Summers swept slowly across the diameter of Yolo county.
Dirty moles clambered about in their playpens.
Our lawn was the chosen build site for moletropolis.
They got a fresh coat of wet on their roofs each morning which kept their burrows chilled.
We got the opportunity to play who'll-twist-their-ankles-first.
Bum deal.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Our lives between blog posts and friend requests.
Fascinating concept.
And I'm a hopeless romantic for connectivity.
In case you're interested: http://twitter.com/blu3fish
Fascinating concept.
And I'm a hopeless romantic for connectivity.
In case you're interested: http://twitter.com/blu3fish
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Eminent Catastrophe Imminent !
Titles like that are of absolutely no help. They do not even posture for a second that the asteroid may just miss, drifting right beside us as we all wave goodbye to doom. It's not very often we're given that chance, mainly because of titles like these. Surely the earth spins and decides for us where we'll be in our given orbit on a given day but let the same not be true about our articles of truth.
The matter in a fact should be neutral, indecisive, awkward and welcoming. Words that posses the fear to presume are dangerous when the very nature of the words are to be just the opposite.
Somehow these disruptions continue to ramble forth, popping out like gophers in front of a red plastic mallet. Bop them.
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Author's notes:
The matter in a fact should be neutral, indecisive, awkward and welcoming. Words that posses the fear to presume are dangerous when the very nature of the words are to be just the opposite.
Somehow these disruptions continue to ramble forth, popping out like gophers in front of a red plastic mallet. Bop them.
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Author's notes:
- Why is a glitch in the realm of technology hailed to be the end of us all?
- I wondered what causes that panic and came up with a fun idea.
- Hopefully, you'll like it.
- Those who don't could buy me a mac to teach me a lesson.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Being a writer (trails of thought)
Has it really come to this?
Fresh out of college, three drinks in, and my shirt seems to be unusually aloof - this is the part of writing they never tell you about. The blogger - read: me - was not a course offered at my school. Perhaps it should have been. You'd think the late college nights would prepare a young, boyish writer for what may happen around the next bend. I just never thought "the next bend" translated into writer's block and eye strain. The hunched back was also a hidden bonus.
The blog reader - read: yourself - trolls the internet looking for tasty articles to snack on. Maybe it helps with those silence-breakers around your work's water cooler. Maybe it's for some hot date you have planned (read: unlikely). But that's OK. I'm here and I won't judge you. At least not until I get to know you. Hey, I'm just being honest. You're the one reading my blog. I didn't ask you to come here. But since you are here why don't you stay a while and poke around.
I talk to myself to motivate myself. Think of it as a personal trainer. One that has seen me naked. Do you ever look at yourself in the mirror and think upgrade? Jesus, if only I had the time. And I do, which makes all the staring all the sadder.
Wasn't this supposed to be an article on Beck's new album? Sheesh, what have I been rambling on about for 15 minutes? Has it even been 15 minutes? That's another thing: deadlines, they no longer exist when you're unemployed. You could work on some 5-pager for a week, a month, a year if you wanted to. Sure, you'll feel like shit when you're half a page in and it's already July but it's still an option. No one's telling you what to do.
This is hell, or at least one of the outer rings. I had always pictured hell as this very cavernous, smokey lair; almost cartoonish. Now I think it looks a little more like life without boundary, without order (read: chaos). Chaos has an overwhelming ability to seduce and (as the name implies) implode your sense of order. Sure, when I was 17 and had plenty of the opposite, chaos seemed like the obvious choice. It was the different that made all the difference. But now, twenty-two and topless, a little bit of a balance would be welcomed warmly.
Fresh out of college, three drinks in, and my shirt seems to be unusually aloof - this is the part of writing they never tell you about. The blogger - read: me - was not a course offered at my school. Perhaps it should have been. You'd think the late college nights would prepare a young, boyish writer for what may happen around the next bend. I just never thought "the next bend" translated into writer's block and eye strain. The hunched back was also a hidden bonus.
The blog reader - read: yourself - trolls the internet looking for tasty articles to snack on. Maybe it helps with those silence-breakers around your work's water cooler. Maybe it's for some hot date you have planned (read: unlikely). But that's OK. I'm here and I won't judge you. At least not until I get to know you. Hey, I'm just being honest. You're the one reading my blog. I didn't ask you to come here. But since you are here why don't you stay a while and poke around.
I talk to myself to motivate myself. Think of it as a personal trainer. One that has seen me naked. Do you ever look at yourself in the mirror and think upgrade? Jesus, if only I had the time. And I do, which makes all the staring all the sadder.
Wasn't this supposed to be an article on Beck's new album? Sheesh, what have I been rambling on about for 15 minutes? Has it even been 15 minutes? That's another thing: deadlines, they no longer exist when you're unemployed. You could work on some 5-pager for a week, a month, a year if you wanted to. Sure, you'll feel like shit when you're half a page in and it's already July but it's still an option. No one's telling you what to do.
This is hell, or at least one of the outer rings. I had always pictured hell as this very cavernous, smokey lair; almost cartoonish. Now I think it looks a little more like life without boundary, without order (read: chaos). Chaos has an overwhelming ability to seduce and (as the name implies) implode your sense of order. Sure, when I was 17 and had plenty of the opposite, chaos seemed like the obvious choice. It was the different that made all the difference. But now, twenty-two and topless, a little bit of a balance would be welcomed warmly.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
new batteries. old headphones.
This is my musical cubicle.
What I do when I'm not scribbling.
Clockwise from Left:
1. (red) Boss GT6B pedal board
2. Fender Guitar Amp
3. GB Backline 110 Bass Amp
4. Yamaha ydp223 digital piano
5. Bose Noise=Canceling Headphones (w/fresh batteries)
6/ Tascam US-144 recording device
7. Korg MicroKorg
8. Korg er1 rhythm synthesizer
9. Korg ca30 tuner
10. Creative speakers
11. dad's old clarinet
12. Bow
13. Music Stand w/Notebook + Pens (black/blue)
14. Picks and sticks
15. Yamaha digital keyboard
16. Boss tu-2 chromatic tuner (no batteries)
17. Fender American Deluxe Precision Bass
18. brother's Fernandez electric guitar (on loan for my old bass)
19. mom's old spanish guitar
[Not Pictured]
20. Fender Precision bass (my 1st bass)
21. SWR Henry 8x8 Bass Amp (aka Hank) w/Ampeg B2R head
What I do when I'm not scribbling.
Clockwise from Left:
1. (red) Boss GT6B pedal board
2. Fender Guitar Amp
3. GB Backline 110 Bass Amp
4. Yamaha ydp223 digital piano
5. Bose Noise=Canceling Headphones (w/fresh batteries)
6/ Tascam US-144 recording device
7. Korg MicroKorg
8. Korg er1 rhythm synthesizer
9. Korg ca30 tuner
10. Creative speakers
11. dad's old clarinet
12. Bow
13. Music Stand w/Notebook + Pens (black/blue)
14. Picks and sticks
15. Yamaha digital keyboard
16. Boss tu-2 chromatic tuner (no batteries)
17. Fender American Deluxe Precision Bass
18. brother's Fernandez electric guitar (on loan for my old bass)
19. mom's old spanish guitar
[Not Pictured]
20. Fender Precision bass (my 1st bass)
21. SWR Henry 8x8 Bass Amp (aka Hank) w/Ampeg B2R head
22. Boss RC-XL20 looping station
23. my age
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
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