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A theory about our divided nature:
Back in the day, before our brains were divided into left and right cortical lobes, we would believe a thought that came from the right lobe to be the voice of God(s). This suggestion is itself indicative of that division; science rationalizing spiritual thinking.
It seems we aggrandize this schism in ourselves without conciously noticing it; indeed, we attribute it to the intrinsic structure of the universe. Even subatomic particles have equal and opposite anti-particles: for every neutron, a neutrino; every electron, a positron... throw in quantum entanglement and-
Tangent.
Point is, or rather, the Question: Is this division in fact an inherent constituent of the universe, or is it part of our system of filters for viewing that universe? Is it God that is divided, or is it our way of seeing the world, given our divided cortex? Do other creatures with divided brains see good/evil, right/wrong, good/bad, etc? Someone really has to figure out how to speak the language of whales and dolphins, if only to help us figure out who and what we are. God knows we aren't going to do it out of selfless self-interest. Too cost prohibitive.
Are particles and anti-particles the fundamental constituents of reality, or is it just that that's all we're able to see, given our set of senses and methodologies of thought?
Can you cite precedent?
When God gives you lemons, you find a new God.
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Wednesday, March 5th, 2008
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So if it's muttering you're not hearing
who is it that's doing the mumbling?
If I can't be bothered or held accountable
where is it that I'm supposed to headed?
I keep seeing these little specks of light... try staring at a snowfield sometime, and notice the swarming pattern of lights that will play upon your vision. It seems to be the made of the same "stuff" that teichopsia (migraine auras) are made of. I can see the light patterns even on concrete or asphalt... any expansive, monotonous surface. I can almost will it in and out of my vision, but it's hard to focus on in the distraction of the average panorama.
Occasionally, there will be a larger point of light that will "swim" through my field of vision, sometimes splitting in two. These are bright enough to intrude on my vision, regardless of what I'm looking at.
The entire phenomena seems to exist within the visual functions of the brain and not so much the eye itself; looking elsewhere carries the phenomena with the field of vision without shifting the focal point. However, I can't see this with my eyes closed. So, it obviously involves the eyes to a degree.
I've been fighting with recording my music lately. Finally having an operational recording computer, I've been forced to re-evaluate my writing processes. In the past, I've had band-members to consider, and so I often leave song ideas unfinished so as to allow others their due creative input. Having to do everything myself is simultaneously liberating and frustrating. Too many options lead to indecision.
Today I worked for two hours or so on a sort of bizarre tribal dance thing in 5/4 meter. I got frustrated with a part of it and to relieve some tension, wound up recording about six minutes of screeching noise to chop up, effect, and recombine into background texture. The framework is mostly laid out, but I'm not posting it until I'm finished recording everything and mostly satisfied with it.
Here's a couple minutes of the "noisescaping" for anyone who is interested: http://soundclick.com/share?songid=6334633
NOTE: This is abrasive as hell. Listen at your own peril.
As noted above, this is just background stuff to work with. I know there isn't any real harmonic or melodic value here. Just "enjoy" the horrific noise. If you chance to listen to any of the other stuff on that page, it's just effects demonstrations for music-nerd websites to which I belong. Again, not indicative of stuff I actually write.
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Thursday, February 21st, 2008
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I have a curse. I willingly submit to any scientific laboratory who wishes to test this, because I know for a fact that I am indeed cursed. Electronic equipment invariably develops a previously unheard of and bizarre fault when it is left in my presence for any sizable length of time.
I finally have internet service again, but the odyssey I had to embark upon to obtain said service would fill several volumes of text, so I'm not going into detail here. Perhaps in my memoirs...
Anyway, I'm back on the internet. Woo.
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Sunday, September 9th, 2007
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Monday, August 20th, 2007
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Monday, August 13th, 2007
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Thursday, August 9th, 2007
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Wednesday, August 8th, 2007
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Saturday, August 4th, 2007
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Being in a rock band is made of fail and gay. I don't even like rock music. What the hell am I doing here?
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Back again, one malfunctioning computer power supply later.
I swear, I have gremlins.
Back to wasting time and watching idly while any possibility of a "better" life passes me by.
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Wednesday, May 30th, 2007
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More blunt things, less sharp things.
Chop chop chop, smash smash smash.
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Wednesday, April 11th, 2007
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Today I learned that we have a bee shortage, and that's the most frightening thing I've ever heard.
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Tuesday, March 27th, 2007
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Saturday, March 24th, 2007
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It's sad that all these wonderful things have people to get in their way.
I'll find a way.
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...the bartender's name was Jesse, and he looked like Steve Albini; he had both a noise band and a string band.
The noise band was named "Whale ...", but I can't remember the second word.
Wine sneaks up on you.
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Negativity's purpose is to shape the flow of positive energy; not oppose it.
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