those angels are singing again

i feel like if i don't write down my ideas in this blog, that they didn't really happen. that i didn't do the reading, process it, make opinions and subsequently want to share what i have learned.


my first one is this.

1st, i think it is an interesting, deconstructionist view of a solider. you want me to honor the solider and applaud his service to his country. but i can't. because he willingly signed up to be a part of the war. you can not tell me at this point in time that a solider doesn't know what is going on. they are not defending freedom of America, or spreading democracy. we've known for at least a good year that it has all been fucked up. instead what enrollment in the military has become the bad guy in the situation. they are the ones who are still murdering civilians, but we don't know how many because there is no official count. have we murdered more people than Sadam Hussein? Yes. Sadamm H deaths US deaths i really don't care what you reasons for or against the war are. all must agree that war/killing is wrong.

my second one is this

no, not that the smartest man in the world is gay. although it does make for a good title. i found what he said about relationships to be very revealing. it's on the second page. i really like this line 'relationships require heroism on the part of both people'. you can read more on your own. that's all.

oh, and scotty is looking for someone to eat late night nachos before he leaves. holla.

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today is share an awesome link with someone you could care less about day. here ya go



link


5 animals i like

kitties
horses
tortoises
dogs
bookworms

happy secular festivities

so tonight's subject brings together 5.37 years of college.


who feels like college is a little too easy?

i remember when i first attended college, i was expecting to spend about 20 a week studying. i remember hearing stories from my teachers about how many hours they spent.

what a joke. the only semester of college that is comparable to the high school studies was my freshman year in college. hard to believe, but i was a chem/bio major for a year cause i enjoyed that kind of stuff. still do. anyway, my almost 5 years in college has been some easy-pass to a better tax bracket. my GPA in college better than my GPA in high school. but i bet that i would do worse on an ACT test. it kind of disgusts me.

so what is college? well, for one it is learning how to meet prof's teaching styles. you have to learn how to study for their tests and write papers that say what they want them to say. for many, including myself, it wasn't learning how to figure out problems on your own. instead we asked the prof. it wasn't critical thinking, it was doing research and then copying their ideas down. it wasn't creative, it was calculating. i want my money back. i really think to be happy with my college experience, i need to go to grad school

if i was able to do it differently, i would have stayed at NWC and majored in ecology or botany.

if i ever teach a class, the first test that they take will be an essay test. here's the question.




water. discuss.

i ain't never gonna

nope, not rick ashley. you bummed?
i had the knee surgery today and got great drugs in a gift basket. how nice!


so it's late and i'm loopy, this should be one of the most mind blowing-posts EVAR!

however, i find that a lot of my introspection comes from being upset or frustrated with something/one. tragedy is one of the greatest sellers. a story doesn't connect with an audience unless there is antagonist. maybe some modern work doesn't follow that model, but it makes up such a small part of the total collective work. even heaven has an antagonist.

i kinda want to do some of those dumb facebook notes get forwarded to you by the odd friend (usually a girl):

think these things are dumb...but I thought I'd give it a shot. It's actually pretty funny sometimes.


1.Put your iPod or iTunes on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing the note as well as the person you got the note from.


IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
Seven Seas of Rhye

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
November Has Come

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Community Service - true

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Alone Down There - (ooooo!

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Deepspace 5oul

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
One Thing - (hmmm, interesting

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Never Surrender -( aka domination

WHAT IS 2+2?
Hero

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Hypnotized

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Rumba/Boler0

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Interplanet Janet (yes, yes it is

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Cataclysmic Circles ... World Is Round

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
When Everything Falls (nice

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Born (haha

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
The End (ominous

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Can't Take God Away (okay

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Money Song (haha

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Ban Marriage (kind of honest

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Let Me Live (true

WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Alone (interesting about the human condition to want social interaction but yet have such a terrible group mentality

HOW WILL YOU DIE?
First In Flight (fun

WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
Original Species

WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
TakeThe Wheel (not Carrie

WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Death of a Martian (it would

WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Ain't No Sunshine (again...

WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Starry Eyed Surprise (right, a surprise baby would scare me

DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Forfeit

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
Sum Of Us

WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Red Morning Light

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Fly


one things that was triggered as i was filling this out was how my view of marriage has changed. 3 years ago, i was seriously considering marriage. I had found a girl that I loved, and considered tying the knot. man, how my life would have been so different. i would have lived off campus. there goes about 90% of the friends from campus. I would have been working a lot more at a different job. i wouldn't have been able to survive on 6.75 at 20 hours a week. she was interested in being a nanny. we broke up because she was interested in someone else and i was moving to nashville. i wonder if i would be as happy as i am now.

now, marriage is even questionable. do i want to even get married? i just look at all the broken marriages in the music industry because music is their first love. and right now, it is mine too. i don't have the money, and i'm not financially secure.

i have also thought about what if we made everyone's marriage illegal. it kinda goes along with this story by Jon Stewart. i would really recommend viewing the whole thing. it kinda has changed my viewpoint.

i would also say that I am happy with my life right now. I have everything that I need. (Working on the wants (haha)) My future looks good. I'm in good health. I'm surrounded by people that I love and that love me. it's good.

encore

modern music makes me angry.


modern, classical music makes me want to punch something. especially things like babbit, or crumb. Henry Nyquist has his famous theorem, and so that makes him an expert in audio things, maybe. he has this theory that because of digital music's limits of sampling frequency, it causes people to become angry.

no, i think it is modern classical music. it's not that i don't get serialism, or atonality, or twelve tone music. i've studied it and understand how it works and solved the twelve tone tables. these people were insane. 1st, it is odd that music is considered an art form considering how many rules and structures it must conform to. it is better suited to it's old classification of a math. but these composers wanted to be different and original. so instead of just breaking rules, they made up new ones. different ones, original ones. and made some of the most disgusting music on the face of the earth. they weren't inspired, there was very little external inspiration in their writings. instead, they drew upon their own ideas. they were modern.

so bring back music that connects with the human emotion. bring back music that touches souls. bring back a heart. don't ban what was created, for it was and will always now be. but do what is right for my little robot heart.















post script: this was the first picture i clicked on.

post post script: i really like one of the comments about the crumb piece. can you guess which one?

post^3 script: 2 finals left.

idle

Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for - in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.

~ Ellen Goodman

i think it is time to withdraw my money from Bank of America. Here's why.

knee surgery got bumped up to Friday at 7:30am. Oh, it's going to be a glorious weekend of drugs! to be pain free. who's excited? i know i am.

finals are done on Thursday at 2:10pm. See you then.

moderate

2021:
a small group of rogue Americans hijack an airplane and fly it into the Burg Al-Arab, in Dubai. The United Arab Emirates spend the next 8 years invading Canada and toturing it's citizens, eventually leaving over 80.000 dead.


Oops, that's not funny.

do you want to see a show in my basement?

hahahah


today's topic of greatness, cause that's all i give you, is my thoughts on christian interaction.


i'm a pretty guy (add 'easy-going' between what ever words you choose). not a whole lot gets my ducks out a row. of course, i do a lot of wrestling with the day to make it the best day i've ever had, but you don't know that.

anyway, i silently boil away as i see people be nice to each other and the only thing that holds them back is Christianity. so you aren't a nice person. i don't care. be rude, biting, mean, tell them to fuck off, because God already sees you for the heartless stuck up-wad that you are, and second because i probably want to tell you to do shove your head in a pile of thistle based shit.

i write this because i really feel the need to tell people off. so it's a self-criticism. i'm working on changing that. i will start begin to tell people when they are uncontrollably stupid.


another thought for the day. college. it is the one place that everyone is the same age, deals with the same problems, has some of the same goals. it is the one place we loose touch with the outside world. we don't have to interact with those older or younger than us and cope with it. aka a work environment. we are bubbled into ideas of similarity. i remember in high school that i wanted to try really hard to stay in touch with my younger ideas. that is really hard to do in college. and i hear some people say that they don't like kids or some other bullshit like that. WTF!!! did you just pop out as a 20 something hipster? i want to do some slapping!

who likes 70's funk and r&B music? cause i would like to expand my non-drug induced haze of music some. give some names of artists and i will give a gold sticker. k? k.


i have a version of pro tools, the academic version, and it is less capable than other versions. doesn't the word academic have the conotation of being greater than average? like academic research, or an academic study? versus like business or personal? oh digi-design, how i hate thine gutz.

get out of my studio!

not original, but you don't care

A College Version of 'Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before finals,
And all through the college,
The students were praying
For last minute knowledge.

Most were quite sleepy,
But none touched their beds,
While visions of essays
danced in their heads.

Out in the taverns,
A few were still drinking,
And hoping that liquor
would loosen up their thinking.

In my own apartment,
I had been pacing,
And dreading exams
I soon would be facing.

My roommate was speechless,
His nose in his books,
And my comments to him
Drew unfriendly looks.

I drained all the coffee,
And brewed a new pot,
No longer caring
That my nerves were shot.

I stared at my notes,
But my thoughts were muddy,
My eyes went ablur,
I just couldn't study.

"Some pizza might help,"
I said with a shiver,
But each place I called
Refused to deliver.

I'd nearly concluded
That life was too cruel,
With futures depending
On grades had in school.

When all of a sudden,
Our door opened wide,
And Patron Saint Put It Off
Ambled inside.

Her spirit was careless,
Her manner was mellow,
She started to bellow:

"What kind of student
Would make such a fuss,
To toss back at teachers
What they tossed at us?"

"On Cliff Notes! On Crib Notes!
On Last Year's Exams!
On Wingit and Slingit,
And Last Minute Crams!"

Her message delivered,
She vanished from sight,
But we heard her laughing
Outside in the night.

"Your teachers have pegged you,
So just do your best.
Happy Finals to All,
And to All, a good test."