Dialogues, part one

“There are a lot of choices out there, dude. I want to do all this stuff but…”

“So what? You’re not happy focusing on one or two things?”

“Well, no. I’m afraid, SUPER afraid of what I’d be missing.”

“Like what?”

“Like…watching my brain develop under different settings. I like having epiphanies. Would having epiphanies in science be as cool as having epiphanies in music? Or vice versa? I just feel like part of me has drifted away from music, towards something else.”

“What is the something else?”

“I don’t know! That’s what’s driving me nuts.”

“That’s too bad. You’ll be a drifter then.”

“Shut up.”

“No, I’m not kidding. You’ll seriously be a drifter.”

“…okay, well is that so bad?”

“Is it? Will you regret a lifetime of unfinished goals, projects, commitments?”

“Man, I hate you so much.”

 

 

pear william

Original piece (with help from Kaija). I try to copy Bach and, well, that shit is hard.

George

This is a piece I wrote (with help from Kaija Matiss) and I’m playing it solo with the wurlitzer and wah.

short blues

Me with my wurlitzer and wah pedal. Sweet. (at my other blog or here)

Who wants some? (ginger beer, I mean)

This stuff:

Is so delicious it makes me constantly question whether it might be part of some higher plane of human enlightenment.

I mean it.

This is my second batch of awesome cool homemade ginger beer. As you can see, I’ve stepped it up by buying some real 16 oz bottles (and some tools to make it easier to make, but that’s more interesting for me), rather than using old booze bottles. I have a lot of old booze bottles.

This was another trial run really…I recorded what I bought in relation to the yield it produced, and I ended up making a ton more ginger and lemon juice than I needed for just this batch. I put those four bottles under my sink and that’s where they’ll be for two days…until Monday at 10pm. (unless the glass ruptures due to carbonation, at which point I’ll find the nearest ugly/ignorant child to sacrifice).

I’m starting to make ginger beer infused with fruit — one of the bottles I made is infused with mango, and I’m planning on making a batch infused with apples and another batch with plums. If you’re interested in getting in on some of this, let me know. I play piano too, so if you’re a lady and haven’t figured out how to have consistent orgasms (turning into a guy helps a lot), just imagine sitting there drinking my ginger beer while listening to me play. Its okay baby, I know, I know.

Silly Things that Silly People Do

I dated this girl once who I had frequent political discussions with. This was back before I knew how stupid it is to jeopardize any kind of good relationship by invoking politics in a discussion of ideas. There was one particular issue that came up where we diverged quite a bit, and she said something that threw me. She said:

“…I don’t know if I can date somebody who thinks that [insert touchy political subject] is not/is okay.”

She didn’t say, “You’re an idiot, why would you think that? That’s ridiculous,” or “I can’t believe you…what’s wrong with you?” or “What the fuck have you been smoking? Maybe I’M the one who is not explaining myself properly here.”

What’s my point? All those criticisms look pretty identical, hers and my versions.

They’re not. When she says “I don’t know if I can date somebody who x, y, z…” she’s basically looking at the issue as if her identity is really the thing at stake here, not the fact that I might be an idiot. She interprets my diverging opinion not as an actual opinion worth having (or not having) based on the quality of logic or empirical verification presented, instead she immediately sees it as an affront to a particular identity she’d like to have or maintain…because…she’s

in a relationship with me, and her association with me reflects on her and how others view her. At that point in time she happened to have been surrounded by friends, family, and a group of people whom she felt knew her by her association WITH me: within the tribe, she had established herself. She wasn’t upset with me necessarily, she’s upset because now (in her eyes) others may see her as the type of girl who dates ignorant dickheads.

I will reiterate — her beef wasn’t with me or my ideas, but entirely with her perception of herself.

Let me add this. During the political discussion itself, I remember myself explaining what I thought as clearly as I could, while openly acknowledging how politically incorrect or unusual the ideas were. She literally proceeded to say the “I don’t think I can date…” as if she hadn’t heard anything I had said.

Self-obsession blocks the ability to think or relate to things outside of yourself. If you find yourself doing this kind of stuff, guys or girls, stop it. Or at least be independent, grow some balls, and examine yourself.

wine, flag, martini, square staircase, pods, space plants 2, bubble squares

space plants, space station, random square

Wurly, ball, pedals, speaker

Check out this awesome/super sweet blog!!!

My friend Kaija is attempting to get her shit together and stay tobacco, alcohol, and sex free for a month. Because the private actions of human beings tend to be hilariously inconsistent with their most trumpeted outward beliefs and gestures, she hasn’t made the obvious move to stop hoarding and killing animals like these:

in her spare time. What a hypocritical asshole, right?

Go to her blog HERE