Monday, 09 May 2011

  • Childhood

    Children are commonly understood to be innocent.  They are also credited with having a unique wonder that seems to largely dissipate as they mature into adults.  Furthermore, many people have extremely fond memories of their childhood.  Why is this?  Is it because they didn't have to deal with the troubles and responsibilities of the world, the lack of negativity?  Innocence, if you will?

     

    Or is there a better explanation for why children are usually much more exuberant and excited about the world than adults?  Personally, I don't think that happiness can be adequately measured by a lack of negativity.  Kids are innocent, so their lives are better?  I think not!

     

    It doesn't make sense that we can lose so many of the bright aspects of our childhood.  We grow so much and can become so beautiful, it's incomprehensible to me that it might be natural to become less happy when we grow and become exposed to the dangers and diversity of our environments.  We don't have to replace the wonder and the spectacle with adulthood.  They are not mutually exclusive.  Even if you have a damaged, compromised life with lots of baggage (like I do), there's plenty of wonder out there to cling to and to gape at in awe.  There are so many opportunities to have fun like you're five years old, and I wish people would take themselves up on those opportunities more often.  so worth it.

Thursday, 03 March 2011

  • Right now, two teachers are annoyed that I talk too much in class.  In physics, the problem is that we've learned everything last semester and the class is a waste of my time.  Out of 11 grades, including two tests, one is less than 100.  Let me tell you, I didn't learn that material from that there physics teacher.  Essentially, if you know where to plug in variables and how to solve a simple algebraic equation, you will have no problem.  Don't even need to remember the formulas, as he gives you a formula sheet for every test.  So why does it matter if I'm talking to the person sitting next to me during his "lectures"?

     

    In epi... well, the problem is temporary.  I am flawed in that I can't do work in a computer lab sitting next to friends I rarely talk to.  Occupational hazard of not socializing outside of school.  After class and after she berated me multiple times for being the farthest behind in the class, Mrs. Jacobsen told me "We're in a fight right now."  So I'm going to finish that work at home and proactively solve the problem.  It's one of my weaknesses and I work around it.

     

    Now I have a question for myself (and an answer).  Is it a bad thing that I don't socialize outside of school?  I'm generally inclined to be satisfied with my lifestyle unless there's some morbid issue that I should fix.  Given the amount of time I spend in school per day, I have little time outside of school to do what I wish, and even when I do have that time I spend it alone.  So, what do I do... do more work in school and talk to people on my own time?  While that would be nice, there's also the fact that I can't do most of my work in an environment packed with people.  How on Earth are high schoolers supposed to accomplish anything in school when they're surrounded by their friends for 7 hours and no academic challenge?  Most of that time is a placeholder, sucked up by men and women who teach to the floor.  You can't use that massive amount of time in the way that's most efficient.  But it's a perfect opportunity to see people you're fond of.  Outside of school, on the other hand, it's much harder to coordinate hanging out with people who are doing different things at different times and pooped out from work, volunteering, homework, school, and sports.  And even if I'm not as busy as I've been in the past, I'm still worn out from having to think about 6 unrelated classes every day (and 7 on Friday), along with volunteering, the newspaper, and the random stuff that pops up.

     

    While I love being around people that I like, I also value my alone time.  I used to be a complete loner, and that aspect of my personality hasn't disappeared.  It's not just the maverick in me, I really just like peace and privacy for large chunks of time.  Maybe my need for those two things isn't about the people, it's just about security.  Maybe I need to recover from being in school and dealing with lots of tension.  Like the band teacher telling me I'm wrong without considering my testimony (and common sense).  And the physics teacher badgering me about talking.  And the tension between getting work done in class and talking to friends.  Convalescence is not exactly a quick thing in my home, either, because my mom knows how to bring every stressor to the forefront of my consciousness whenever I get too cozy.

     

    In any case, I'm not disappointed that I don't chill with people.  I would love to, but I'm not pulling out my hair over it being virtually impossible.  I'm pretty much content, because I can make a lot out of solo time.

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    When I'm older, I foresee many life decisions revolving around being able to play the piano.  Nowadays, it's difficult to find an opportunity play, which is an issue.  The thing that bothers me most is when people tell me to stop.  It's my solace, dude.  Don't take away my favorite artistic outlet and escape from stress.  Please.

Saturday, 26 February 2011

  • Mix 14: Log Cabin

    Here's the beautiful mix that my beautiful Abbie recently made for me, along with a rightful review.  I love reviewing mixes.  I get to use my favorite adjectives and say nice things.  Of course, it takes good mixes to be able to do that.  I sort of take them for granted, because my partner in crime happens to excel at reading my music taste and producing these compilations.

     

    1. Here at the Right Time, Josh Ritter.  I love how Josh Ritter makes me feel.  For me, his music induces longing, wist, and gives me the satisfaction of some nonspecific and unidentifiable urge.

    2. Set the Fire to the Third Bar, Snow Patrol.  I like their other albums more, but this song is awesome.  Maybe I've just listened to songs like Run and Chasing Cars way too much before I collected a wider variety of music... anyway, the girl in here makes me think of Epanine from Les Mis, and I love the duet.

    3. In These Arms, The Swell Season.  I like them.  This song, indeed.

    4. Fever Dream, Iron & Wine.  Probably my favorite Iron and Wine song, mostly because some of their other music is too bland for me.  Love how it makes me think of a Scala and Kolacny Brothers song - It's All Over.

    5. Dance Me To The End of Love (live), The Civil Wars.  Very compelling melody.

    6. Star Star, The Frames.  Quaint.  Pastoral.

    7. For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her, Simon & Garfunkel.  I've always thought the ending of this song was weird, but I recently thought it made sense, considering saying "I love you" is generally how lovers say goodbye.  I love the way this song works.

    8. Song For a Lover of Long Ago, Justin Vernon.  Soothing.  Hey, didn't this song just end?  No, Justin just took a break.  Desperation.  I guess I like that.  It sort of takes away from the musical quality, but that's fine with me in this case.  It adds substantial emotion.

    9. Love Song, Death Cab for Cutie.  I love the variety of covers there are of this song.  I love how Ben Gibbard sounds like he's talking.  In response to a certain doubter who disparages his voice, I've thought more about whose voices I (don't) like.  I believe what makes or breaks a voice for me is never the set of vocal cords, but the way the singer tries to put emotion or art into what they're saying.  If they use their voice as a canvas to complete their work of communicative art, then I appreciate and enjoy it.  If they're trying to be "cute", "pop", or "heteronormative", I don't want to hear it.  Owl City is a prime example.

    10. Your Protector, Fleet Foxes.  Stunning.  A crisp breath of security.  The firmament.

    11. Held In the Arms of Your Words, Tired Pony.  What a great combination of artists, really.  Stellar song.

    12. I Can Hear Music, She & Him.  Weird that this is more country-like than the previous song, which is from a group who tried to make country music then failed to fit the genre.  I'm glad they failed that attempt, because it ended up great.  This song sounds far away and open.  I hear normalcy.  Peace.  Relaxing.  I like this.

    13. I Will Follow You into the Dark, Death Cab for Cutie.  yes.  Similar in mood to I Can Hear Music when they're put together like this.

    14. Nothing Matters When We're Dancing (Magnetic Fields Cover), The Antlers.  This song brings me joy.  Songs like this make me feel satisfied, and remind me of the times I just exist with the people I love.

Thursday, 24 February 2011

  • Peace is Soundly

    You record me

    Lovingly emancipate me

    Share my sorrows infinitesimally

    Bring me home:

    Longingly captured

    by rhythmly cusps of

    Weeds on Lions.

    Texture my style

    in life sundry passions

    Who speak in fuzzy counterpoint.

    Mute the infuriation

    Lick loosely my tickled spine

    I debt you finely to a moon,

    to whom a balloon will reach the space

    where you settle cozy.

     

    Wish me a friend—

    The bending of sties

    Filled with rudiments and

    Accoutrements

    Lovely combinations of fun

    In conflict, or contrast

    to bitter glowing remedies.

    Solipsism is key for

    Some sanctity of sharing.

    Besides, there are alternating

    current affairs who will be

    History.

    Memories, be kinder to the ecstasy

    Follow, music, to the grave of subjection

    and wait with me to open the feeling.

    Richness is here in blossoming rumors,

    Where excitements swell and

    Splice to admire.

     

    Must I relinquish the moment of solace?

    which bifurcates trilogies, epochs of silence?

    Waver me firmly and drive me to volumes

    Complete and in-finite and welcoming newness.

Monday, 21 February 2011

  • The Green Crab's Shell

    Battle elucidates my roughness

    which Fear adorns to rage

    within a pool of talent, reap sin.

    Closed to apology, close to the beach,

    Opened by addicted arms, closed again with claws

    Pumping, Clenching, Blushing, Rushing.

    it puzzles to search for satisfaction;

    Seduce me with envy pride lust and love

    Find me imperfect and give me a diamond

    for never could I adore such an emerald

    as I embody in carapace united.

    Rather than try my own type and color,

    I have a thirst for something more tepid—

    Trivial, perhaps, but nonetheless riveting.

    Splice my gestalt into nameable pieces then eat them all up.

    When you open your mouth to comprehend my taste,

    You find me delicate, salty and red.

    But raw, in my home, I was not so fiery,

    Where my aegis was purely devoted to safety, enameled, scratched, detached

    Closed by nature, opened by another

    to be closed to closing, opening wider

    then thrilling fell into water.

     

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