to sophia: a toast (and me a crumb) [23 Dec 2009|10:09am] lastshoedropped I awoke with a dream in my head. A woman: I dreamed a woman called me from an airport and explained, in a monotone, all the things I never understood. (I remember being woefully small, having this heaven-notion drilled into my cranium, and looking forward to a time in the clouds when this god character would unravel even the tiniest of mysteries at my feet: dearest jesus, that time I lost my Milky Way, where did it go? did you make a galaxy of it?) I couldn't hear the woman because there were rowdy people clambering through my house, and my house was a labyrinthine hellhole. The woman did not care that I couldn't hear. I know she understood me but she gave no fuck at all, there was not a wisp of a fuck in her to give. She had to finish, she had to board the plane. Nonetheless her voice never became urgent. No it was more as though the woman calling had expected me to be urgent. To have been waiting. Frantically. Eternally. She had to board and she was bored. I heard that much. I moved to another room but promptly understood that I couldn't ask her to repeat herself, the moment had passed and taken everything I thought belonged to me with it. Things I thought I knew, and thus believed were somehow mine. [You have only what is within you dammit.] Realizing this, I spewed idle vapid chitchat anyway, trying desperately to keep her in my grasp. The woman was silent, non-fuck-giving, robotic. And the rowdy people came thundering down the stairs. 1 comment|post comment

Writer's Block: Entertainment Center [16 Dec 2009|02:16am] an_honest_liar [ mood | contemplative ] [ music | Melorman - The Ribbon on Your Hair ] How has technology changed the way you watch movies and listen to music? Sponsored by LifeScoop: Bringing You Tips for a Connected Lifestyle. View 198 Answers Technology hasn't done much to change the way I view movies, which is to say, when I actually do. Main difference between the "now" and the "then" I would recognize is that it's no longer particularly helpful to have one of those high speed VHS rewinding mechanisms around. Now, with music... That's another kettle of fish altogether. I remember distinctly when I only owned maybe 10 CDs. I was very...lethargic as a music listener at that point. Video games were, by far, more interesting to me. Then, at some point, I started to realize there was more going on with music than I had previously guessed. Then the world exploded. At this point, I hesitate to count the number of CDs I own (I venture to guess at least 500-600). What makes it more interesting though is the way I've been able to collect otherwise unobtainable music by artists I utterly adore (such as the huge torrent of unreleased and live recordings by Oingo Boingo I've recently been creaming my pants over). So, the internet has opened up resources to me that were previously unheard of, both in my life and in the accounts I've read of people who grew up as music obsessives in the 70s and 80s when mail order was your best friend. Along the same lines though, increases in storage space have changed things as well. My first MP3 player was a Rio500, which held... I want to say 64 megs internally and was boosted by a 32 meg card I bought for the thing. I can't begin to express how much of a luxury this was through the end of high school. Granted, my 60 GIG iPod pretty well overshadows that humble little device, but I have noticed that, where I used to be incredibly selective about every track I brought with me, now I can afford to be lax in my standards - to the point that there are songs that consistently come up on my shuffle that I skip every damn time. Technology has done a lot to increase the volume of information, musically or otherwise, that I can absorb during any given day. I'm not sure I've found the appropriate balance of quality to go with the increase of quantity though. In many ways, I think that's the blessing and curse of the thing, as you hear more and more as this high density culture advances one top-heavy step at a time. post comment

A Taste of Joy [13 Dec 2009|06:02pm] an_honest_liar [ music | Banco de Gaia - Last Train to Lhasa (Live) ] Just to change the tone of things in this blog, I restarted my eMusic subscription last night and, I must confess, I'm more excited than a chronic over-eater locked overnight in a warehouse full of candy. Part of the perk of being signed up again is that I can re-download tracks I lost that I'd previously purchased and there are some ODD choices I'd completely forgotten about that I'm dying to listen to again. Very bloody stoked! =D EDIT: And yes, I had heard a lot of complaints about the new Banco de Gaia before I snagged a copy, but I find them all incredibly unfounded. While these are primarily reinterpretations and live versions, it's satisfying in the way that hearing an old friend's voice for the first time in a few years over the phone is satisfying. post comment

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