in several weeks i would like to host the following event:
intoxicación del niño
1. we will find the largest, steepest grassy hill in around.
2. everyone will buy and bring their very own Giga Ball.
3. everyone will race down the very large and steep grassy hill in their Giga Ball.
more details later...
how does something like this happen? im caught between feeling like an utter fool and incredibly excited...heres how it happened:
its lunch time. im organizing things on my flash drive. im putting on it some music ive downloaded from work to take home. and im putting it in my "music" folder on my flasher. well, in my flasher i notice this folder titled: "mystery album 1" ...*blank stare*... what the?
the "what the?" was slightly subsided when i remembered that i went through this phase of naming folders with "mystery album XX" ...long explanation, ask me on a road trip sometime...
i look in the folder and find the first music track: "01-elevator_music_192_aac_cbr." so i search my music song list for the word elevator. nothing matches. stumped. hmm. so i do the next logical thing: i import the album into my itunes library and Viola!!
this image appears with "elevator music" playing:
oh glory glory! to the highest! its the new Beck album, The Information. hot dang! i never knew i bought this! i never knew i even had this! ive never even listened to it! but ive been wanting it! (i have every other beck album ever made)
so here i am...listening to beautiful things for the very first time. its such an interesting thing to listen to music for the very first time. it does not loose its spark. a first kiss becomes a second. it never regains its glory. but each new album is like a kiss in its own. such sparkle.
i was going to leave work early. there is a horseless event tonight. did you hear? (but i might just have to sit here and finish listening to this album.
.pray for amelia.
people like to talk. they like to talk about things they think they know something about. and they like to add to it. as if they are adding a unique piece of information/fact/opinion on the subject that no one has ever added. even myself, as i write this am writing and thinking ideas that have probably been repeated. this is nothing new. but its all fascinating me right at this moment. why is this? why do we do these things? why do we even communicate in the first place? is it because we long for community? we long to be bonded to others and feel close? to feel as one? am i wanting you all, whoever you are, to read this and bind with me on some spiritual intangible level? or perhaps im hoping for the tangible, im hoping one of you will make note of these thoughts that theyre good, and ill be commended. recognized. ill be the first to introduce these thoughts to you, right? even though im unoriginal, and really im only made up of everyone else. i am not myself. bla bla. what am i saying? rubbish right? brilliance right? isnt it just a matter of interpretation? nothing make sense and everything makes sense. or does it. or does it not? have you ever seen i heart huckabees? one of my favorite parts of the film is this confrontation of a man who thinks he is "all that". and the confronters are trying to convince him he is not. he responds at the climax: "how am i not myself?" then the confronters respond: "how am i not myself" over and over and over. how am i not myself. how am i not myself. google the phrase "i think", you will get 332 million references. i dont even think that many people in the world have internet access. i think another idea is that people want to be right. i think they want to have the correct view, the correct interpretation. i think. or more they want their view to be the right one. and then, once the have a view formed, its like they shut off all other options. they defend. so then, one has to wonder if people like to argue. maybe the whole "people want community" thing is absolutely wrong. maybe people want to fight. maybe we are all warriors at heart and we passionately want to be passionate about something. but we go to our offices each day, or drive in our cars, or get high and play video games and our passion has no outlet other than what we surround ourselves with. so we get passionate about our jobs. we get passionate about being the best Halo 2 player. we get passionate about the girl or boy we are falling for. or maybe its all combined on a plate. resting upon a turtles back. and little kids swirl us around like peas and carrots and cry out because they want to eat brownies. or maybe we are all crazy. or maybe just one of us is. and surly im wrong. because there is always someone that thinks so. but im always right. because the chances that one of those 332 million "i think" phrases say what im saying. but can we really be right and wrong? ive been on a roll the last few weeks saying some terribly "wrong" things to people. i might as well keep the ball rolling. things are not as bad as you think they are. things are not as good as they seem. i am not myself. how am i not myself?
heres a bit that henry david thoreau wrote in his journal on may 4th, 1852:
Men are making speeches… all over the country, but each expresses only the thought, or the want of thought, of the multitude. No man stands on truth. They are merely banded together as usual, one leaning on another and all together on nothing; as the Hindoos made the world rest on an elephant, and the elephant on a tortoise, and had nothing to put under the tortoise.and here is something stephen hawking wrote in his book a brief history of time:
A well-known scientist (some say it was Bertrand Russell) once gave a public lecture on astronomy. He described how the Earth orbits around the sun and how the sun, in turn, orbits around the centre of a vast collection of stars called our galaxy.
At the end of the lecture, a little old lady at the back of the room got up and said: "What you have told us is rubbish. The world is really a flat plate supported on the back of a giant tortoise."
The scientist gave a superior smile before replying, "What is the tortoise standing on?"
"You're very clever, young man, very clever," said the old lady. "But it's turtles all the way down!"
i cannot even begin to describe the excitement ive just found myself in:
Low, one of my all time top ten bands. from duluth, mn. is releasing another record! oh dear. the band has been around for 15 years or so with two main members: alan sparhawk and his wife mimi parker. alan does vocals and guitar, mimi vocals and drums. originally the bassist was john nicholas, but he left and then zak sally was the bassist for years and years. after their last album, the great destroyer, zak left the band, and low fans everywhere were saddened. now, alan did come around an put out an album of him and his guitar stuff, but it just wasent the same.
until now.
they have a new album coming, this time with matt livingston as their bassist. the album is called drums and guns. you can listen to a song from it here, called breaker. its brilliant. its got the transcendent vocals, a beautiful chord progression on the organ, wondrous guitar lines, a little bit of clapping and some amazing drum beats being laid down. way to go mimi!
their myspace page
the album comes out on the 20th of march.
