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10.3.02 - 2:02 PM
Music: Beyond The Pale - Pain Of Salvation Today is my birthday. Thanks to my family for all the food and random oddities. Thanks to Ryan FOR THE CRUNK PAIN OF SALVATION CD. Resuming crunk now. More later. 10.2.02 - 7:28 AM
Music: Reflection - Tool is playing in my head... I have a bad headache, and all my muscles are on edge. Could it be what I smoked yesterday? Everyone is sick, but I don't have any ailments except this weakness. I showed up thirty minutes late to work, but apparently no one cared. I leave in half an hour, and I plan to sleep. Please god let my roommate leave me alone. Fuck. I got a livejournal (can you guess my username?!). But I don't know how I'll use it. I got it because EMILY and HER WEIRDO NYQUIL-DRINKING ROOMMATE said I should get one. Really, though, this is my journal (of sorts). It is here where I explicate my daily thoughts, and at my OD where I conjure up any philosophical banter. I need to figure out someway of integrating the three....hmmm.... I've been staying up late working on anti-war matters, and now we have a page of relevant news sources (since the media is 'not objective', as my Philosophy/Religion professor related). You can view it here. That is all. My birthday is tomorrow, in case you all didn't think I didn't have one. Does anyone read this? 9.28.02 - 4:06 PM
Music: Perfect Blue movie score Perfect Blue is pure c-hit. Not as good as Akira, but I'm not taking c-hit right now anyway. I'll have to watch it again while under that influence. Well, my radio show didn't happen because the idiot on before me was too stupid to realize that she HAD THE KEYS TO THE DOORS AND THUS I COULDN'T GET IN THE BUILDING. Somehow she still expected me to get her her ID card? Yeah, cause obviously I can transcend matter. Look, I'm not THAT crunk. Dillinger fucking rocked. They were amazing. The venue was fucking nice, too. The first band, The Icarus Line, I don't know how to describe them. They looked like a darker/emo/screamo version of the Black Crowes and the singer was skinny and moved like a rigid Elvis on crack. He screamed pretty well, but their music wasn't my style. As for Dillinger, there was pure crunk. I think the best way to sum it up was as the lights when down and the feedback started up, everyone started yelling and clapping. The climax was when a random guy said "UNLEASH THE FURY!!!!" and they started the onslaught with Sugar Coated Sour. They played a bunch of newer stuff and were jumping all around up on the amp stacks, and for the last song (43% Burnt), Greg the singer had a torch and a mouthful of alcohol. It was then I decided the pit was calling my name. I think I may have hit some emo kids in the head, and boy were there a lot of them. The dance/mosh styles of the kids there ranged from kung-fu ninjas to break-dancing to primate-like arm swinging. As I told my acquaintance Keith, "gotta love the emo." Gotta love it. 9.27.02 - 4:17 PM
Music: Existence - Aghora is playing in my head.... Quickly, here. 9.26.02 - 10:51 PM
Music: Sublevels - Meshuggah I activated myself this week in order to help informing others about the U.S. want of an attack on Iraq. There was a meeting concerning the matter Tuesday night (formed Tuesday afternoon) that drew a crowd of over 50 people. Since then, I attended some other meetings of the same matter, and they decided our group matter should be Think Again. I developed a scathing flyer of sorts of information condemning the U.S. government through its past actions. Congress votes Saturday on the matter, and if they plan on attacking, I will be burning the flag that's in the back seat of my car. Because I am a rebel like that. I had to work yesterday morning at 6 AM. Three hours of sleep is fun. I don't know how, but I stayed up 'til 2 AM and still wasn't tired. I hung out with Dan & Rohan a bit last night (thus why I was up), and then somehow I ended up hanging up with some strange upperclassmen that I had wanted to know. Rufus, Tom, Jesse, Jen, Catherine, Bob, and Dan (who is in my class). We talked about a lot of stuff, philosophy and random other crap. Rufus was listening to Botch, which is this technical hardcore band, and it was very interesting. It was actually the reason that I stumbled upon their gathering... that and the fact that Jen looks uncannily like my friend Roz. I'm still uncomfortable living here. I think I've made lots of acquaintances, but no one I can really talk to just yet or who shares my interests. Dan and I seem to be bonding well, but I'm still looking for someone who I can talk to freely... Tomorrow is my radio show [7:30 - 9:00 PM], then I'm going to see The Dillinger Escape Plan. Check back and I'll put up the webcast address if you want to listen. 9.23.02 - 8:56 PM
Music: Belief - Neurosis I'm trying to type up a certain exposition of mine about clairvoyance. Unfortunately, the posting source is being a bitch and will not let me update. At least I have them saved to my desktop, but nevertheless I am about to slaughter some people. I dislike having a roommate very much. Not that I dislike my roommate, but I am a secluded person. I NEED TO BE ALONE SOMETIMES. I don't like the fact that I have no place to call my own, or it is only mine when no one is there. Is there no place that I can traverse as a sanctuary for myself? This very much annoys me, as well as the fact that I have to sleep by a window that enjoys giving me much unwanted light at 7 AM. Also, my roommate tends to keep the light on at inopportune times (like when it is obvious that I am in bed). Seriously, when it's 2 AM and you want to read, go to the empty commons room down the hall, and make sure to TURN OUT THE LIGHT. Jesus. Being light and sound sensitive is bad. Our schedules don't mesh well. Is it so hard to be left alone? My radio show starts on Friday. I will be trained later this week and then after the show I am going with some friends to see The Dillinger Escape Plan. That should be fun. Elsewise, that is mostly all. School is easy. I do more work for myself than for these people. And now, I am out. 9.20.02 - 11:20 PM
Music: End Of The Harvest - Neurosis I was invited by my bandmate Ryan to do vocals for his side-interest, The Kolios Project. This should be interesting, if I can get myself together enough to do some proper vocals. I've got some ideas scrambled around, I just need to extract them. I'm working briefly (currently) in the computer lab, and hopefully I'll be up for a while after my shift ios over at midnight. I don't feel like going to be early. Oh well. If not one is up, I can play bass and practice some lyrical ideas for music. It's hard to sing here, what with me being neurotic and people constantly being around. I just need to get over myself. Or, get a CD player and wander in the woods to practice. It still is hard to scream without having people think there's something wrong. Oh well. I need a pencil. Anybody got one? 9.18.02 - 4:25 PM
Music: Whale & Wasp - Alice In Chains is playing in my head... Everyday it seems I wake up and feel like I don't belong. It's worse now; I haven't connected with anyone here and I feel like I'm in a completely different realm than everyone else. My thoughts are all obscure and complex, and things just don't seem to be working out. Somehow I'm just not connecting and I haven't the slightest clue what to do about it. I almost feel like just not talking to anyone at all ever. I secured a radio show time slot on Fridays from 7:30 - 9:00 PM so I can broadcast stuff that no one wants to listen to. They say the streaming media is for "Goucher students only" but I'll give anyone my email/password if they want to listen to it. I will also be making tapes (yes Natalie, TAPES) of my shows. I'm not quite sure why. Probably just to annoy anyone who has the misfortune of being around me when I play one. I probably wouldn't want to hear myself either, though, so who knows. Maybe this radio show will give me something to focus on. I feel so blank... Finally, I have an exam in Cultural Anthropology tomorrow which I'm guessing (since the material is so blatantly easy) will go off without a hitch. I would like to relate the sentiment now that I need more work. I'm so god awful bored here. 9.17.02 - 8:39 AM
Music: The Three Great Stimulants - Joni Mitchell Well, when you sleep next to a window that likes to let light pervade all up in your face, you tend to get up about 7:00 AM. It's only times likes these where you actually get OUT of bed. Um, well, I've worked (if that's what you want to call it) 9 hours this week, so I'll probably get a check for 40 bucks soon. Hooray, I guess. Some money is better than none. I have to go to a meeting tonight at 10 about the radio stuff. Hopefully everything will go all right. Eh... I need to figure out something productive to do with my time, like finish all the semester school work immediately. Really, there's not much else for me to do. I'll suppose I'll browse for music theory studies and try to instill some of that knowledge within me. Does it seem strange to anyone else besides me that I have a weblog? 9.14.02 - 1:25 PM
Music: When A Dead Man Walks - Lacuna Coil So, I think I might get a radio show here. That'd rock the casbah. I sent in an entry telling them I'd probably be playing progressive/technical types of music, including the ever strange "math rock," as well as strange examples of ambient, jazz, experimental, noise, etc. If all goes well, I'll get to broadcast my signal for an hour and a half a week and there should be streaming web feed of it, for all you people who are all over the place that I know. It should be interesting. I'm looking over my music selection and drooling... Eh, I went to a party last night with Dan and drank and sat around. Talked to this cool guy Paco about experiences with deja vu, music, drugs, the future, the universe, etc. Kidney Thieves, Dillinger & Mike Patton, MDFMK. Cool stuff man. He's having a party tonight that Dan & I will be attending so that will be cool. And I stole a fire extinguisher. Whoops. Lacuna Coil is very interesting. It borders hard rock/light industrial/metal/alternative. Their female vocalist has a wonderful voice and I really enjoy this CD. You can expect to hear them on my radio excursion. I'm done for now. 9.11.02 - 9:11 PM
Music: Transfixion - Meshuggah Well, classes were easy as always. I turned in my Utilitarian essay early, since the professor said it was okay. I didn't have the heart to say I already finished the Contract Response essay already (which isn't ddue for two weeks. See how bored I am? Eh. Something is wrong with you when you write an essay for english and end up criticizing the textbook. What else? Not much. I should branch out more and try to find some interesting people. I should also attend to some homework, since I don't have enough money to buy some of the books that I currently should be reading. 9.9.02 - 8:39 PM
Music: Broken Heartbeats Gathered And Rebroadcast - The Cancer Conspiracy I'm working in the computer lab right now. Job-wise, I mean. My hours are pretty sparse (I'm only here now cause this guy I know wanted to go to Fencing class), but hopefully they'll pick up. With these fast computer connections, I've been subjecting myself to The Cancer Conspiracy from their music on their site. It's really beautiful ambient, jazzy, 70's rock type music with a lot of progressive elements. And they said nothing beautiful ever came out of metal and hardcore. Silly planet. Ehh, so I finished another essay last night for philosophy class that isn't due for 2 weeks. See how bored I am? Oh well. Maybe if I make some money I can buy some musical stuff. I'm dying to create here. What else? A funny note on the subject of my philosophy class. Otherwise, I guess I'm done. Wish me luck in life. 9.8.02 - 1:05 PM
Music: Dial: Revenge - Mogwai Trying to wake up. I'm still half asleep after breakfast and black coffee. Mmm. I hung out most of yesterday with these guys Dan & Rohan. We listened to music and were gonna go to a party around 11, but really didn't get there til 12 something. We smoked and later filled up my car, met up with people and smoked some more. I'm already having trouble remembering names; one or two is fine, but 7 one day and 6 the next is a bit harsh on my system. Oh well. We watched Blazing Saddles and part of Ghostbusters. Why? I'm not quite sure. We drank and finally got back around 3. I'm still looking for a job here, and hopefully I'll pick up on something soon, as I am quite intent on pursuing certain musical interests of mine. For now, though, I am off to continue with Mogwai and I will speak with you all later. 9.7.02 - ??:??
Music: |-| - Tribes Of Neurot I met a lot of people today and yesterday. I have again branched off into several niches, most still not being completely my own, but that is schizo me for you. Being asked by drunk people who stumble in your room while you're playing bass to ask about music and if you smoke pot. Who could resist venturing out in such a situation? Not I. I never knew I would meet up with such political radicals, instilling so much more fear in me. The stuff of the world that I had left behind. The detrimental consequences of the horrid state of the world today. And here I am, off being a philosopher; most recently delving into theosophy. I wonder, will such be my place in society 15 years from now? Who will I be? What will I be? Will I shape anyone's life? Do I stand to lead, or merely to follow? Will I, can I follow through with myself? Am I born to destroy in order to recreate? What am I? Will I sacrifice love for trying to stand up for others? All I know is tomorrow I will be looking for musical talent, in hopes of discovering some sort of musical experiment. I will think philosophical thoughts, and explicate them into my random paper scribbles and open diary. I will read my latest discoveries of Novalis and J.J. van der Leeuw. I will do homework before the world ends. Because, in reality, what else can I do? 9.3.02 - 9:09 PM
Music: Zeta 1 Reticuli - Fredrik Thordendal's Special Defects Yeah, so my body is trying to make me have the full blown flu, but fuck you body! I'll stab you before I let it happen you worthless sack of flesh. How dare you. People here don't know about hygiene. No wonder they get sick. COVER YOUR MOTHERFUCKING MOUTH, DIPSHIT. Christ, I'll punch in your face if it happens again. Fucking bastards. I ate lots of hot sauce and drank grapefruit juice as well as a few shots of red wine vingar. Mmm. Pure heil. I think I'll just burn it all out of my system tonight. I don't have much else to say, so goodbye. 9.3.02 - 9:09 PM
Music: When Good Dogs Do Bad Things - The Dillinger Escape Plan with Mike Patton is playing in my head... Well, college life has still remained boring. Blah, I have nothing to do. Hopefully I'll be obtaining some amigos through my classes or something, because I don't exactly seem to mesh to well right now. But at least I have school spirit! Go Gophers! Thanks to Ohgr, ex-Skinny Puppy mastermind for that one. I think I'll put it on a t-shirt. I need a job so I can buy some v-drums, cause there is little else for me to do. I do homework, wander around, eat, and play music. That's about it. Help me escape. 9.1.02 - 6:19 PM
Music: Peel This Strip And Fold Here - Candiria So, I bought 3 CDs today. I bought Porcupine Tree - Metanoia, Candiria - The Coma Imprint, and The Dillinger Escape Plan with Mike Patton - Irony Is A Dead Scene. So far, I've listened to the DEP/Mike Patton CD, and it is very much a hybrid of both of their musical styles. The Candiria CD is very good, too. I really like their musical styles and the sound quality seems to be very good. I haven't heard the Porcupine Tree CD yet, but I'm sure it'll be quite an ambient original experience, knowing them. These should tide me over musically for a while.... but knowing me, probably not. Heh. I cut off all my hair today. Nothing left except 1/2 inch of soft fuzz. I can see now, so that's a good thing. The utilitarian aspects of the haircut shine through, but I have a secret agenda: to appear Russian. As my hair grows out just beyond it's buzz, it will become slightly disheveled. At this point in time, I will be manifesting a scraggly beard and I will get crunk for paranoia, convulsions, and delerium. Thanks, Dostoevsky. =) |
