"The Last Psychiatrist"

Whomever happens to wander through this blog ought to know about another that I read and fucking love to death.

The Last Psychiatrist

Just read the entire fucking archive. Its all awesome. The really heavy chemistry related posts go over my head but the stuff about narcissism, and the inconsistencies and falsehoods masquerading as truths (those falsehoods often based on little more than the perceived “authority” of psychiatric specialists and doctors) within the psychiatric community – its all totally sweet.

Randoms

1.

“It might be nice to be the kind of person that other people wouldn’t feel threatened deferring their judgement to. People hate being told they are wrong. Be the kind of person people don’t mind being proven incorrect with.

Of course, this is easier when the person you are deferring your judgement to has some insanely precocious intellectual abilities that set them apart enormously from “regular” folks. Oddly enough, the mere existence of an incredibly huge “innate ability gap” will often make these regular folks feel unthreatened, because they now have a more legitimate excuse for their own failings (that being a lack of equivalent innate ability in some area), rather than having to muster up the self-awareness and ego blow of admitting their ideas are just retarded.”

2.

“If you think about sex a lot when you’re younger, can that trigger an earlier activated pituitary? Anybody?”

3.

“One of the things that is starting to amaze me these days is how utterly similar subjects/topics/areas of interest are. At some level in your growing expertise on a subject, you will begin to develop parallel conceptual relationships between the current subject at hand and the subjects you’ve already mastered. The single, most pervasive and common principle you will notice between these subjects, aside from the fact that they are hard to master, but that they are so insanely complicated that your budding intellect and its realizations will slowly make it apparent that you really don’t know even remotely little about the subject – or anything really.

Even after “mastering” the subject for practical purposes, you would have to essentially become god, with the ability to reach your tentacles of insight and understanding into every facet of existence. Or the universe, or something. And remember that the universe is expanding (last we checked anyway), and so this principle reaches infinity.”

4.

“…there is a dearth of people in power who understand the most basic principles of human freedom and the accompanying accountability. We focus on welfare now, admittedly a good thing, but often at the expense of maintaining economic freedoms and allowing them to raise the overal quality of life over time, which is ironically what helps the poor the most anyway.”

Brett Writes a Poem!

Tsk, tsk, mr dreary eyed hollow man

tough to keep up, huh?

that’s because you’re thin as air

the world will flash you by

with enticements and the glitz

keep buying your status

you’re fooling fucking no one

maybe if you’d comb your hair this way

that girl might see your edge

and if you amass lots of girls

they’ll all flock like birds

and show you more than tits

because if they only knew you

they would lose their minds

with that chimerical lust

or something

but they don’t,

“but its their loss” you say

sure it is

the same way their boyfriends

want to blow their fucking brains out

go out and take charge then

and remake the universe

as you see fit

or at the very least

pretend you live in that

alterable world

guided by your divine and unique insight

preferences, tastes, and goodness

now the image is complete

you are dr. tool-bag anonymous

go fuck yourself

and your too similar brothers of the world

Baby

I’ve been working real heavily with a concert pianist named John Kamitsuka for the last two and a half years, and in that time I’ve been slowly building up some classical material. Its gotten to the level where I’m almost ready to perform this stuff for real. What a weird feeling.

I’ve been hibernating like crazy on this stuff – not just on the ability to play the things, but learning about myself and my emotions and how to channel them effectively in each piece. When you’re the kind of person that typically distrusts any sort of emotional involvement in anything (for good reason sometimes), this is really fucking hard. I’ve had to stare down that part of myself that I’ve been afraid of all my life, that vulnerability. When you reach a certain level proficiently, the instrument starts to become your emotional voice – and with that comes the realization that, “oh shit, people can tell how I feel about things as I relate them to the notes. That makes me vulnerable and open to manipulation and unwarranted criticism.”

If you want to summarize everything I’ve been learning for the last few years, then you could put it this way – I’ve been learning how to not be such a pussy in music and in life. Nobody likes a pussy.

Brett Makes a Movie

This is my first video I’ve made through the site xtranormal. I hope you enjoy it: