http://animusic.com/
Amazing.... this instrument is something beautiful, out of imaginations galoreee
and this post, inelegant, is mostly to remind myself of it!
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
And I should -not- be an art teacher because?
There is absolutely no way to capture the beauty and reality of a physical three-dimensional form if drawing from a photograph. You can draw every shadow and crease and yet if you never saw the object in that exact spot, at that time, position, with that lighting, you will fail to accurately represent its true being.
Just a thought
Just a thought
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Goatman Hollow
So, once again it is OCTOBER. the most wonderful time of the year.
GOATMAN HOLLOW
is the haunted house I 'haunt' every Friday and Saturday night. I know only 3 people read this, but if each of those 3 brings their roommates, best friends, and significant other to squeeze the hand/butt of through the haunt, you'll totally make it worth my while posting this entry! <3>
http://www.goatmanhollow.comONLY USING INTERNET EXPLORER
I don't know why. T3kn0L0-g f41L
EDIT: All fixed URL!!!
GOATMAN HOLLOW
is the haunted house I 'haunt' every Friday and Saturday night. I know only 3 people read this, but if each of those 3 brings their roommates, best friends, and significant other to squeeze the hand/butt of through the haunt, you'll totally make it worth my while posting this entry! <3>
http://www.goatmanhollow.com
I don't know why. T3kn0L0-g f41L
EDIT: All fixed URL!!!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
that'd kill it for me
This evening I realized that if in some forgotten fantasy world, if my favorite band's lead singer (who is viciously attractive and voiced like a god) were to ask me to sleep with him, I'd make him promise he's not an asshole because NOTHING in the world must tarnish that band's music for me.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
"Business as Usual"
Whenever you'd ask Nick what's up, his frequent reply "Business as usual," meant nothing was out of place. Nick's a friend of mine who passed away this past Saturday. He was on life support. It was an accident. We love him very much, me and the Tribe. He put together the Tribe, a collection of musicians and other cool people, and kept in touch with them even when they became reclusive, or went on ego-trips, or jetted off to see the world.
And in death he hasn't left us. No one has to tell me that, but it helps to hear it. He's so here with us, every moment, but leaving him behind physically is weird. I have been mentally giving him hugs every day, so I can keep remembering what his hugs feel like.
When Jess fixes up Nick's motorbike, I'm buying it. So I can ride it around like we did that first day he brought it over to show me and let me drive it and then take me around.
"Business as usual" could sound as if nothing changes- but that was never what it meant. I'd like to think it could mean that. And yet, how boring would that be! Business as usual is coming to light now. It means things change and we roll with them. As said in 'the Crow' which nick introduced me to and is the most romantic movie Ever,
"Buildings burn. people die. but real love lasts forever."
And in death he hasn't left us. No one has to tell me that, but it helps to hear it. He's so here with us, every moment, but leaving him behind physically is weird. I have been mentally giving him hugs every day, so I can keep remembering what his hugs feel like.
When Jess fixes up Nick's motorbike, I'm buying it. So I can ride it around like we did that first day he brought it over to show me and let me drive it and then take me around.
"Business as usual" could sound as if nothing changes- but that was never what it meant. I'd like to think it could mean that. And yet, how boring would that be! Business as usual is coming to light now. It means things change and we roll with them. As said in 'the Crow' which nick introduced me to and is the most romantic movie Ever,
"Buildings burn. people die. but real love lasts forever."
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Mousey Worth
a Dead mouse had settled into his paper nest amidst lamps, mummified before we found him by opening the box. It's a sort of sweet odor; dead mouse.
Friday, September 11, 2009
R-R-Really
On this day, 5 years ago I was already thinking of you.
For a month I'd been. 5 years counting, true.
Rain days in our southern forest, smoke hued sunlight, one umbrella hun,
these days will always remind me of you, what I wanted to do,
Now they remind that every time we speak
New hate rolls off your lips like honey acid in my ear,
I'd be deaf if I could listen but instead I hear:
"days go by and still I think of you. days when I could have lived my life"
I think of you on days that end, and don't end in any particular way.
I think of you as I share my food, a butter, a bread, a bubble, a seed.
You're in every song and film I've ever seen
And in the cologne of men who read
and in all the eyes of sad strangers, your legs walk away and you're in the dancers,
your laugh scoffs the architecture of other cancers.... "days go by" but I don't feel them leave.
For a month I'd been. 5 years counting, true.
Rain days in our southern forest, smoke hued sunlight, one umbrella hun,
these days will always remind me of you, what I wanted to do,
Now they remind that every time we speak
New hate rolls off your lips like honey acid in my ear,
I'd be deaf if I could listen but instead I hear:
"days go by and still I think of you. days when I could have lived my life"
I think of you on days that end, and don't end in any particular way.
I think of you as I share my food, a butter, a bread, a bubble, a seed.
You're in every song and film I've ever seen
And in the cologne of men who read
and in all the eyes of sad strangers, your legs walk away and you're in the dancers,
your laugh scoffs the architecture of other cancers.... "days go by" but I don't feel them leave.
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