day-to-day, wondering if and/or when the email will come that might change your life forever, or at least determine your plans for the next twelve months of the same.

I've never felt so in control and so out of control at the same instant.

O, little town of Bethlehem...

I want to be over there.

I know...I know...I should write.

Carry You.

I'm still carryin' a little hope,
That maybe, things could be different now;
Is that so wrong?
Is that so wrong?
Is that so
wrong?

I wanna see you tonight,
At a place we'll go;
Could going through the motions,
Lead to real emotion?
I wanna make things right,
Before time runs out.
It was like you said,
The taste don't taste like it should..
Roll down the windows,
Let the cold air come in,
Yeah,
Slap my face just to feel,
to feel you somehow again,
again.

I could never be the one that you want,
Don't ask.
Well, here's to living in the moment
'Cause it passed.
It passed.
- Jimmy Eat World

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So, does this scare anyone besides me?

Revolvolution

Restart the cycle.

I can always tell when I'm coming out of it, because I stop listening to CDs in my car. I switch back to radio, and let Roche help me through..a day or two, and I start channel surfing. I know I'm alright when WHUR starts to make sense again.

Now comes a few weeks of radio and/or familiar CDs (Jimmy's going with me for today's trek to work.)

When I start talking about the "new CD" that I can't stop playing, then start to look for the signs. Last time, I went through a few cycles before I crashed, but it's almost always after a "new cd" phase.

I'm actually kinda scared at how much sense this is all making. I think I'm insane.

Wee

Ok, so whatever funk I've been in seems to have passed, and back to normalcy now.

Someday, I'm gonna have my head checked for depression/bi-polar disorder. Maybe.

Hopefully this means I can write again. We'll see.

December

Why follow me to higher ground?
Lost as you swear I am.
- Collective Soul

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When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.

-Dom Hélder Câmara

Kirby!

Kirby! Kirby! Kirby!