Numb3rs

Exercise:I really did not want to go outside.
Voice:Making up a really cheesy love song.
Reading:I didn't. I've been bad this week.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Alyssa visited! Yay! The improv stuff was cool. Alyssa does well with conducting classes. She's got control.

Numb3rs is an awesome show. Honestly, too many of the crimes have dead bodies involved, to the point of extraneous blood, but I like how the directors and writers work. Especially the last moment of the episode my mom and I just watched.

Throughout the episode, Charlie Epps finds clues that his mother was a composer. 'Twas a subplot, but a cool one. Right near the end, his brother, the FBI agent, picks up one of the bits of sheet music. Cut to Charlie and the dad. Small scene, and the last moment is Don, the brother, starting to plunk out this Etude in G Minor, which then blends with an orchestrated version, leading to the credits.

It was rather heartwarming.

Meowmeowmeowmeow

Exercise:15 minutes of sprinting practice. That' 25 minutes spent running, not includin breaks. Biznatches.
Voice:Caling up n' down.
Reading:Workin' some on me Midsomer.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Well, I painted, and didn't get in anyone's way. So yeah.

Well, I have an idea for a play, but I shouldn't write it. I mean, share it. I SHould write it, just not here. Here's a poem instead.

Lustrous sheen 5 feet above
the classic concrete ground
Tight blue jeans and leather jacket
Best you'll see around

The pants help me reach higher notes
To woo absurdly thin girls
Two gangs, affairs, and bleachers
Grease is the word.

AOC

Exercise:Right.
Voice:Drone Practice
Reading:Screw that. SOrry. Overloaded. I just...no.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Um, AOC?

Jeez. al dapkfp[;oasjhf;oawiheb[so'gsuidtg I'm incredibly tired right now. And angry at myself. For being scared. Of something that's completely irrelevant and unlikely. I don't like being scared. Or sad. And it all makes me tired. Hell, even being happy makes me tired. ;/O"UEFgoqwugefoqefn;lavmnaslnvasdkvnsa;ldknvp;khn/lzkjvn/:LSEdjfmnls

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Oh my.

Exercise:I did some biking. Not a lot, but a bit.
Voice:I'm working how to put in the words into the lullaby for the faeries.
Reading::\
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Well, I reorg'd the cabinet, played a dead body for KP, and then did some tablework myself. Not bad, eh?

So, it's possible I'm developing allergies. Said allergies could be to a very prominent thing in my life. Cats. Sheist. I'm really tired, either way. May be cause/effect.

Disney-themed sex toys.

Exercise:I am a pitiful bastard
Voice:Going over Luz Aurumque again. Trying to sing all of the parts for Audacity. It did not end well.
Reading:Midsummer. What else/
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Well, the lovers were the stars today. I'm still not sure what animal Lysander is, though.

Oy. I dunno. I'm just generally stressing, and being emotionally retarded. Geez. I feel so stupid even thinking about these things. And they're triggered by the most mundane things. Gah. I dunno...Oy.

WRAAAHHHVERDIIIIIIIIWRAHHHH

Exercise:None.
Voice:None.
Reading:None.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Okay, did tablework with Fiona, identified a problem that needs working on, and designed the school crest. APU all the way!

Okay, so angry classical music is seriously awesome. Like, really. It's how I deal with frustration. I mean, it's not my ideal, but I don't listen to heavy metal or anything like that when I'm angry. I listen to stuff like this:



But in reality, I want to punch someone. No one in particular, just someone. Or rather, wanted. I got really angry, but was not in a situation where dealing with said anger would have been socially acceptable. So instead it evolved into smoldering depression. SO I listened to angry classical music.

Sick Suck

Exercise:ugh
Voice:ugh
Reading:Ugh
Participation:N/A
Description(if above 89):

I hate being sick. It sucks. It sucks loose phone cables. It sucks....other stuff, too. sfgrsdgfg

Achoo

Exercise:None...
Voice:Scales and breathing practice
Reading:*wrist slap*
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Well, I had math team, but ehat I was there for, I did perfectly fine.

So, what do you wish to happen in the next 24 hours? I think that's a priority question. What are mine?

Quem Vidistises

Exercise:Okay, so no, it wasn't intentional, but I had to do some serious sprinting after school today. Since I left my cell and wallet in the gym. And the bus was here.
Voice:Philo. 'Nuff said.
Reading:Glengarry Glen Ross
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Did plenty o' tablework. I don't think there's much more to it.

Okay, so today's acting widget was, like, totally not weird for me. I dunno. *shrug* Am I the only one who felt this way? I dunno. Seems like everyone else had a massive giggle-fit. I dunno.

So, I've figured out that I need to try to stop being so director-y *during* tablework. That will come later. Probably. So yeah, sorry Casey, just trying (way too hard) to help. :D

Luuuuuuuuuuuux

Exercise:I did not have time for such petty things as exercise. :P
Voice: AMAZING Philo rehearsal. 2.5 hours hardcore songstuffs.
Reading:All In the TIming
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):I did each part of the packet thrice. That's right, thrice.

Well, Today's Philo rehearsal was BANGIN'. Seriously, the sopranos on the solo part in Lux Aurumque are beasts. I literally could not not smile throughout rehearsal. Sure, I still have a coupla things to work on, but I really don't care. Today was epic. After school ended, that is.

Yes, it's late. But I got to hangout with mi madre.

Exercise:Playing tag for about an hour. Outside.
Voice:Practicing Philo music, 20 minutes (plus, you know, it's me. I sing constantly)
Reading:Glengarry Glen Ross
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Well, I did get chewed up a bit today, but overall I didn't have a terrible day. Oh, and I'm signing up for the big chill. If I don't have anything else that I've forgotten about.

So. I understand what was said to me, but something is still not clicking. I have some idea of what to do, but I'm going to talk to Mrs. Aladren on Monday. I've set up an e-mail to be sent to me on Sunday reminding me. On this site called futureme.org That's right. Send emails to the future.

Maroon Moran

Exercise:I did not get any exercise whatsoever today.
Voice:I'm an articulation monster.
Reading:Glengary Glen Ross
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Went through a helluva lot of useless magazines to find the color palette we're after. And the style. And yada yada yada.

Well, I watched bits of Get Smart today. And realized I totally don't get most of it. I'm tired, so I'm gonna skip to the point: What's the balance between fanservice with inside jokes and whatnot, and a good movie?

Holy Bejeezus

Exercise:None. I strained a muscle in my back in gym today.
Voice:Practicing The Jesus Song. High E. Not too shabby.
Reading:None.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):I guess? I was about to cry during Waiting for Guffman. I stopped laughing about 20-30 minutes in. And the whole talk afterward? Well, I suppose the below bits are my current thoughts, though they are by no means complete.

Okay. So, I'll go with the flow. Everyone giving out their existentialism. Mine: I actually heard two or three definitions of what I should be doing. For right this instant, I'm sticking with one: What do you enjoy doing so much that you get lost in it and lose track of time?

By this definition, I am a musician. But 2 years ago, I was a dancer. And last year, I was an actor. I'm really confused. I mean, I barely even know how to start a conversation on it I'm so lost. Should I just go with whatever is drawing me at the moment? That doesn't seem like a good idea. But I dunno.

Should I try doing all these things at once? That doesn't seem smart, either.

I need to figure out which to focus on, but I can't honestly say which one I enjoy more.

Bottom line: D=Desire, T=Talent, A=Absorption

What if D(T/A)>1?

What if it equals 4?

How do I determine n amount of F, focus, for x amount of the r(T(D/A))?

Let's say T=x, D=(T^2)/4, and A=T/2

To determine x, I must determine the number of things tell me I am or would be good at.

Acting
Singing
Dancing
Music Performance
Music Composition
Directing

So T=6, let's say.

Now, chances are I enjoy a good deal of the things people say I'm good at. Plus various extra perks that come with them. Thus, D can be > T.

So, in this case, D=9.

A is simple. I will most likely be able to learn at least half of what people say I'm good at. So A=3.

So T(D/A)=6(9/3)=6(3)=18

Is that F? If so, what unit are we using?

I'm so confused. And I took quite a while on this, so should I be a mathematician? Theoretician? Philosopher?

Romance: I FAIL at it.

Exercise:20 crunshes, 20 push ups, but I'm still bad at breath control during exercise. Those 40 things took , like, 20 minutes.
Voice:Exploring my range. I want to extend the upper part. I'm currently B1 to F4, or thereabouts.
Reading:I watched The Wedding Singer for character work. I FAIL AT ROMANTIC!
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Finished up the little lovers' scene, and worked on costumes, props, and worked more toward grounding. This is going to be a complete bitch for me.

I'm really nervous about the whole romantic thing. I dunno. I'm scared, I guess. Cause I totally fail at it. And I have no clue what I'm doing. I'm doing hella research, but nothing is clicking at all. I literally have been looking up "how to be romantic" in Google. How sad is that? I found, and read, all the way through, 101 ways to be romantic. I've read bits of the (non-porno) parts of the Kama Sutra. I've watched The Wedding Singer. I've done way too much already, and I'm already nervous on day 3. -_-

LKAFHOIASNHFIANfnifnofpaesjvpifnvd

Friends. Yay for 'em!

Exercise: 1 hour brisk walking in cold
Voice: Breath control practice. I got one note that lasted 44 seconds.
Reading:Further table work. I'm most likely not reading 'till April. :P I kid, I kid.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89): Because there's no way I did anything wrong today. In baking.

I did something today I haven't done in a while. I went for a walk. With Rose. And we talked. And discussed. It was really neato. And I walked her home, and walked back home. At the same slow pace. And got really relaxed. And I'm still relaxed. I mean, right beforehand, I walked around for a good hour in the cold, but then the conversation once I slowed down with Rose really felt good. I'm glad I'm friends with Rose.

Hi, Hermia!

Exercise: :/
Voice:Writing a pop song.
It actually does stretch my chords a good deal. I mean, it's a faux-Jesus song now, but whatever. I'll return to the original lyrics someday.
Reading: I'm working on my table work. I've got my lines up to line 778 just about done. I mean, check 'em in class, of course, but I've looked them through. ANd I've started research on Lysander himself. I think I've even gotten a house!
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Well, table work. I've admitted that I currently suck at romance, but I'm working on it! Fweesh!



And I'm still on a poetry binge, so I may as well start doing some character work with it.

A lesson to birds, to sing and fly:
A goddess, do observe
And one such deity have I
To whom I aught but serve

She walks with further grace than cats
And flits more fleet than skates
And so, dear aviators, that's
How you'll find your mates

Compare your lust to Hermia,
Slight and slim she be,
And see if love doth spring right forth
Unto a great degree

I feel good

Exercise:Stretching. I'm working on getting flexibility back.
Voice:It's Monday. I had Philo.
Reading:I've moved on to Glenngarry Glenn ROss.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):We did our monologues today. I sorta sucked, but I didn't freak, I acknowledged it, and moved on.


The flyerby doth in the sky
Direct our eyes to high and dry
From dark and dull to bright and gold
And doubtfulness belie

And when we're up, in our ideal
We all must check, to know it's real
Then when we're sure that all is right
We decide to stop and feel

This is what we could and should
Do much more than knock on wood
For this relies much less on luck
For getting to feel good.

Heart to heart

Exercise:None. I passed out.
Voice:See above.
Reading:About to go read more Square ROot of Wonderful in bed.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Well, I did my best to help people with IPA. While I'm good at IPA itself, I have trouble teaching it. But really. Emily needs to CALM DOWN. I digress.

Dude. I think I'm becoming a hippy. I have been totally mellow these last coupla nights. I mean, I've also been really tired, but woah. I'm, like, calm. And I keep on finding amazing music.

Beat and rhythm morph
Haunting melodies are formed
Bliss and peace for once
Riffs and vamps, chords and taps
Colliding harmoniously
Progressions echo
Voices, strings, and wind
Bellowing transcendental
Lilting note-to-note
Bass flares further
Trebble follows behind
Sirens belt out
Insanely
Following patterns
Endlessly
Combined
All make for one
Beauty
Formed
Unknowing
Sound

I wish

Exercise:Jogging 10 minutes
Voice:20 Minutes practice for Philo (Working on expanding range, so far I'm down to low B-B-flat, and high F when belting.
Reading:The Square Root of Wonderful, Carson McCullers
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Um, I took my test? And didn't so too terribly awful? I did get a tad rowdy toward the end, but I then started working toward my visual artistic skills.

I wish the world could be more like this.

http://www.wimp.com/weirdlover/

I'm feeling very touchy-feely this evening. Very hippy-esque. Sorta that whole, "Why can't the world be calm, and nice, a full of love and peace?" It's sort of a cool place, actually. Everything has panflutes playing in the background. And

I see skies of blue
And clouds of white
Warm summer days
Cool winter nights
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

aaaaAAAAAAAAAAA

Exercise:Meh
Voice:Bach Magnificat
Reading:...
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):I did everything today. I worked my monologue, I did well in the warm up, I led the vocal part...And I'm humble, too! :D

I've started composing a bit to go with Genesis 1-1. I'm not entirely certain why I chose that, but I'm not doing it in English. French. Au commencement, Dieu créa les cieux et la terre. It's shaping up fairly well, We shall see what happens.

Ribbit.

Exercise:Running. About 10 minutes.
Voice:Had Philo today.
Reading:Gr. As I said, I had Philo tonight. It's late. I'm tired.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):I rocked today. I did Meisner, and did much better than I did last year. Totally cracked up with Hope. And the walking was awesome and fun. And I am the reigning Gypsy Wrestling Champion!

Well, I like the whole animal bit we did today. I mean, I used to do it for fun. But Maybe I'll start playing with it more. I dunno. I'm just really tired now.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Exercise: Running back and forth along Raritan 6 times trying to find people. And yes, I was consciously thinking, "Oh, I'm trying to find people quickly. I should run and take advantage of this instance."
Voice: Oh my. How about an hour's worth of range expansion? I was feeling really shitty, and I started singing, and let out all of my frustrations, and hit the highest note I've ever hit since my voice dropped. It was a G.
Reading: I'm starting Comedy of Errors again.
Participation: 100
Description(if above 89): I'm actually getting somewhere! YES! WOO! I'm not a failure! I even overcame my vast exhaustion for theatre today. And died immediately afterward. Yes, I am aware I am writing this journal late, but I think I am justified.

Well, may I just say that I literally could not survive without the arts. I had a rather powerful experience today. With music. I came home thinking I was about to eat and fall asleep. I ended up doing neither, as I felt as if I was about to vomit. But I started singing. 'Twas not a conscious thought, but I started singing. At the top of my lungs. And I slowly morphed into my head voice at around middle C. That's when I started chromatics. At this point my stomach was churning fairly intensely. But I kept scaling. Past D, E, and F, F#, and, finally, G! I got that grainy quality you generally hear in rock, but I hit that fucking note. And I held it. And I repeated it. And I almost collapsed from the pain in my stomach, but I took some Maalox and all was fine. But I mean, music is one of the main outlets in my life. It's the only way I know to get out frustration, and anger, and sadness. At least, the only way I succeed at that doesn't involve hurting people. But I don't want to do that anymore. At least, not outside of acting. There, I must give in.

Back....and forth......and back.....and forth....

Exercise:I walked briskly around town trying to find people for around an hour. In the cold. And wind.
Voice: Should I even bother writing this in? I sing regularly. Whether people like it or not. I practiced more by singing Caiaphas from JCS.
Reading: I'm pumped up about this monologue. I mean, I really should find another play to read, but I just keep on reinterpreting the words.
Participation: 100
Description(if above 89): I built a sculpture of chairs! Woo! I liked the power exercise today. Algusto Boal? Is that his name? He's cool.

So, I just noticed something. A very popular form of dance, pop-and-lock, has the goal of trying to seem robotic. Sorta. I mean, it's like an extreme version of the robot. However, simultaneously, on the tech side of things, people are trying to make robots move like humans. It's just odd. I dunno.

Wow....This....Right...

Exercise:Jogging around town with a friend. About 15 minutes.
Voice:Practice for Philo. Working on getting my range down to that low C.
Reading:I'm working my monologue. Especially what with the scansion. Rereading it over and over to get the right idea.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Well, I'm totally kick-ass at the whole language thing. I'm even to the point where I can help others when I've learned it, what, 20 minutes ago? I'm feeling proud of me.

Okay, so I totally forgot journals existed. Anyways, I'm adoring the language work we're doing this year. IPA, well, it's become second nature to me. Still some fine tuning I could do, but I think they're specific enough to English that Mrs. Aladren might have difficulty helping me. Scansion, well, it just seems to come naturally to me. It's the rhythm of speech. And I love both rhythm and speech. It's just....:D:D:D:D:D!!!! It literally makes me happy to think that we're working with this. And now I leave you with some iambic penslameter:

Your face is making me feel nauseous, dude.
The sheer fact that you live on this planet,
makes me want to commit suicide.
Could you do society a favor,
And just go do the same (above) to you?

*SIGH*

Exercise:Slow-mo pilates all evening.
Voice:Practice for Philo (~20 min)
Reading:DOes Stick River count?
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):I've got this moevment thing DOWN! Go me. But of course I inadvertently chose some of the most obnoxious poses to travel between. But I can do it!

I am so weary right now, it's not even funny.

Oopsy!

Exercise:Soccer
Voice:Philo
Reading:Workin' the monologue.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Well, I actively contributed to conversation. Also, I'm completely off-book. And I managed to piss anyone off during class. Afterward...

So, since I stayed after, I don't actually have to do this. But just noting that I forgot about journaling for about a week in the rush of Sandman.

CABS

Exercise:I'm not sure anything I did today actually counts as exercise.
Voice:I'm working on Philo. Just got the practice CD.
Reading:Well, not Shakespeare, but I'm working on Stick River Road.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):I kept cool and got a lot done while leading/teaching people. I feel accomplished.

I really want to go see the Colin & Brad show. I've been scrolling through WLIIA episodes, and it would be frickin' awesome to see it live, if possible. Even better would be if I could be part of it by being in the orchestra, and getting onstage. This is me. This is me fantasizing. Meow. So yeah. I'm gonna work on getting that money, while simultaneously saving a whole lot more money.

Exercise:Dashing about the halls all day long in between periods, then carrying Chelsea around.
Voice:Lunch.
Reading:
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):I took every single picture today. Even with the uncooperative people. And they came out at least sorta well.

As much as people try to deny it, everyone's a bit sadistic. It's really quite universal. There is always some sort of pain that people like to watch. I mean, not always physical pain, but you know. The Schadenfreude Continuum. I wonder what that would be? Perhaps some sort of pilot episode for the latest Sci-Fi series.

Get outa my head!

Exercise:Worked up a pretty good sweat during soccer.
Voice:Philomusica. Need I say more? Oh wait. I just did.
Reading:Carp.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):I started the tracing going between my minions, Megan and Casey. Then, once that was under control, I went and started helping KP organize the costume loft. It is a hot mess up there.

What does "it's all in your head" mean? Well, most people use it to mean that something is not really there, but just because it's all in your head makes it unreal? Headaches are all in your head. Any number of other disorders are "all in your head." Insanity is all in your head. Hell, sanity is all in your head. So what does being "in your head" have to do with, well, anything?

BAM!

Exercise:Dashing about the school at high speeds for in excess of 20 minutes.
Voice:Practicing for Philo. People were watching me.
Reading:Experimenting with the new monologue.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Well, I kicked ass with painting today. We finished the parchment look, and we're now on to tracing which I must say,m I'm also rather good at.

Alas, we did not do a SOC today. We were a bit, um, preoccupied. Like, completely busy. Oh well. GOod weekends, everybody!

Writing

Exercise:Sprinting practice with Casey-Cat
Voice:Singing wif ma mommeh for a while. I dunno how long.
Reading:Workin' the monologue, yo.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):We started work on the TS thing. SRR. I payed attention and helped, even though I didn't actually get to say anything. But 'twill happen. I know.

Hm. Drawing a relative blank today. I mean, wit the Teen Safety thing, I suppose I could talk about that, but I'm not entirely certain what I would say. Geez. Maybe I'll talk about how nervous I am about my play.

I am literally phobic of writing. Like, really. I don't even know why, but I guess that's what would define it as a phobia. I've already played out the situation multiple times in my head. What with the whole schedule and whatnot. I've given myself two weeks per draft, which sounds like it should be plenty, but I'm already halfway through week one and I'm little past naught. How can I expect to finish on time at this rate? I mean, I really like this idea, and I could talk for hours about it, but I can't write the goddamned play. And it's pissing me off. Like, I start writing, keep on thinking about the time, and panic. Even if it's 4 in the afternoon two weeks before it's due. I dunno. I need help, basically.

I dun get it

Exercise:Running the 50 4 times
Voice:Practice for Philo
Reading:Figuring out what monologue I want to do. Took much talking it through.
Participation:
Description(if above 89):89

Okay, I just totally do not get writing. Ms. Aladren gave us a whole lecture today, and the words made sense, but I can't figure out how to use the words she gave us. But that doesn't make sense to me. It doesn't make sense that it doesn't make sense what she's saying. Or something. Basically, I dun get it, and I really desperately want to.

Leah Ross

Exercise:Running about with Chelsea on my back for 15 minutes, total.
Voice:I sang for quite a while, at other peoples' chagrin.
Reading:Carp. Eh!
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Today we worked on Shakespeare and the globe. I payed attention, absorbed information through pseudo-osmosis, and played a major role in the making of the best Globe Theatre! Also, IPA is awesome.

Well, drops are scarily similar to Bob Ross paintings. I mean, short of the soft southern accent and freakish bass tones, it's the exact same sort of thing but on a magnified scale. Leah, our set designer, who is amazing, taught us what to do. We mixed up three colors, a cream, a yellow, and a brown, and we're scrumbling (applying in little x shapes, just as Bob Ross does) them together, then blending the edges lightly (a hair and some air). I mean, after that we're applying some painting spray, which bob ross does not generally do, but we water it down to pronounce things more, which he does. I dunno. It's just strikingly similar.

Wilkommen

Exercise:Um...
Voice:My first rehearsal in Philo as a member. 1.5 hours of HxC awesomeness.
Reading:Um...
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):I have figured out most of the IPA. My main problem is with the S and Y sounds(s and j). But now I know what the problem is and can work toward solving them.

So, apparently I am wanted as Emcee in Cabaret. And my, but that would be a fun role. Oh, hi. I'm almost naked here. And rubbing my crotch everywhere. But whatever. You're a slut anyways, so deal with it. I'm your boss. And it may even be in my singing range! I'm rather excited. I should really read the play and see if Emcee is actually in my acting range, though. Plus, it should be a fun read.

SOC Fridays!!! Woo!

Exercise:Running the mile.
Voice:About 10 minutes of some scales and trills.
Reading:None, but I saw The Odd Couple at Villagers, which I will be writing a review about. About which I will be writing a review. Pardon my awfulness. :P
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):I have worked on my writing peice, which I am actually rather confident about. Also, see below.

Friday's are Stream of Consciousnesses!!!

polonium possibly preceding pacts of prostitution. Plombing protractors pilate porous prissiness.

SOC!!!

Syzygy. What is tha again? Oh yeah. Celestial bodies aligning. I wonder what would really happen if that happened? Like, every planet aligning. I think it's impossible though. They hav varying orbits in many directions. Not just different shapes, different angles. Moronic melanoma. That sounds like a really stupid fruit in California. Milathnthropy. Is that like philanthropy? I really don't know. Provided prosperous polearms Polish pink partition pelican presenting pretentions pricks. Moo cow goes moo. Milk the butt. No, wait. Not the butt. The udder. Oh, as-cars. How I knew ye. The best part is, that almost sounds like NASCAR. Ass-car. NAScAAR. Butt race. The letters m and p are particularly present in my mind this morning. I'm not particularly certain as to why, but they are. Mayhaps it's beacusetw. *Or not. Or fail of moomoomoomoomoomoomoomoomoomoomoomoo123123123123onetwothreeonetwothree123123123123moomoomoomoomoomoomoomoo articulatory agility is developing the ability to effortlessly and something or other. Tongue twister. I wonder if I can come up with one. Moondancing birds. That's not a tongue-twister, now is it. mOMoiniiniininnabcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzzywvutsrqponmljihgfedcba Did I get that right? I dunno. Moop. Matter out of place. Monthsoowowowowowowwoowowowowoowowowoooowowoowwowow. Massive ring i' th'ear. 'Twas painful. And it wasn't even in my infected ear. Which feels better, but still not great. I wonder howmany minutes have past. I didn't happen to notice what time it was when we started. Mrow. Maybe halfway there. For all I know it's only been 3 minutes. 10:16 at this very moment. LOL Oh, Megan. You're so Mormon. Badonkadonk, doo dooooo doo dood oo. paaAAAAAAAkkkokokokokokokokokcaps lock f jumped up to that asterisk there because of the damn touch pad.Adjust the chair. SIGH TO YOU TOO, EMILY. Bitch. Na, I love her. Even if she did ignore me in algebra two. Mrow. Fashionable prolonging of the tongue. Or neck., The do that. Fashionable enlargement of the........NECK. Not penis. Though I can't say I haven't thought about it. But nah. I'm not going to take pills for that. I have more important things to do. Like CASEY. What? Who said that? Tim sould be e's so asinaasdaslmdaback from vacation. He visited his scientist uncle in Timbuktu. H' I. FUCKING. Hate. THis touchpad.

Duuuuuude

Exercise:Running a mile in a good time with Casey.
Voice:Half an hour of practice for Philomusica
Reading:I hate you, Egeon. But I will figure you out. Even if it takes me a million more of these 20 minute sessions.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Today we did yoga with the dancers. I'm proud of myself for not overdoing any of the stretches, as I was so apt to do last year. Particularly the ones involving the calves. They've lost even more flexibility. But I didn't push it too hard. Also, I got better at getting out of my head on the whole impulse thing.

Okay, how do you tell if someone's going insane? Do the classic signs really work? I mean, if someone is talking to themselves and repeatedly gets very, very lost in thought, to the point of walking into trees, is that proof of insanity? Suppose, getting lost in thought just shows a spurt of intense reality. Or prophecy. Hm. Perhaps insane people see forever? I dunno. It's weird. I'll observe, see what happens. I'll intervene if it gets dangerous, I suppose.

*headdesk*

Exercise:Somewhat incapacitated today.
Voice:About an hour of tongue twisters with Matt and Chelsea
Reading:Oops.
Participation:89
Description(if above 89):




I swear. I just had nothing happen to me today, other than going to the doctor. I mean, theatre was fun, but I cannot think of a single thing. At all. Except for these words I am writing. I dunno. I guess pain is rather counter intuitive to creativity. But I know it isn't. Maybe i'm just a wuss. Quite possible.

Monkmonkmonkmonkmonk

Exercise:Um, sorta flaked on that today.
Voice:Practiced some of my music for Philomusica for around half an hour.
Reading:I worked my way through the first lines of Comedy of Errors, which took half an hour.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):I managed to contribute to the historical discussion, and also worked a great deal on parsing MSND. I'm already beginning to get a better feel for who Lysander is.

Monks must lead very interesting lives. Or rather, how little they have to make their lives interesting. They mostly fit most of the prerequisites for being in solitary, and for resorting to their internal body clock. So, by all accounts, they should be going insane and working in 30 hour cycles. But they don't. They spend their lives writing, and meditating, and all of that. And I have not the slightest clue how they manage it. How do you spend your days copying texts, and being completely calm? How do they keep it from becoming boring? Or how do they deal with the boredom? I mean, I know there are other things they do, but some of those things are purely geographical. Like, only some groups do it. I dunno. I could go on for hours, and it would all sound the same.

Rawr.

Exercise:A mile in gym
Voice:2 hour long audition for a choir. Which I got in to.
Reading:I did not, today.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):I successfully managed to eliminate the majority of my nasaliness. Regardless of the status of being a word. But yes. I have maintained fairly good diction throughout the summer, and I managed to use it today, along with helping Desiree work on her breathing.

I have recently mused over the thoughts of what determines human versus animal. Conveniently, I got a description of Shakespeare today using very similar wording, It's actually the main theme of the story I'm writing for Friday. However, I'm taking a much more literal approach.

For a little while now, there has been research conducted on feral children. The classic story o a child being left in the wild and getting raised by animals. It really begs the question: Is who we are what makes us human, or who we are around? Apparently, when left to their own devices, children become something almost out of a Grimm fairy tale. What is it, really, that draws the line between human and animal? Or what really even makes the distinction? Where can we say that someone is human or animal?

I'll do it, damnit.

Exercise:10 mile bike ride in 45 minutes.
Voice:Practice for mini-concert on Saturday, apporx. 20 minutes
Reading:Oops.
Participation:Not needed 'till Monday!
Description(if above 89):" "

Well, what happens when people are motivated in different ways? So far, I've found three versions, at least. There's simple motivation, which is simple but not easy. Then there's greed, which is probably the most common. However, this only works with the promise of a reward. And the one I'm currently working with, what I'll call "Underdog Effect." I screwed up in this class before. However, now that I have almost the same class, I'm out to be perfect in any way I can, just to prove people wrong. It's sort of the goal of impressing people, which I find works well for me. Any thoughts for my (very lonely) comments?

And so it begins. Fo' realz, this time.

Exercise:I spent the entire day dancing around the school like a nut. Does that count as excercise?
Voice:I sing constantly, though nothing really formal this evening.
Participation:Well, I don't have to do this yet. So there.
Description(if above 89):It starts next week. The first week is technically free.

Well, school has officially started, which means that the original purpose of Clarius B. is about to come into play. Soon, tomorrow, even, I shall resume my acting training proper, and will have much more specific art-related thoughts flowing through my abnormally large skull. Things are about to get interesting. IN a good way, hopefully. And it will be awesome. So keep a look out! I'm about to get busy!!!

Yay! Um, Gah! Um, Shwa????

Exercise:Rebuilding part of a deck.
Voice:(*_*)
Participation:
Description(if above 89):

So, isn't it funny how seemingly unrelated emotions blend together? In my case, excitement and fear. School starts tomorrow, as indicated by that timer at the bottom of the page. It's odd, since I know everything will be great. I wonder what odd emotional mixes there are?

Stay. No, Leave. No...Wait. Damn.

Exercise:7 mile bike ride
Voice:Singing in the car with mom for an hour
Participation:N/A as of yet
Description(if above 89):N/A as of yet

So, how much more fun is it to do things alone than with people? Or vice versa? And so on?

I find I do exercise a lot better on my own. However, I have more fun singing in small groups. What makes different activities more fun in groups or alone? It's annoying me and confusing me, really. I don't know whether being in a group or alone will allow me to do better for stuff in general. Well, I suppose I"ll keep an eye out.

Oh no you didn't+I'm gonna shoot you

Exercise:Moving several hundred pounds of wood back and forth
Voice:Not much.
Participation:N.A, as of yet.
Description(if above 89):N/A, as of yet.

So I ended up watching two completely different shows this evening.

One: Numbers. It's a sometimes creepy, other times subtly hilarious, mystery show. Just my type, because it has a fantastic mix of action, and nerding out. I mean really, one of the main characters is a college math professor. A brilliant one. It's awesome.

The other, Jon Stewart. I have nothing to say here. Other than it's hilarious to watch him crack himself up. Completely hilarious.

HTML is good for you.

Exercise:
Voice:
Participation:
Description(if above 89):

Okay, that stuff up there is what I'll be starting to post once school starts, as part of my grade. I'm just getting used to the HTML being there. It's actually really neat. In order to not use paper, my theatre teacher is having everyone blog their journals. Hence, what I've been doing for the past month, in order to get into the swing of things. Ain't it neat?

Ads

Widely considered pornography, by a certain definition. Yet I'm thinking I want some. After all, this is my one-months point. Approximately. I think. SO yes. I'm fairly regular. Sure, this is a school thing, but maybe I should come up with at least a banner, or something. I dunno. Maybe commission something. Blegh. Too much thought. Not enough active brain power.

Boop-beepidy-boop

Okay, my grandpa did some extremely early computer work, and I'm just thinking: How many things simply would not have happened if not for the creation of the computer?

For one thing, I couldn't do this. Blogging. But that's obvious. But how many people would be totally unaware of any live theatre going on around them? Some people only do things if they know about them in advance...I dunno. It's just a weird thought. Just how much computers really matter.

♫♪♫♪

Well, I figured out how to throat sing today. I'm not entirely certain how, though.
I was just sorta perusin' through my falsetto while listening to my iTunes, and found a note that hit some overtones. So I used it, and it worked.

Throat singing is where you find a note that resonates in your head/throat/body particularly well. As a result, you get some pretty nifty whistle-like notes. The end effect is that you're singing two notes at once. By changing the shape of the air column in your throat, the overtone changes, without the base note changing. The people most known for throat singing are the Tibetans, I believe.

So I randomly figured out how to do this. And promptly remembered a little tidbit: Throat singers are somewhat famous for losing their voice by age 30. So I will be throat singing not-so-often. But It's cool to know how.

Evwybody, evwybody

More rediscovery today. Homestarrunner, in this case. They have a new main page!

Anyways, it be neat...Animations, with comedy, and whatnot...Ow. I'm in pain, for some reason. Just go look at it. It's virgin-friendly. Worst word is holy crap...

Lollerskates

I found a coupla neato comdeians today. Ed Byrne and...Frankie Boyle, I think it was? Anyways, both very amusing people. Just finding it fascinating to see how Europeans joke about Americans! And how it's all true!

I went to the Grand Canyon, and the Aericans were just so *proud* of it! "Oh, look, I bet you don't have one o' those Ireland!" Well of course not, where would we put it!? Though really, I find the name misleading. You call something grand no matter what. You're having a completely awful day, and someone asks you how you're doing, and you say, "Oh, just grand." This hole was fuckin' brilliant! They should call it the Fuckin' Brilliant Canyon. Much more fitting.

This, of course, paraphrased from the original. I just find it hilarious, and I'm not entirely certain why. I also find it fascinating just to hear the different accents. That's how I should learn accents. Listen to the comedians. But I'd have to find ones who don't use accents as part of their act...

White in the West helps creative flow

I want to see what a perfectly feng shui'd room looks like. And what it feels like. I'm not sure whether to trust it as an art form or not, since I've never actually seen it done. I mean, surely arranging a room by color is solely visual, right? Well, I honestly dont know. There's something about a Kua number. And elements. It's too confusing for me right now.

Instead, I got to do a jam session this evening! It was very, very fun. Freeform(ish) music! Woo!

Is that....An igloo?

I wonder how much inspiration has occurred out of sheer boredom. Or exhaustion. Or even whole art forms. Who seriously thought, "Ooh, look! That looks slightly smaller at the edges! That's absolutely awesome! I'll scratch the image onto a bit of tree that has been shaved impossibly thin and flat! With a rock! I'll call it perspective!" It's really very silly. Maybe I oughta be bored more often? Nah. I get more, though maybe a bit less innovative, stuff when entertained. Mrh.

Rum?

With a tag line like that, need I say it? I finally saw PotC3. Only took forever.

Anyways, saw something similar to what I saw in Avenue Q. Talking to yourself. In this case, good 'ol Jack Sparrow. Since he seems to have gone absolutely insane, he talks to himself. And I can't stop thinking how hard that must be. Johnny Depp has to hear his own voice in his head. And then respond to it. And then wait for the imaginary response. And move so that they overlap properly. And...it's just awesome. And I'm very tired afterward. But I enjoyed the movie enough to not pee for 3 hours even though I needed to. :D

Also, I decided to change the layout. Just another preset. I've not a bloody clue what to do with the HTML. *shrug*

It Sucks To Be You

Well, I don't truly have to *think* for today. I saw Avenue Q. That sorta just presents itself in a hilarious package of funness.

Now, the main thing that impressed me was the fact that there are so many elements in the show. In a musical, there are plenty already. But once you add puppets, it gets that much more complicated. And then you add each actor playing multiple characters. In the same scene. Talking to themselves.

The scene that most comes to mind is the scene in which Kate is dropping off the note at Princeton's apartment, but Lucy the Slut is there to intercept. The two characters are voiced by the same actor, who is only puppeteering Kate. This is amazing to watch as she speaks in two different voices, and acts against herself.

Also, singing with a voice not your own seems very difficult. Particularly for Christmas Eve. The only point at which she gets to use her actual singing voice is during The More You Ruv Someone, but there it's still joking. She (intentionally) hams it up. But it becomes hilarious, since she maintains the fake accent the rest of the show.

I could go on for ages describing everything, but I think I'll leave it at that for the moment. After all, it's a quarter past two. I shouldn't be awake.

-Gabe

Flaming Balls and Bags

I mean Poi. It's a game-toy-like-thing. You take a tennis ball. Attach it to a string. Add a handle of some sort. Multiply by 2. Swing about in neat patterns. This is poi.

Also, Threadbanger. DIY everything. Mostly crafts. Yes. Win. That is all.

I don't know much to say about these things. But they are awesome. Check 'em out.

Oooh. Shiny.

I got a free art lesson today, from my friend Rebecca (metal-icarus.deviantart.com <---Check it out!) She taught me better ways to use pastels. The main thing was that you can blend pastels with pastels. This is made easier by the fact that I have chalk pastels. So, they're less smudgy, I guess? Less residue, really. But yes. I drew 2 eggs, a pot, and part of a lamp. And I'm getting better! Woo! So yes.

On a separate note, I watched some of the Olympic gymnastics today. One word: damn. I mean, the basics are probably really fun, but seriously now. How much of a life can you have when you're that dedicated? I barely have one as is. :P

Durr... Day Off 1

This is another day where I am very stuck on the whole concept of thinking. I'm not entirely certain why. It's only 9:30 and I'm exhausted. But I don't want to have an "off" day yet. So. I shall think of something.

Durn. Half an hour later. Still nothing. As much as I hate to do it, I think I may need to pass today. I'm having no thoughts at all, much less artistically-ish-istic ones. :(

Keep It To Yourself

Rediscovered Post Secret today.

I'm torn. I'm not sure whether or not to call it art. I think it is. But I don't think people would agree with me. At one point ,I had this weird thought. Literally just pasting this in here:


Art is supposedly the expression of emotion, of existence, and of thought. However, many thoughts are never realized. Infinite thoughts, really. There are infinite thoughts that occur or will occur, that never have had or will have anything written or made about them. My thought is, even though there’s no audience, a defining feature of art, there may still be art there.

A tangent to Schrödinger’s argument would claim that these undiscovered or un-pursued thoughts both are and aren’t art simultaneously. But then there’s the concept of whether all thoughts deserve to be known as art. Does basic existence constitute art? I think, in a sense, it does, but if unrealized, can you still claim it as art?

Thoughts don’t exist unless we acknowledge them, but we can also choose which thoughts to think. Minds can wander to any of several infinities of thought, and be on several thoughts until a fraction of a second before they’re thought of. Do the infinity other non-thought thoughts previously or to be thunk still count as thoughts?


Sorry about the excessive length, there. But yeah. I think every thought can sort of be counted as art. Even the non-pursued ones. Hypothetical art, sure, but still art. If anyone reads this yet, thoughts?

ZOMG! MY art! Wow!

Okay, today, I actually drew some. Isn't that awesome? I finally broke out my pastels again. I am very proud of myself.

I've figured out that I'm dramatically better at abstract than at drawing subjects. I'll be practicing a more to, well, not suck.

Anyways, you can look at my stuff at http://citatus-perdition.deviantart.com/ If you happen to have an account, leave me a line! If not, leave me a line here!

So yeah. I like how I managed the eyes on the cicada, but I need to remember to keep the style relatively consistent.

Green Eyes and a Huge Smile

Relative to the head, anyways. I finally have inspiration for a short story. I met a cicada today. It had just molted. I found its shell. Saw its former self. But then, something odd occurred. The cicada proceeded to rest on my shoulder, and just be friendly. It tickled like hell, but walking around town with a cicada on your shoulder is certainly not something you do every day. So I'm gonna start on that.

Whadja say?

I've figured out that I have started not being able to listen to non-instrumental music. Seriously, I can't hear words any more. Or rather, I *hear* them, but they don't actually register. I've tried looking at the lyrics, but I realize half way through that I have not a clue as to what the song is about. I'm over-analyzing everything, and only viewing each word as a word. Nothing's connecting. If anybody reads this yet, any ideas for why I'm doing this?? I'm growing increasingly frustrated.

Perception-Actuality

Don't ya love how things aren't always as they seem? Bigger? Smaller? Just plain morphed? Sometimes these things can be good, sometimes bad.

In my case, just mildly frustrating. I tend to blow things out of proportion, but that whole little woodinger there came from the fact that, even though I have a 2Gb iPod, it does not store 2Gb of music. It has about .1Gb that it just refuses to fill. But yeah. Just imagine. An enormous emptiness, filled by a single person. They start to explore the space. But they find out one thing. There are walls there. Walls they can't see. Walls that shouldn't be there. But they are. And they make the space much smaller than initially perceived. In actuality, it's a small box.

Luff

So I'm writing this song. And it sounds really sappy to me, but other people say it's cool. And the more I play it while trying to compose more, the sappier it becomes. It's frustrating me.

On a separate note, I want to advertise this puppy. I don't think I actually have any readers at the moment. Not that I actually know how to find out. :P I shall check. I'm trying to dream up a new color scheme, and, subsequently, banners/buttons. So yeah. Good night! May I have more artistic thoughts tomorrow!

Mismatched

I was gonna talk about Bob Ross, but I've changed my mind. I'm envious. Of Imogen Heap. She is just amazing. She can write these amazing songs, sing them, and perform them with her neato techniques.

I seriously wish I could do that. SO badly. I can't even describe how much. Really. Just go watch her stuff.

Laughing out loud is overrated

Nothing much to do with what I'm a write, but I like amusing titles. Habit, I suppose.

Well, I just find it fascinating(My recent word of choice) what people do simply for amusement. Case 1: Kris Wilson, artist for Cyanide and Happiness.

He only actually draws for C&H for fun, 'twould seem. I think. I can't really be sure, as I can't find a bio, but that's what I'm assuming, since when I see his non-C&H stuff, he calls it his "serious art."

He really is quite a fantastic artist, with mucho symbolism and everything (something which is very odd for me), but he draws stick figures for (apparent) fun. Well then. Yeah. I'm out of thoughts already.

Hope you enjoyed the parentheses!

-Gabe

PS - Sorry if you're confused by me only occasionally writing -Gabe at the end. It's always me. I'm just silly that way.

Incubus and Bach

Ah, musical variety. Today, I managed to download a few of my friend's albums. I now have both druggy rock, and, well, Bach in my iTunes. I am pleased. Basically, I have forced myself to try any music at least once. The good news is, I've found that I can easily appreciate if now, heaven forbid, enjoy, just about anything. It surprises people that a geek such as myself can actually comfortably listen to Metallica. Amusing, yes, but it just shows that people aren't used to musical diversity as much as they say they are. So yes. That will be all.

-Gabe

Once upon a time...

My grandfather, on my dad's side(the alive one :P), is a very intelligent man, but I've realized that I don't know much about him, and that I really would like to. I want to hear his stories.

Stories are sort of, y'know, how stuff works. They shape everything. And I love me a good story. It's probably on of the hardest things to master. Telling a story. Anyone can do it, but seldom few can do it well. I feel like I'm rambling, but I'm having difficulty having my thoughts coalesce. I know there's everything to say about stories. Literally, everything. History is a story, religion is a story, even this is a story in its own right, I suppose. A story of my thoughts. Which just aren't getting anywhere.

I want to tell a story. That means I have to have a story to tell. But I want to tell a tale. Like, something I make up. And I have so many ideas for what to have this story be about. But I'm not a good enough story teller to do anything with these ideas yet. I need to do that. Maybe I'll include what I accomplish in these posts occasionally. Yeah. I'll do that.

Minus Garfield

Today I found a meme called Garfield Minus Garfield. It's weird, because Garfield comics are cute, but simply by removing one aspect of the stuff- Garfield -you get a very strange duck. A VERY strange duck.

Seriously. It's like, removing Garfield eliminates any distraction from Jon's...oddities. He suddenly transforms from a desperate single guy to a bi-polar schizophrenic with manic depression.

This gets me thinking: Removing one aspect of anything can drastically change the final product. Now, I could start droning on about various sci-fi stories, and how changing the past changes the present, and the future, but I'm not going to. Mostly because I haven't read enough stories about that to have an y authority to do so. Yet another thing to add to my to-do list. Oh my. I should stop now.

What time is it? It's half past wrist.

Thievery is a neat art-form. Though I prefer to reference the up-front version as such. Sneaking about and taking stuff is just Move Silently and Hide checks. I prefer the thievery that requires some charisma. Not that I actually engage in such things. I just find it really neat when someone could walk up to you, take your stuff, and leave you waving thinking how weird they are. I can't remember his name at the moment, but there's one Swiss guy, I believe, who can steal suspenders whilst carrying on witty conversation. I also personally think it would be hilarious if more thieves did that. Just think, if you will:

Everyone in the world is friendly now. You can't pass by anyone with saying hi, maybe shaking hands. And watches are at a premium. Everyone is so courteous, so kind, so quick to offer a helping hand and use it to take your tie before you notice.

So yeah. Just marveling at how good at it charismatic thieves have to be to pull it off.

-Gabe

Um...1 week? Hooray?

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Yay! 1 week! ASCII art! I'm original!

Anyways, I think today's thought will be....

Composition confusion? Odd way to phrase it, but I'll work with it.

I personally know next to nothing about putting together photographs. I get that there are some lines dividing a picture into 9, or whatever. Beyond that, it's currently a mystery. But I've been watching some of my photographically inclined friends. And boy does it look weird in person. They keep on fiddling with things. And particularly, people start to look oddly contorted. But the photographs look really cool! I just don't get it. I'll have to get someone to show me. *shrug*

Riiight...

Let's see here. Honestly, nothing happened to me today to inspire any art-thought. So I"ll just sit here for a minute until I come up with something.

Cat is licking my toes....

Fan is running...

Half a deck of cards...Magic? Nah. Don't know enough about it to say anything.

Oh! Right! I found the Indian version of beatboxing. But it's all technical. It's called kanikol. Or kannikol. I think either spelling works. According to Wikipedia. Anyways, it's basically a formulated way to maximize the number of syllables per second, from what I got.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dsrWJagvK8w

There's a video. Yeah. I'm really not quite sure what to say *about* it, but it's cool music. So yeah. Good night!

Aaaaaaand I'm out.

Now I'm there

I've found it rather interesting how people react differently on the phone rather than in person.

I use Skype (skype.com) and I've recently spent hours talking to my friends on there. Now, today, we actually got together and hung out in person. Wow! What a concept! Anyways, we rapidly discovered that it's actively harder to talk to people in person. I think I've figured out why.

Basically, silence is more awkward in person. The visual signals people give make it obvious that they're uncomfortable, but on Skype, which works very similarly to phones, you don't have visual feedback. So basically, silence is easier to deal with. Yeah.

I think I may do something special for my 1 week anniversary. Dunno what yet. We.ll see.

And I'm caught in the middle of nowhere...

Well, today is more visual art related. I ended up going for a bike ride down a canal path near my town. They recently redid the path so it's covered with yellow river stones. Good thing I have a mountain bike!

Anyways, the path is rather isolated, though it runs parallel to some major roads. The odd thing is, there's enough space at some points that you could easily convince yourself you're in the woods. Some bits were just picturesque. There was smooth water on either side, draping trees, birds every which way, and squirrels. And I always had the feeling like I was the only one going in the direction I was going. For some reason, even though it's a popular walking/biking path, There are few enough people that you only see people going the other way.

But really, I wish I had a good camera. I even had a little idea of taking a panoramic picture every 100 feet or so, and combining them into a web game. But I don't have a camera. Or patience. :P

I'm probably going to bike that path again, though.

It's 2 bucks for 5 extra ounces...

My town has a farmer's market. Very commonplace sort of thing, yes, but today I ended up on the pickles line because of one of my friends. I ran into her, and she wanted pickles, so it's only natural that that's where I found myself.

Anywho, I found the guy running the stand fascinating. He had some of the best showmanship I've seen in a while. He was selling these pickled mushrooms, pickled tomatoes, pickled peppers, pickled pickles, and boy was he doing a good job of it.

And just to prove this, the title of the blog is something he said repeatedly that stuck in my mind. He was very effectively advertising his pickles and how cheap they were. It's sort of a skill that's evaporated over time. I wish more people would use it. It's quite fun. Plus, they'd make more money. Now I should learn it. I'll watch him next week.

P.S. Sorry if I'm a bit over-obbsessive with the tags. :P

Dum-diddly-dum

Well, I did a lot with music today. I recently got a new performance-quality keyboard, and while I"m still trying to figure everything out, I have managed to record bits and pieces of things.

What I've been working on most recently is a sort-of-a-kind-of-a-fugue, after listening to a bit of Bach. I figured out the left hand of the first part first, and now I'm polishing of the right hand for the same part. I just love fugues, really. They're the most thought-pleasing type of music for me. The way each bit fits together, how the base melody sews itself in....It just makes me happy. So that's how I'm going about composing this. I'm experimenting until I find something that makes me happy. Not the "proper" way, I suppose.

I really need a music theory class.

And so it begins.

Hi there. I'm Gabe. This is where I plan to compile my various artsy-like thoughts. Everyday. For a good long while, if all goes according to plan. I've made this site using a few weird a/o bad puns. Woo! Allow me to explain:

The theme I have selected for the baseline of this thing is fish. More specifically, catfish. Even more specifically, walking catfish, which happen to be a pest in Florida (This also describes the URL. Catfish are the street-est of all fish. They literally walk down streets searching for water.). The taxonomic name of these fishies is Clarius batrachus. Hence, Clarius B. However, I also wanted to include some sort of theatre as well. So I chose a location of the theatre. Downstage. The end result is a blog title which sounds like one in a series of children's' books.

Clarius B. Downstage
Clarius B. In the Park
Clarius B. Goes to the Moon
Clarius B. Visits Ancient Greece
Clarius B. and the Carousel

And so on. Anywho, I should describe why I chose Clarius.

I recently had a dream involving hats, Mexicans, and catfish. I don't much remember the dream, other than that it was in Spanish, but I woke up thinking about catfish. And I remembered about that one species that can walk about to get to other ponds or bodies of water. So first I did some research, to find out the basic info. Then I epiphanized.

If we think metaphorically, what if we were catfish, and the ponds were the different moments and places in life? We hatch, and swim about in ignorance and bliss, not knowing that a world beyond this pond exists.And we grow up in that.
Then I suppose our schools could count as a pond. If you move, yet another. If you change, another. If you meet new people, another. And after you're done with that, you find a job.
Now, 'twould seem that many have the, quite logical, I might add, contentment from figuring out how to rule their own pond. It provides power, and good vibes, I guess. And honestly, some days I could go for that. Just knowing that you are awesome. The best, even. But anyways.
Once people find this pond, they stop their puddle-jumping. They stop exploring. There's where I run into trouble. For you see,
An artist is never content until they reach the ocean.

Now, interpret that as you may, but I believe that here the ocean is the concept of limitless possibilities, and of loss of control. You start having to actually work to make things happen because of you, rather than to you. And there is always the competition. The reasons to just keep swimming. But once you get to the ocean, you don't need to puddle-jump any farther. You have the whole world at your disposal, do with it what you may.

So there ya go. That's my concept. Now, I must include that this is nominally a school thing, but I'm gonna see if I can just enjoy it. If you've got any questions, let me know. I'll have an answer of some ilk.

-Gabe

P.S. Is the Blogger base in CA? The post time is listing it as such. Just checking. :P