the trend is the lower case these days. sometimes we choose not to use a period (but then how do we seperate thoughts?)

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perspective is the name of the game, and the train of thought. shrink away from the big picture--if only to see it better. power to the individual, eternity to the community. lower case.

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focus

bells ringing. phones vibrating. clocks ticking. the machinebody plods forward.

are you awake?

Transported

I was reminded today of the absolute power over recollection music has; it's nearly like that of a perfect aroma. I was listening to Count Basie as I was working on a research piece, when all of a sudden a cd from my childhood came on (if I get enough responses, then I might tell you what it was, but otherwise I'll just call it a guilty pleasure).

Amidst my research and synthesizing of information--

I was transported, through time and space, immediately into my father's car, reading the second of the Harry Potter series (and some memories also of another favorite, the Winds of Mars). I have quite a few good memories of that music, that silver acura, two great books, and my father. It could sometimes be a long ride home each Wednesday.

I might put my iTunes on shuffle sometime, just to see what journeys I might readventure in past...

It also shows how much of a control freak I am. I know exactly what is coming through my speakers at all times, and what will come through them next. The unexpectedness of this event though--that's what made it real.

etc.

"well love is a slop-bucket and we are the children of awareness but our courage has yet to manifest itself within our floating community ... we put down the merchants, the [bs'ers], the hustlers and we sit around and it's all the same and there's nothing new under the sun and free food seems a long time gone because we're playing the game of the 1930's we're the new cry babies and james dean's tears have finally taken root in a shallow weak kneed series of cabals which expect someone to take care of their livin'. some revolution"

~From  "about time we started doin' our own livin' and diein'"

Printed by the Communication Company on April 20, 1967

Well, I'm trying an experiment. I changed my major, from music to history/english. We'll see how I feel at the end of the summer. If I can't bear it anymore, then I know I made the wrong decision. If I'm excited about it, then I know I made the right decision. Then we'll go through the semester and take stock of how my life is either in shambles or not then. I love music. But music is not greater than life.

I am never going to finish this history paper...

The Institution

The creativity has been fully stifled, my percussion instructor warned me about this. Once I was more extroverted, more personable...more. I'm taking measures to find the spark again; we'll see how it goes.

One Day I'll Be Able to Fully Understand

The sea, to list, like a boat upon the ocean, we so wistfully drift.