but I love it. This won't count for one of my 365.
As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put besides his part
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharg'd with burthen of mine own love's might.
O let my books be, then, the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast;
Who plead for love, and look for recompense
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
O learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
From The Sonnets. I'm in a Shakesy mood of late.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Sometimes I make even myself uncomfortable.
Don't judge me.
Big booty numbah, fifteen!
Numbah fifteen, big booty.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Only, maybe, slightly rearranged...
Today I rearranged my room and moved a computer in here! I would post pictures, but so far the computer isn't recognizing my camera.
Big booty, numbah fourteen!
Numbah fourteen, big booty.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Snippet #1
I apologize in advance for the audio/video not being remotely synched. Not my fault.
Stone by stone, I build up my tower
To where I can be alone.
By the minute, by the hour
Building up into that vast expanse of nobody but me
Building up until the people down there grow to small to see.
Had a dream that your hair
Grew into curly red wings
And you went sailing by my window with a smile.
You beckoned me to join you up in outer space
Without our masks and silly voices for a while.
But I can't do anything but hope and dream
And wile away my time
And I can't make anything but fantasies
Where I am reckless in the safety of my mind.
In case it seems disjointed: there's supposed to be something in between the two verses, I just haven't written it yet.
The problem with this song is that I like the part about the hair so much that whenever I work on it, instead of writing anymore, I just play that much over and over.
I think I'll call it "Wings."
Stone by stone, I build up my tower
To where I can be alone.
By the minute, by the hour
Building up into that vast expanse of nobody but me
Building up until the people down there grow to small to see.
Had a dream that your hair
Grew into curly red wings
And you went sailing by my window with a smile.
You beckoned me to join you up in outer space
Without our masks and silly voices for a while.
But I can't do anything but hope and dream
And wile away my time
And I can't make anything but fantasies
Where I am reckless in the safety of my mind.
In case it seems disjointed: there's supposed to be something in between the two verses, I just haven't written it yet.
The problem with this song is that I like the part about the hair so much that whenever I work on it, instead of writing anymore, I just play that much over and over.
I think I'll call it "Wings."
Big booty, numbah thirteen!
Numbah thirteen, big booty.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Zehbrah!
Today I:
-Was picked up and provided with candy.
-Went to the zoo.
-Ate so much food.
-Hung out with a dachsund and a beagle.
-Hung out with a bearded dragon.
-Played and WON two rousing games of Sorry.
-Saw the Fleet Foxes' performance on SNL.
-Actually talked to someone I didn't expect to ever actually talk to.
-Finished The Almost Moon by Alice Sebold.
If these aren't accomplishments, I don't know what are.
In other news:
1) I am not surprised to discover that I have no idea what I want.
2) Squirrel monkeys are excellent.
3) Megan and I are going to be playing a show at the Dragon soon and you should come.
-Was picked up and provided with candy.
-Went to the zoo.
-Ate so much food.
-Hung out with a dachsund and a beagle.
-Hung out with a bearded dragon.
-Played and WON two rousing games of Sorry.
-Saw the Fleet Foxes' performance on SNL.
-Actually talked to someone I didn't expect to ever actually talk to.
-Finished The Almost Moon by Alice Sebold.
If these aren't accomplishments, I don't know what are.
In other news:
1) I am not surprised to discover that I have no idea what I want.
2) Squirrel monkeys are excellent.
3) Megan and I are going to be playing a show at the Dragon soon and you should come.
Big booty, numbah twelve!
Numbah twelve, big booty.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
I don't wanna do another fat song...
I think the final verse is pretty powerful.
Big booty, numbah eleven!
Numbah eleven, big booty.
Numbah eleven, big booty.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
MINDY SMASH
Today's creation was the next installment in the saga of Li'l Mindy, co-written by Kirsten and myself.
If you didn't see the night show from last Brown Bag, then you probably don't know who Li'l Mindy is, and should probably read Extra Special Holiday Surprise by Martin Gutfeldt first.
I'm not going to post it here because I don't want to spoil anything, but here is a preview:
NARRATOR
Okay. (He clears his throat uncomfortably and reads) Li’l Mindy presents… In association with… Li’l Mindy… The long awaited prequel to Extra Special Holiday Surprise… A work of non-fiction by Li’l Mindy: The Origin of All Them Stuffs.
Mindy takes her place center stage.
NARRATOR
In the beginning there was nothing. Then there was Mindy.
MINDY
MINDY SUHMASH!!!!
NARRATOR
But there was nothing around to smash. And so Mindy said:
MINDY
BE THERE LET… STUFFS!!!
NARRATOR
And drew from the void the Heavens and the Earth and all the celestial bodies. (Celestial bodies spin on from the wings) And Mindy saw that it was smashable.
MINDY
MINDY STOMP ON PLANUTZZ.
NARRATOR
But the planets felt no fear, and Mindy could not give chase. And so Mindy said:
MINDY
BE THERE LET AMINULZ!!
Animals of all shape and size enter. Mindy gives chase.
NARRATOR
And drew from the clay of the earth all the animals, and plants for the animals to feed on. And Mindy saw that it was chaseable.
MINDY
MINDY EETZ THU AMINULLLLLZ!!!
If you didn't see the night show from last Brown Bag, then you probably don't know who Li'l Mindy is, and should probably read Extra Special Holiday Surprise by Martin Gutfeldt first.
I'm not going to post it here because I don't want to spoil anything, but here is a preview:
NARRATOR
Okay. (He clears his throat uncomfortably and reads) Li’l Mindy presents… In association with… Li’l Mindy… The long awaited prequel to Extra Special Holiday Surprise… A work of non-fiction by Li’l Mindy: The Origin of All Them Stuffs.
Mindy takes her place center stage.
NARRATOR
In the beginning there was nothing. Then there was Mindy.
MINDY
MINDY SUHMASH!!!!
NARRATOR
But there was nothing around to smash. And so Mindy said:
MINDY
BE THERE LET… STUFFS!!!
NARRATOR
And drew from the void the Heavens and the Earth and all the celestial bodies. (Celestial bodies spin on from the wings) And Mindy saw that it was smashable.
MINDY
MINDY STOMP ON PLANUTZZ.
NARRATOR
But the planets felt no fear, and Mindy could not give chase. And so Mindy said:
MINDY
BE THERE LET AMINULZ!!
Animals of all shape and size enter. Mindy gives chase.
NARRATOR
And drew from the clay of the earth all the animals, and plants for the animals to feed on. And Mindy saw that it was chaseable.
MINDY
MINDY EETZ THU AMINULLLLLZ!!!
Big booty, numbah ten!
Numbah ten, big booty.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Since I figured out how to record from my keyboard...
...Serenade by Franz Schubert.
The keyboard kinda sucks, and I kinda sucked. We match.
The keyboard kinda sucks, and I kinda sucked. We match.
Big booty, numbah nine!
Numbah nine, big booty.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
You just don't get the art.
Big booty, numbah eight!
Numbah eight, big booty.
with just seconds to spare...
GAY!!!!!
Abraham Lincoln's Big Gay Dance Party was EXCELLENT.
The end.
The end.
Big booty, numbah seven!
Numbah seven, big booty.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Like a banjo in a case...
I recently was inspired by the book Bloomability to start keeping a dream-journal. The coolest thing about it is that I write the entries when I'm still half asleep, so everything that happened in my dream still seems a little bit real and incredibly important, but then when I go back and read it later after I've woken up, it's always the most ridiculous stuff. Just this morning I wrote one, and I'm pretty sure I was more asleep than I usually am while writing, because I think I wrote it in dream speak or something. Names have been changed for protection, but the rest is word for word.
Enjoy:
I was feeling flugged and drugged like a banjo in a case and was trying to articulate this to Chennifron. I think someone had put something in the food. I also gave Fricharius my old redundant school I.D. People were trading them like school pictures. Earlier I think Porthon was telling me about Amrein dumping Vanderboot for someone that reminded her of Chuman and I. We walked to Chuman's house, which was nearby, for some holiday.
In other news:
1) The following lyric has been floating around in my head for days, but didn't seem like an appropriate title for this post:
"I'll write this song to win your kiss, but stay asleep instead."
2) I'm seeing Abraham Lincoln's Big Gay Dance Party tomorrow. Yuss.
Enjoy:
I was feeling flugged and drugged like a banjo in a case and was trying to articulate this to Chennifron. I think someone had put something in the food. I also gave Fricharius my old redundant school I.D. People were trading them like school pictures. Earlier I think Porthon was telling me about Amrein dumping Vanderboot for someone that reminded her of Chuman and I. We walked to Chuman's house, which was nearby, for some holiday.
In other news:
1) The following lyric has been floating around in my head for days, but didn't seem like an appropriate title for this post:
"I'll write this song to win your kiss, but stay asleep instead."
2) I'm seeing Abraham Lincoln's Big Gay Dance Party tomorrow. Yuss.
Big booty, numbah six!
Numbah six, big booty.
Monday, January 12, 2009
I think I'll call it "Irrational"
The Choice:
To be safe or to be human?
Confronted with tragedy, logic takes over.
What's been lost?
Quantify it.
Objectify it.
You're irrational. Stop it.
Isolate the problem and make the incision.
Are you happy now that nobody's looking?
Are you anything now that nobody's looking?
Are you anything?
…
I'm safe here, sewn up inside my makeshift womb, but there are such lovely things outside. I miss the light, I miss the air, I miss the voices. One stitch can't hurt.
Just one…
…
The tears welled up and were met by the joy of a sprinter in the starting blocks:
This is it. I am human. Watch me live!
The final score: four droplets of water on the end of the nose,
one caught half-formed in the corner of the left eye.
There's some satisfaction to be had in improvement
(no matter how small).
To be safe or to be human?
Confronted with tragedy, logic takes over.
What's been lost?
Quantify it.
Objectify it.
You're irrational. Stop it.
Isolate the problem and make the incision.
Are you happy now that nobody's looking?
Are you anything now that nobody's looking?
Are you anything?
…
I'm safe here, sewn up inside my makeshift womb, but there are such lovely things outside. I miss the light, I miss the air, I miss the voices. One stitch can't hurt.
Just one…
…
The tears welled up and were met by the joy of a sprinter in the starting blocks:
This is it. I am human. Watch me live!
The final score: four droplets of water on the end of the nose,
one caught half-formed in the corner of the left eye.
There's some satisfaction to be had in improvement
(no matter how small).
Big booty, numbah five!
Numbah five, big booty.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
All that is gold does not glitter
The thirty second trumpet trio I made up is playable here!
Recorded on a keyboard since I can't play trumpet.** It goes along with the opening chords of Windowsill, though I don't know that the two mesh tonally.
The second draft of my thingamajig is viewable here!
It's not much different, generally just wording changes since I was half-asleep and clumsy when I wrote most of it, but I think the characters are more consistent now.
Two creations in one post! Impressed? Well you shouldn't be, since I've already skipped one day and am likely to skip many more.
In other news:
1) Comedy Sportz is incredibly fun. Everyone should go. And take me with them.
2) I need someone to play chess with.
3) American Gods is an excellent book. More on that later.
Recorded on a keyboard since I can't play trumpet.** It goes along with the opening chords of Windowsill, though I don't know that the two mesh tonally.
The second draft of my thingamajig is viewable here!
It's not much different, generally just wording changes since I was half-asleep and clumsy when I wrote most of it, but I think the characters are more consistent now.
Two creations in one post! Impressed? Well you shouldn't be, since I've already skipped one day and am likely to skip many more.
In other news:
1) Comedy Sportz is incredibly fun. Everyone should go. And take me with them.
2) I need someone to play chess with.
3) American Gods is an excellent book. More on that later.
Big booty, numbah four!
Numbah four, big booty.
**Note to self: learn to play your brother's old trumpet.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Missed a day...
...but have a short play to make up for it!
The rough draft is viewable here!
The rough draft is viewable here!
Big booty, numbah three!
Numbah three, big booty.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Just an anecdote...
So I've always thought the weirdest part about MySpace and Facebook are those friends that you have, not because you talk to them, but because you sort of vaguely know them, and don't want to make them think you don't like them by denying their friend request. And then even weirder is when they ask you how you've been and such, especially if you've never actually talked to them before.
I got one of those not too long ago, and did that thing where I'm like I'll think of something to say tomorrow... and then never actually think of something to say. It's happened before, and I didn't think much of it until last night when, during an emergency ghetto Safeway Craisin run, that very person was cruising the dairy section, ten or so feet in front of me. My options were to go say hi, catch up and shoot the breeze for a bit, or hide.
I chose to hide.
On the one hand, I felt pretty cool for being able to position myself at the perfect angle when they appeared at the check-out aisle next to mine so that their view of me would be obscured by the overweight cashier, but I also felt pretty stupid for being that averse to casual conversation. It shouldn't bother me to be friendly to someone I'm not quite friends with, since I spend time with people I'm not too fond of every single day, but for some reason I just wasn't in the mood to be smiley with someone who I have absolutely no feelings good or bad for. It seems like such a waste of effort.
Because of course, dancing around cashiers and stacks of on-sale items isn't a waste of effort at all.
Are other people ever this avoidant? Of me?
It also just makes me wonder how often I'm in a building with someone I know and don't even notice.
In other news:
1) I was creative and productive today, I just haven't finished anything and don't feel like posting snippets tonight.
2) Spontaneous scrabble games are pretty great, especially when I own with 48 points for "Equine."
I got one of those not too long ago, and did that thing where I'm like I'll think of something to say tomorrow... and then never actually think of something to say. It's happened before, and I didn't think much of it until last night when, during an emergency ghetto Safeway Craisin run, that very person was cruising the dairy section, ten or so feet in front of me. My options were to go say hi, catch up and shoot the breeze for a bit, or hide.
I chose to hide.
On the one hand, I felt pretty cool for being able to position myself at the perfect angle when they appeared at the check-out aisle next to mine so that their view of me would be obscured by the overweight cashier, but I also felt pretty stupid for being that averse to casual conversation. It shouldn't bother me to be friendly to someone I'm not quite friends with, since I spend time with people I'm not too fond of every single day, but for some reason I just wasn't in the mood to be smiley with someone who I have absolutely no feelings good or bad for. It seems like such a waste of effort.
Because of course, dancing around cashiers and stacks of on-sale items isn't a waste of effort at all.
Are other people ever this avoidant? Of me?
It also just makes me wonder how often I'm in a building with someone I know and don't even notice.
In other news:
1) I was creative and productive today, I just haven't finished anything and don't feel like posting snippets tonight.
2) Spontaneous scrabble games are pretty great, especially when I own with 48 points for "Equine."
Big booty numbah two!
Numbah two... sure, I guess this counts... Big booty!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Meta-painting?
Since he is this blog's namesake, I figured I'd start with something Boris-related.
This is my portrait of Boris working on his portrait of me.
Today's other accomplishments include creating this blog and starting a new song while sitting in Le Boulanger fuming over something insignificant. Later, I may post some unfinished snippets or first drafts of songs. For feedback, if I decide people should see this.
This is my portrait of Boris working on his portrait of me.
Today's other accomplishments include creating this blog and starting a new song while sitting in Le Boulanger fuming over something insignificant. Later, I may post some unfinished snippets or first drafts of songs. For feedback, if I decide people should see this.
Big booty, numbah one!
Numbah one, big booty.
365, give or take...
I was intrigued enough to start my own log of 365 daily creations or personal fulfillments. If I am persistent with it and happy enough with the results, this blog may eventually become public! Keep your fingers crossed, nonexistent readers.
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