The Silent Meow (rough draft)

Chapter 1

     "What the hell are you looking at?"

     He had a procedure for these types of things which consisted of trying to pretend like he had not heard them at all.  Whether it was a horn honking or someone yelling, "Hey!", whenever he had looked in the past it was always the case that it was never intended for him.  He was tired of being a fool about it.  No more looking meant no more looking like a fool, so he struggled against instinct to stick with it.

     Besides, he was wearing his sunglasses and no one would be able to tell what he was actually looking at, that was the point.  That way he could keep his head pointed straight ahead and get away with looking at whatever he felt like with impunity.  You may imagine.  So he was doubly sure that whomever was yelling could not be yelling at him.

     He surreptitiously turned his eyes to where he thought the outburst had come from, up the street and on the opposite side where there was a parked car with a man standing in the crook of the open passenger door.  This man was also wearing sunglasses and it was equally impossible to know just where he might be looking.

     He continued up the street pretending that he had never even noticed, very cool, yet readying himself, just in case.  He was on his way home from work, the same route in reverse that he had taken both to work that morning, back to work from lunch, and exactly the one he had taken home for lunch earlier that day.  It was a very level, straight line from one to the other.  In fact, he could see his destination from the far end of the start of either.

     And this led as usual to his pondering the monotony and tediousness of the walk itself.  If only he could simply get there without the time between, he would gladly still exert the effort, but something definitely seemed wrong to him about it all.  It's not like he remembered what he had been thinking about once he arrived, and since time spent thinking was lost in the end what else was there but the same striding over and over to finally get there and back?  What was the point? It seems like it would be just as well if he went from point to point immediately, leaving off all of the pointless time and thoughts that went by on the journey.  Cut to the chase, as it were.

     As he stepped off a curb he was run over by a car.

     He was pretty sure that he heard a voice, most likely the driver, say, "Motherfucker."

Shoots

Fleurs

The Silent Meow (rough draft)

Prologue

     There was something and there was nothing, mostly so as to give definition to one another, since if everything were something it would be nothing of note and if everything were nothing that would certainly be something.

     The problem was that something "became" aware of itself while nothing remained unaware of not having a self.  This awareness was "followed" by curiosity, "then" loneliness, and "finally" boredom.

     (It must be noted at this point that because time had yet to become a phenomenon all words that seem to reference a progression of said are here in quotes in hopes of confusing things as much as they truly were confused.)

     Since this state of affairs was seemingly permanent, having always been and therefore was always to be, and since something could not rid itself of its cursed awareness, it "began" to strive for nothingness, which takes one back to the first statement above indicating its impossibility.  Yet the efforts "continued" as something found itself able to, through a focus of awareness, cause part of itself to dissipate to near nothingness with the amount of seeming nothingness determined by the quantity of effort used to fling the something bits further and further apart, leading to a better simulation of the intended result.  The added bonus was that it seemed that some of the awareness went as well.

     "Eventually" the skills had been honed and the inevitable occurred as something did its best to become nothing by scattering as much of itself as far as it could, hoping to not only be nothing but also to forget that it had ever been otherwise.

                                          boom

One From The Hill

Another Bad Camera Pic

I'm fascinated by the artistic bent of this algorithmic take on visual reality.

As Promised

I wrote this song when I was nineteen.  It was played first by Erosion Theme Park and then Senior Supermonster.  

I've never spent this much time on a mix before. It's been three weeks or more of mixing followed by listening on computer and then mp3 player both via headphones and in the car followed by mixing again and around and around.  There are still some whomps when the vocals, bass, and kick all clash together in the low end but I could not figure out how to get rid of them so there they stay.  I've got to let this one go:

Sell music on itunes at ReverbNation.com

Another Hike

I tend to just choose a destination and go for it.  I have no idea beforehand how tough it might get, nor do I know what my breaking point is, though I consider it a lot on these treks.  I have yet to hit it.  This one took me to 2,178 ft.  It was a fine day with some long distance views:

And of course there were some bad pictures taken as well:

If you look closely you will see that these pics were taken in the same two spots, a kind of good camera versus bad experiment.

Old Pics

With little else to do or post I decided to tackle some old pics that I will eventually be posting on fb:

Here's me and my older brother at Disneyland in the early '70's.

And here's my dad.

Train?

Redo

I finally hunkered down with the Senior Supermonster site this weekend and did what I had to.  The hover-buttons that I had been so enamored of and had used throughout the site were always somewhat of an issue, with the viewer usually having to convince their browser that it was OK to allow them to function.  Now it seems Microsoft has discontinued support for them altogether due to security concerns, and if you are at all familiar with that company, hearing about their concern for security might elicit a chuckle.

It had been a really long time since I had bothered to do much with the site, seeing as how the band dissolved and the whole thing is now back to being a concept of mine.  When I did create the sight I went about it in a very odd fashion.  First, I bought a book about html, read a little of it, and then put it where it still sits tucked away in some corner.  I then downloaded some free software and went about taking the idea in my head and forcing it into a webpage form.  It was all based on the early CD-ROM games that had come out with direction buttons and sounds and such.  It was fun while it lasted but they've shut the doors now, not unlike what happened to those CD-ROMs, and I've been forced to change.

So I downloaded another bit of software and this time had to work outwards from what I had done previously, actually getting into that source code and deleting what had to go and sticking in what could work.  It's even less elegant than it was before but what the hell.  I archived all of the old pages that I wanted to keep and ditched the stuff that no longer applied.  I put a new front page on there to make it seem like there is construction in progress but that's kind of over at this point, until the next motivation comes along.

Then as I pondered this post I realized that I had spaced the real reason that I had even bothered.  I wanted to get widgets for both my Soundcloud and ReverbNation accounts on there in preparation for finally letting go of this track that I've been working on for longer than I can actually recall. That should be emerging soon with a direct link right on this blog, so stay tuned whomever might be currently tuned.

Wups Work

I was suddenly motivated to follow up on my meme idea yesterday and managed to stretch it progressively across a few different media types:

And here, for the first time ever is my very own animated GIF: