Monthly Archive for March, 2003

feeling factory

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on March 8, 2003
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i’m really not in any position to finish strong this quarter. two large papers and a final in the next week, and i’m just ready to give up.

ready to give up and spend my life paralyzed by good music, manufacturing whatever emotion i feel like having at the moment. though i would always choose just one: self-pity. there’s nothing like that particular emotion to lull me into thinking that all that matters in life, and i’ll that i’m good for, is listening to good music and feeling self-pity. it’s a magnificent circle, isn’t it.

someone tell me to shut up and go to bed.

GW

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on March 6, 2003
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the presidential news conference: why do i feel like he never directly answered a single question?

hit the close button

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on March 5, 2003
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i am glad that there is no way, in aol instant messenger, for people to tell how many times i’ve checked their away messages. if there were, i’m sure at least 10 would think i’m a stalker.

really, it’s a little game i play called “hit the close button!”. here’s how it works:

1. right click on a buddy’s screen name
2. click the button labelled “close” on the away message that pops up

the trick is to try and click on the close button in the very instant it becomes visible (meaning of course, that you told your finger to press down on the mouse even before the close button is visible. this requires knowing exactly where it pops up–a skill i’ve honed to a very fine degree).

between lp is launched

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on March 3, 2003
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today, 1000 Splendour Hyaline CDs arrived at my suite. i didn’t realize it would be such an exciting thing for these things to arrive, but as it turns out, i’m still grinning happily after ripping through the shrink wrap on the first CD to be opened.

the CDs more than met my expectations: chris’ fabulous design work came out in perfect detail, and there’s not a single thing wrong with the printing or the packaging. in fact i’m blown away by how clean it is.

the sound quality lost nothing in production, and as i sit here listening to the CD with a pair of decent headphones, i’m mildly shocked that we were able to put out something that sounds this good (in terms of quality–well, what the heck: in terms of whatever you want, i think it’s good)

thanks again to all of you who provided help with and inspiration for this project–you all rock!

now, to business: i’m sure a lot of you are wondering how to get your hands on one of these babies (and if you’re not, you should be), and i’d be glad to transfer ownership of a small number in exchange for a small fee (i’ve got to pay back my investors). if you live in stanford, the best way to do this is to talk to me. if you live in orlando or gainesville, i’ll be shipping a large quantity to each location, to be sold by my sister and my brother, respectively. if you live anywhere else, i’ll be setting up an online store, which will be accessible when splendourhyaline.com is launched. you can use this, but be warned that i’ll be charging more for the CD and for shipping online.

and don’t forget, for those of you in the area: there will be a CD release party show at the CoHo on thursday, march 13th!

disc on spin: between | splendour hyaline

josser’s nipples

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on March 2, 2003
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today i went to church twice.

today i actually had breakfast: 2 eggs and 2 pancakes, cooked to order in my eating club.

today i drove my new car around, pretending that i rock at driving stick and really wanting to listen to cake’s ‘going the distance’, or whatever.

today i sat in my shorts (and no shirt) outside our suite, skin staring at the sun, amazed at the gigantic differences in temperature that the wind makes, and wondering why josser’s nipples are so much bigger than mine.

today i read far too many pages of philosophy, about moral realism and intuitions as evidence for generative linguistic phenomena.

today i decided it was time to figure out life, love, and why.

today i came no closer to figuring out life, love, or why.

today i became more confused about life, love, and why.
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that’s why there is such a thing as tomorrow.

confusion dictates action which brings peace

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on March 1, 2003
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it’s hard to describe what my heart has been craving recently. i suppose that’s why i ran without stopping for 75 minutes today–clarity. something about the wind and sun, the hills and the undulating path, the green crowned with blue and white, erases all confusion. and something about the steady pounding of feet on dirt and cement restores reason and perspective. i had hoped that these things would give me the clarity i needed to see what is driving my heart these days.

unfortunately, the realization didn’t come with the sweat. the most i can say, then, is that it [the craving] is a “tightness of the heart; a hope, yet veiled…”

but for all that helps, i might have called it a veiled heart…you’d think something so internal and central to the self would be an open book to the one to whom it is immediate. instead, my heart surprises me daily both in its heights and depths–both in the clear sympathy it has and in its astounding capriciousness. i am surprised on occasion by its seasoned and discerning understanding of what is wise, and on almost every same occasion by its attempts to wriggle away from wisdom as fast as its little aortas can carry it.

it’s exactly this juxtaposition which, of course, has already been described:

["wellspring of life" <-- | --> "deceitful above all things"]

maybe, then, the simple answer is that i shouldn’t even care what my heart is mysteriously and ineffably craving? now that’s not very emo…

then again, it’s all about transcending emo…

virtual disc on spin: if i told you what i was listening to, you wouldn’t believe me.