Thursday, December 26, 2024

Creating, Becoming & Vegetables

    Been thinking (and talking) about creating recently (the past 5 minutes) and I think I'm gonna keep thinking on this page.

    In Lex Walton's THE SOUND ROCKER'S PRAYER she says a lot of well-thought bullshit that I meditate on. Mostly she talks about creating music, something that I aspire to do, but I think its thoughts are more widely applicable.

THIS IS NOT ABOUT: being "cool," being "uncool," having "no influences."

THIS IS ABOUT: the things we love.

 

    This is about the things I love. I think I've spent too much time consuming and not enough time creating. Creating is a sacred thing, that's why I'm doing this blog really. I'm trying to get more comfortable with creating things that are embarrassing, revealing, etc. and just do the act. How am I gonna make something not embarrassing if I don't embarrass myself a million times?
     

 

not everything needs to matter that much

That all being said here's a song I wrote about vegetables


there is no way to make the video not a short

Geography of Messes

    I take a lot of pics with my digicam (you know that)
    Typically faces or parties or nature sometimes but I secretly love taking photos of messes. I'd upload a plethora but the formatting on blogspot is horrendous, it's basically just google docs.


bingo night 10/11/24

    It's literally just a still life, that's part of why it appeals to me so much, but also that it is a great way of illustrating comfort, discomfort, intention and unintention (lack of intention?) I think it's neat where things will end up when we get drunk and care less, or when a mess becomes too uncomfortable to coexist with.

    A mess lives, grows, dies, and it's neat to see that lifespan because it differs from place to place. A mess in my room has a lifespan tenfold of one that lives in a common space, a mess's composition dictates how it is handled, the speed at which it's disposed of. Beer tour is its own social
institution.

Who cares? Me, it's my blog.





no tweetin

 i have decided/angel that i am/that i am above twitter
Don't tweet at me!/i will not see it through the clouds!

 

Reach me here or call me DO NOT TEXT ME IT DOESN'T WORK 

i don't have any commas on this keyboard so anywhere you see a / interpret that as a comma. Unless it feels that the slash has earned it's place. it's poetry/stupid.


i tried to start a neocities page back in November but damn/ if CSS isn't a bitch. if Lex Walton uses blogspot and if i'm trying to be/become/have sex with her/ then it's Blogspot for me.


here's me today and the state of my room




that's a messy room!


 

Train(x4)