The moon is so bright tonight that the sky around it is blue. You can't see any stars.
It occurred to me today that a disproportionately large amount of my dreams are located in the neighborhood of my old high school. Just recently I've had dreams in classrooms, hallways, the auditorium, and many of the streets adjacent. It's almost as if I've spent more time there in dreams than in reality.
That has made me realize that several significant things have taken place there, outside of school itself. My first date was there (homecoming dance), and my last "date" was there too, if you will. The very last thing Emily and I did before we found out that we were parents was watch 24th of July fireworks from the bleachers. It was my final moment of childhood before discovering that I was to have a child of my own.
I've been wondering about neutrons tonight. Seemingly, they're the Universe's dead weight. Why do we even have them? Sheesh. Electrons go around and do all sorts of crazy shit, and protons are so important that we keep meticulous count of how many are in an atom. But neutrons can just come and go. Doesn't matter. Sure, we'll keep track of your isotopes, but even then you're not as important as ions. So whatever, neutrons. Thanks for nothing.
Except atomic chain reactions. You do that for us. Without which, there would be no sun, and therefore no life. So, that's cool. But come on, don't you want to stand up and state your opinion, positive or negative, at least once in a while? You're not neutral, you're just apathetic.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
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Yeah, so it's been a while. All this introspective blogging did me some good to a point, but now what? I think I started to be conscious of my audience again, so hopefully this long hiatus after all that ranting will have driven most everyone away.
Ok, one thought - Doakes is the real hero of Dexter, seasons 1 and 2. He seems like a total asshole, but it's because he's such a good cop he can actually tell that there's something wrong with Dexter. When he thinks Dexter is a junkie though, he is supportive and cool. He tactfully tries to bring it up with Deb, which is how he finds out that the Narcotics Anonymous meetings were a front. He shoots the dude from the Taunton Macoute, but we see later that he was following orders. And when faced with a murderous ex-army ranger, we see that his principles are stronger than his emotions. He's a badass.
Another thing, I have to give up sugar. It's horrible for my body anyways, but now that I know that it's the source of my headaches, finally I have a strong motivation to kick the habit. So, in an odd way, these headaches may have just been one big blessing in disguise. A blindingly painful disguise.
I'm looking at upgrading to computer recording. It's been a long, tortuous process for me. Working my way up from the four-track cassette portastudio, briefly through 8 track cassette and digital portastudios, to the ADAT - now I think I'm finally ready. But goddamn. Computers are so hard to work with. I've been doing all the research I can into 24 bit converters with 96kHz sample rates. Or something. (I hope in 5 or 10 years I read this blog and those numbers seem astonishingly quaint.) But with all the shopping I've been doing, I think I'm going to have to go with the most ironic choice: use the audio interface my dad bought me back in 2002. I think there's even a blog either published on here or saved on my computer waiting to be re-revealed that concerns my distaste for computer recording. Distaste is putting it mildly, I think. But here's the thing. Now that I've worked with everything in an analog (or at least semi-analog) environment, I've built up an understanding of what each component is supposed to do. Hopefully the task won't seem so intimidating now.
At least I hope so. There's still a part of me that wants to keep my ADAT set up, and expand it so I can master CDs directly from it. But fortunately my budget keeps my humble, and I realize that this will never happen. I say fortunately because I know that moving to computer recording is something that I should have done a long time ago. (Like, say 2002?) Shut up parentheses voice.
I hope that my obsessions with college football and politics have been properly impaled by my disillusionment with them. Both are a waste of time, because they trump up the drama in order to obscure the fact that it's all a trick being played on us. This doesn't change my support of either the Utes or Obama. It's just, like, well... I don't need to listen to anybody else any more. And maybe I don't feel the need to convince anyone else anymore. Drama is intriguing, but serenity has always been my goal.
Ok, one thought - Doakes is the real hero of Dexter, seasons 1 and 2. He seems like a total asshole, but it's because he's such a good cop he can actually tell that there's something wrong with Dexter. When he thinks Dexter is a junkie though, he is supportive and cool. He tactfully tries to bring it up with Deb, which is how he finds out that the Narcotics Anonymous meetings were a front. He shoots the dude from the Taunton Macoute, but we see later that he was following orders. And when faced with a murderous ex-army ranger, we see that his principles are stronger than his emotions. He's a badass.
Another thing, I have to give up sugar. It's horrible for my body anyways, but now that I know that it's the source of my headaches, finally I have a strong motivation to kick the habit. So, in an odd way, these headaches may have just been one big blessing in disguise. A blindingly painful disguise.
I'm looking at upgrading to computer recording. It's been a long, tortuous process for me. Working my way up from the four-track cassette portastudio, briefly through 8 track cassette and digital portastudios, to the ADAT - now I think I'm finally ready. But goddamn. Computers are so hard to work with. I've been doing all the research I can into 24 bit converters with 96kHz sample rates. Or something. (I hope in 5 or 10 years I read this blog and those numbers seem astonishingly quaint.) But with all the shopping I've been doing, I think I'm going to have to go with the most ironic choice: use the audio interface my dad bought me back in 2002. I think there's even a blog either published on here or saved on my computer waiting to be re-revealed that concerns my distaste for computer recording. Distaste is putting it mildly, I think. But here's the thing. Now that I've worked with everything in an analog (or at least semi-analog) environment, I've built up an understanding of what each component is supposed to do. Hopefully the task won't seem so intimidating now.
At least I hope so. There's still a part of me that wants to keep my ADAT set up, and expand it so I can master CDs directly from it. But fortunately my budget keeps my humble, and I realize that this will never happen. I say fortunately because I know that moving to computer recording is something that I should have done a long time ago. (Like, say 2002?) Shut up parentheses voice.
I hope that my obsessions with college football and politics have been properly impaled by my disillusionment with them. Both are a waste of time, because they trump up the drama in order to obscure the fact that it's all a trick being played on us. This doesn't change my support of either the Utes or Obama. It's just, like, well... I don't need to listen to anybody else any more. And maybe I don't feel the need to convince anyone else anymore. Drama is intriguing, but serenity has always been my goal.
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