HUGE weekend planned and tons of news expected for Monday. I hope not to disappoint, but I'm sure there's not much expectation to begin with anyway. There will be a large data dump on Monday regarding the fabulous, fiery weekend spent at Coachella. With a daytime high of 102 projected, one could expect to melt into the sand and never be seen from again. Imagine if you will, 50,000 people sweating and dancing in the same place in that type of weather. Now imagine you're in the middle of that group of people. Fun!
Some of the bands/musicians I'm looking forward to seeing:
BECK
Radiohead
Basement Jaxx
Paul Van Dyk
The Cure
Death Cab For Cutie
Ferry Corsten
The Flaming Lips
Air
The Pixies
Mmmmmmmmmmm....
Friday, April 30, 2004
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Would you believe that Blogger is currently offering its users the first chance to beta test Google's new e-mail service. They've been calling it "Gmail" for the time being, which makes it sound like some kind of ghetto-mail system, but is more appropriately named because it gives you 1 whole gigabyte of space. Awesome. I'm considering trying it out, but I'll be slightly paranoid for the time being. I believe like MS, Google can use your e-mail to send you advertisements and many other "offers" based on your interests. Well, this is all if you supply them your information voluntarily I guess.
Big News! I'm going to be taking an illustration class at Otis this summer. I may have mentioned it before, but I've been getting a yearning for some creative burning this year, and taking this class will be the first step. The price for taking the class is pretty expensive actually, but I think in the interest of trying to challenge myself creatively, it's something I'm willing to deal with. Even so, I'm very excited to have the opportunity to do this, as I haven't taken a real drawing class since before high school. Wow.
Speaking of creative yearnings. I've found with the TV off and music blaring, I'm more productive. Unless, of course, I'm writing, then I have to have complete and utter silence, or my thoughts will be drowned out by the lyrics. Too easily swayed by others words I imagine. While drawing though, music can be inspiring. What's more interesting is looking at what I've drawn during a song that's been playing. If it's melancholy, the drawing will be softer and more emotional, and if it's powerful, the lines are aggressive and the subject matter is antagonistic. Pretty fascinating. Makes me wonder what's really going on in my head while doing all this...
Big News! I'm going to be taking an illustration class at Otis this summer. I may have mentioned it before, but I've been getting a yearning for some creative burning this year, and taking this class will be the first step. The price for taking the class is pretty expensive actually, but I think in the interest of trying to challenge myself creatively, it's something I'm willing to deal with. Even so, I'm very excited to have the opportunity to do this, as I haven't taken a real drawing class since before high school. Wow.
Speaking of creative yearnings. I've found with the TV off and music blaring, I'm more productive. Unless, of course, I'm writing, then I have to have complete and utter silence, or my thoughts will be drowned out by the lyrics. Too easily swayed by others words I imagine. While drawing though, music can be inspiring. What's more interesting is looking at what I've drawn during a song that's been playing. If it's melancholy, the drawing will be softer and more emotional, and if it's powerful, the lines are aggressive and the subject matter is antagonistic. Pretty fascinating. Makes me wonder what's really going on in my head while doing all this...
Wednesday, April 14, 2004
Ah, the return of poetry, do we not love it so?
The Arrow And The Song
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
The Arrow And The Song
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
Monday, April 05, 2004
A sneak peek at some content you might see at the new site:
Conversation 3
[enter two young folks, high on life, and low on morals]
“I thought Bert and Ernie were just good friends.”
“Well popular urban legend says they’re gay.”
“That’s interesting. I never would have interpreted it that way when I was young.”
“We’ve all learned a lot since then, haven’t we?”
“I suppose…”
“Anyway, so news has it that our mutual friend has ran into a substantial sum of money.”
“Really now?”
“It’s been confirmed, straight from the source.”
“We’ll have to pay him a visit then, with gifts of course.”
“But then he’d think us uncouth and ingratiating.”
“Let him think that, as long as we feel good about it, it doesn’t matter.”
“Of course.”
“How did he come about this cash?”
“Rumor has it Vegas played a part.”
“He’s quite the gambler.”
“That he is.”
“Actually, it wasn’t through gambling, at least not from what I’ve heard.”
“Now that’s something else entirely, go on.”
“Ever the entrepreneur, he went to Vegas a few weeks ago with a banner idea. Bring all the cash he can, gamble large sums of money, and get comp’d for everything.”
“No mystery.”
“Not strange at all.”
“So what was his scheme?”
“Get comp’d. Then. Ebay.”
“Ebay?!”
“He was to auction all of his complimentary items and while making money gambling, he’d also make money for free.”
“Not entirely brilliant, I don’t imagine the hotel would take kindly to having their suite auctioned off by a private seller.”
“They didn’t.”
“Oh boy.”
“OK, so he bets all his money, sets up in a comp’d room, and attempts to place his first auction. Not two hours after he’s got people bidding up a storm for comp’d rooms, comp’d buffets, and comp’d car rentals. The hotel gets wise, a couple of phone calls later, he’s got a visitor.”
“Knock knock, right?”
“Exactly, he’s got Biff and Meathead at his door waiting to shake him down for more than lunch money and drink vouchers. They're waiting to feed him a four-course meal of busted teeth and bloody knuckles.”
“Ouch.”
“No kidding.”
“So how’d he actually run into all the money.”
“Believe it or not, he hides in the shower and makes it out down the service stairwell with only a few minor bruises. Lucky sonofagun. He makes it out of the hotel and hides in the only place he knows he won’t be caught dead.”
“Where in the world could that possibly be?”
“Ever hear of the Olympic Gardens?”
“Your kidding.”
“Not at all, second floor, all night. Strikes it totally rich by dancing up a storm.”
“Oh. My. God.”
“Yessir.”
“That’s some hard-earned, and desperately-earned cash.”
“All the more reason to take it off his hands, I don’t doubt that he’s more than willing to part with some cash than let that story be spread all over.”
“Right, it’s our friendly duty to help him in this matter.”
“Right, let’s go.”
[exit stage left….]
Conversation 3
[enter two young folks, high on life, and low on morals]
“I thought Bert and Ernie were just good friends.”
“Well popular urban legend says they’re gay.”
“That’s interesting. I never would have interpreted it that way when I was young.”
“We’ve all learned a lot since then, haven’t we?”
“I suppose…”
“Anyway, so news has it that our mutual friend has ran into a substantial sum of money.”
“Really now?”
“It’s been confirmed, straight from the source.”
“We’ll have to pay him a visit then, with gifts of course.”
“But then he’d think us uncouth and ingratiating.”
“Let him think that, as long as we feel good about it, it doesn’t matter.”
“Of course.”
“How did he come about this cash?”
“Rumor has it Vegas played a part.”
“He’s quite the gambler.”
“That he is.”
“Actually, it wasn’t through gambling, at least not from what I’ve heard.”
“Now that’s something else entirely, go on.”
“Ever the entrepreneur, he went to Vegas a few weeks ago with a banner idea. Bring all the cash he can, gamble large sums of money, and get comp’d for everything.”
“No mystery.”
“Not strange at all.”
“So what was his scheme?”
“Get comp’d. Then. Ebay.”
“Ebay?!”
“He was to auction all of his complimentary items and while making money gambling, he’d also make money for free.”
“Not entirely brilliant, I don’t imagine the hotel would take kindly to having their suite auctioned off by a private seller.”
“They didn’t.”
“Oh boy.”
“OK, so he bets all his money, sets up in a comp’d room, and attempts to place his first auction. Not two hours after he’s got people bidding up a storm for comp’d rooms, comp’d buffets, and comp’d car rentals. The hotel gets wise, a couple of phone calls later, he’s got a visitor.”
“Knock knock, right?”
“Exactly, he’s got Biff and Meathead at his door waiting to shake him down for more than lunch money and drink vouchers. They're waiting to feed him a four-course meal of busted teeth and bloody knuckles.”
“Ouch.”
“No kidding.”
“So how’d he actually run into all the money.”
“Believe it or not, he hides in the shower and makes it out down the service stairwell with only a few minor bruises. Lucky sonofagun. He makes it out of the hotel and hides in the only place he knows he won’t be caught dead.”
“Where in the world could that possibly be?”
“Ever hear of the Olympic Gardens?”
“Your kidding.”
“Not at all, second floor, all night. Strikes it totally rich by dancing up a storm.”
“Oh. My. God.”
“Yessir.”
“That’s some hard-earned, and desperately-earned cash.”
“All the more reason to take it off his hands, I don’t doubt that he’s more than willing to part with some cash than let that story be spread all over.”
“Right, it’s our friendly duty to help him in this matter.”
“Right, let’s go.”
[exit stage left….]
Saturday, April 03, 2004
Saturday morning is usually a time when I'll be eating breakfast, watching tv, and just relaxing before whatever big Event is occurring that particular night. For the past few weekends though it's been "Go go go!" both socially and professionally. Although harrowing, and sometimes stressful, it's become strangely enjoyable. Perhaps I'm learning to love being an engineer on some weird level? We shall see.
One thing that I have learned, however, is that I still enjoy being creative, or at least creating. Being in such a left-brained environment, the right has become starved and maybe a little emaciated, so it is with much pleasure that I've been trying to take time and write, perhaps draw, and sometimes I even get the yearning to pick up my saxophone again, if you can believe that. It's an awesome realization, in the sense that there's still a lot left that I have to learn creatively, and I think aside from the left-brain overload, it's the thirst for that knowledge that drives me. Don't be surprised if you see me picking up the sketch book more often, or hammering away at the computer trying to nail down an idea or two. And most of all, try and find something you like to create within your life.
One thing that I have learned, however, is that I still enjoy being creative, or at least creating. Being in such a left-brained environment, the right has become starved and maybe a little emaciated, so it is with much pleasure that I've been trying to take time and write, perhaps draw, and sometimes I even get the yearning to pick up my saxophone again, if you can believe that. It's an awesome realization, in the sense that there's still a lot left that I have to learn creatively, and I think aside from the left-brain overload, it's the thirst for that knowledge that drives me. Don't be surprised if you see me picking up the sketch book more often, or hammering away at the computer trying to nail down an idea or two. And most of all, try and find something you like to create within your life.
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