There I was trying to have a relaxing morning when the alarm started beeping... Just one long sharp annoying pulse every 15 seconds. The thins was that CT was using her computer at the kitchen table yesterday and unplugged the alarm to plug in the computer... so what happened now was that the alarm battery was running low so it beeps to irritate the shit out of anybody in the vicinity so as to inspire them to plug the fucker back in.
I was trying to put it out of my mind as I was watching a 8 minute video online. Finally I broke down and went down to plug the bastard in... but it kept beeping... I went through a range of options and it keep beeping. Now I was annoyed you see, and one last beep was the straw that broke the camels back. I got up real close to the inanimate object (alarm control pad) and yelled FUCK OFF! And just then it stopped. There was this calm sort of sense of victory mixing with the residual anger so I figured time for a little blogaroo.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Vancouver
I am currently listening to the Vancouver Canucks/Detroit Red Wings game. Todd Bertuzzi has scored a hat trick... this is good news for any Vancouver fan. Dan Cloutier is back in net (after suffering a concussion a few weeks back).
It is 4-1 Vancouver with 10 minutes left in the third period... make that 8.5 minutes left. The crowd is cheering due to a hard hit (the game is in Vancouver)
Enough about hockey, lets talk about modern art.
I think that one of the great art pieces in this post-modern era must be some hunk of crap out there. The reason is that the piece speaks to all the eras before it by including some reference to all other period pieces.
I know when I'm standing in a gallery ready to fall asleep with one of those pamphlets in my hand I like to know that the creative process of the particular piece has been draconically decided upon with the painstaking dullness that only art can provide.
The goaltender really looks good when he can go post to post like that.... 3.5 minutes to go in the third... Detroit is pressing... the shots are 11-0 this period for Detroit... 3 minutes left. Yzerman is attacking. 2 minutes left. Detroit penalty coming. many fans are leaving now with 1:20 left up by 3 and on the power play... make that a 5 on 3. 52 seconds left the Canucks are 2 men up...
Well they won, and they stopped the red hot Red Wings, thank Christ I'm at home and not downtown right now
It is 4-1 Vancouver with 10 minutes left in the third period... make that 8.5 minutes left. The crowd is cheering due to a hard hit (the game is in Vancouver)
Enough about hockey, lets talk about modern art.
I think that one of the great art pieces in this post-modern era must be some hunk of crap out there. The reason is that the piece speaks to all the eras before it by including some reference to all other period pieces.
I know when I'm standing in a gallery ready to fall asleep with one of those pamphlets in my hand I like to know that the creative process of the particular piece has been draconically decided upon with the painstaking dullness that only art can provide.
The goaltender really looks good when he can go post to post like that.... 3.5 minutes to go in the third... Detroit is pressing... the shots are 11-0 this period for Detroit... 3 minutes left. Yzerman is attacking. 2 minutes left. Detroit penalty coming. many fans are leaving now with 1:20 left up by 3 and on the power play... make that a 5 on 3. 52 seconds left the Canucks are 2 men up...
Well they won, and they stopped the red hot Red Wings, thank Christ I'm at home and not downtown right now
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Jackass
Some days I don't think that I'm like other people.
I guess we all feel that way every now and then, and I believe a truth to be there. We are all individual with our own set of programming and experience information. We use this information to react to future situations. How we use it differentiates us further.
"The flowers on the floor are very pretty please"
A young girl names Sharon said that one time into an old school tape deck in the living room of a cottage at 15 Balsam drive in Tiny township. Was it possibly the fact that, because it was on tape, I heard it repetitively causing me to remember the moment some 25 years later sitting at my "SUPERCOMPUTER" on a rainy Thursday morning.
Never mind that, I have remembered that often... it was also the fact that my sister pointed out that the sentence was very strange, and mostly because of the word "please".
Wonder where that tape is... probably in the garbage... the place fool people think that old tapes should go. I bet you I have 8-14 albums of song ideas in a box of tapes that I have fought vigorously to keep. There is a law in our house NEVER EVER THROW AWAY TAPES,MEDIA OR MEDIA RECORDING DEVICES. Certain members of my family giggle at that law as if it were a child amusing them. Indeed.
The Jackass has Hay breath tapes were in the garbage outside the sanctuary for about 2 hours... It was ultimately my paranoia that saved them. Don't let them ever tell you paranoia is a bad thing sparky.
The tapes had been turned over to The Mule for mixing but then in what turned out to be one of the more bizarre evenings in this life the tapes ended up back at the sanctuary with myself and Smash for an evening we spent trying to outmaneuver each other. The two of us like rocks set in our position, justifying, simplifying, and at one point I hid one of the tapes that I felt should not be touched. Smash of course had other ideas, and being a man not shy to share those ideas, the plot thickened.
I believe we did some work on Bay City kitty, possibly some other things, but defiantly finding out that it album was done and that it was time to let go.
Looking back it stands as a good release, if perhaps sonically weak (ever ran a 4 track and debated the necessity to retake a song). I say sonically weak in the idea that what hit the tape had extremely low levels. Set against 21 tandem Repeats the ocean is life... which I would call lo-fi, but the levels were pretty good. It has the same "artistic feel"... although I wouldn't put a long extended jam on a record that I was in charge of, not that there is anything wrong with that, but just my preference. Shit man now I am getting into a critique of the various releases... better go now
I guess we all feel that way every now and then, and I believe a truth to be there. We are all individual with our own set of programming and experience information. We use this information to react to future situations. How we use it differentiates us further.
"The flowers on the floor are very pretty please"
A young girl names Sharon said that one time into an old school tape deck in the living room of a cottage at 15 Balsam drive in Tiny township. Was it possibly the fact that, because it was on tape, I heard it repetitively causing me to remember the moment some 25 years later sitting at my "SUPERCOMPUTER" on a rainy Thursday morning.
Never mind that, I have remembered that often... it was also the fact that my sister pointed out that the sentence was very strange, and mostly because of the word "please".
Wonder where that tape is... probably in the garbage... the place fool people think that old tapes should go. I bet you I have 8-14 albums of song ideas in a box of tapes that I have fought vigorously to keep. There is a law in our house NEVER EVER THROW AWAY TAPES,MEDIA OR MEDIA RECORDING DEVICES. Certain members of my family giggle at that law as if it were a child amusing them. Indeed.
The Jackass has Hay breath tapes were in the garbage outside the sanctuary for about 2 hours... It was ultimately my paranoia that saved them. Don't let them ever tell you paranoia is a bad thing sparky.
The tapes had been turned over to The Mule for mixing but then in what turned out to be one of the more bizarre evenings in this life the tapes ended up back at the sanctuary with myself and Smash for an evening we spent trying to outmaneuver each other. The two of us like rocks set in our position, justifying, simplifying, and at one point I hid one of the tapes that I felt should not be touched. Smash of course had other ideas, and being a man not shy to share those ideas, the plot thickened.
I believe we did some work on Bay City kitty, possibly some other things, but defiantly finding out that it album was done and that it was time to let go.
Looking back it stands as a good release, if perhaps sonically weak (ever ran a 4 track and debated the necessity to retake a song). I say sonically weak in the idea that what hit the tape had extremely low levels. Set against 21 tandem Repeats the ocean is life... which I would call lo-fi, but the levels were pretty good. It has the same "artistic feel"... although I wouldn't put a long extended jam on a record that I was in charge of, not that there is anything wrong with that, but just my preference. Shit man now I am getting into a critique of the various releases... better go now
Saturday, November 05, 2005
The next part of the story
My man had some fine bone logic all printed out and lost it all with a bad mouse click. I guess that's why you write stuff and transfer it to this here site.
Oh well there was a part where one sentence had to be left all alone due to the sheer magnitude of its meaning. You would think that if was so great it would be immediately remembered, but I believe what has happened is something all together different. I propose that the thought was so revolutionary, that is genius disappears like a hologram in changing light source angles.
It had something to do with the importance of 2nd impressions, and it's razor truth cut effortlessly through the nonsense known as human interaction.
Well I've been sitting too long
Oh well there was a part where one sentence had to be left all alone due to the sheer magnitude of its meaning. You would think that if was so great it would be immediately remembered, but I believe what has happened is something all together different. I propose that the thought was so revolutionary, that is genius disappears like a hologram in changing light source angles.
It had something to do with the importance of 2nd impressions, and it's razor truth cut effortlessly through the nonsense known as human interaction.
Well I've been sitting too long
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