I give up
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Building the Dream Weapon
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
What Does Anything Mean? Basically
A few words that have crossed my path lately, all simultaneously positive/negative, romantic/depressing, thrilling/mundane.
Voluptuary - a person whose life is given over to luxury and sensual pleasures; a sensualist
Wistful - pensively sad or melancholy OR full of wishful yearning (I strongly prefer the latter)
Anachronistic - one that is out of its proper or chronological order, especially a person or practice that belongs to an earlier time
Birth
Been working through the NEO CONS record layout for the past month or so, and I'm happy to report that it's finally complete and in my hands. Some things I have learned:
1) Expressing a concept through images is really challenging, especially for someone like me who deals in words. But it can also be a rewarding exercise because it forces you to relinquish control over language and replace it with something that speaks for itself.
2) Embrace the process! Not just the result.
3) I'm surrounded by some infinitely creative people who helped me work these ideas out, both in my head and on paper. THANKS
1) Expressing a concept through images is really challenging, especially for someone like me who deals in words. But it can also be a rewarding exercise because it forces you to relinquish control over language and replace it with something that speaks for itself.
2) Embrace the process! Not just the result.
3) I'm surrounded by some infinitely creative people who helped me work these ideas out, both in my head and on paper. THANKS
Monday, March 21, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Meet Your Maker
It seems retro soundtracks are a (the?) big thing now; yet another product of popular culture's quest to regurgitate everything cool over the last 40 years. Though Umberto is fucking shameless and Solar Bears sometimes reeks of stale Air, I'm convinced that if the right music people hook up with the right film people, it could spell awesome new frontiers in the amalgam of sight and sound.
Behold:
Behold:
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Amen
And what he yearned for at that moment, vaguely but with all his might, was unbounded music, absolute sound, a pleasant and happy all-encompassing, over-powering, window-rattling din to engulf, once and for all, the pain, the futility, the vanity of words. Music was the negation of sentences, music was the anti-word! He yearned for one long embrace with Sabina, yearned never to say another sentence, another word, to let his orgasm fuse with the orgiastic thunder of music. And lulled by that blissful imaginary uproar, he fell asleep.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Scavenging
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
For Mom (on your birthday)
To my dear mumsie
I hope you're having funsie
On this mystical, magical day
Eat a cupcake
Or have Dad grill you a steak
And be sure that he does not delay
If the weather is nice
Bring the cat (and the mice!)
For a leisurely walk in the sun
And when you are back
Treat yourself to a nap
And tomorrow return to step one
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