I'm in halifax. My plane leaves tomorrow at 6:20. I'm supposed to get to the airport 2 hours early to go through american customs. Needless to say, i'll bake myself proper.
Also needless to say, it's because it'll be four twenty. And as a third needless point, i'm entirely kidding.
My last two weeks on pei were amazing. Really great. I'm definately happy my ticket was delayed. Things happen, i wont judge. I focus the judge inward, and welcome outside events with open arms. Ideally, of course.
The longterm forcast for caracas is as follows:
Highs(daytime)
tuesday 31
wednesday 31
thursday 31
friday 31
saturday 30
Lows(night)
tuesday 23
wednesday 23
thursday 23
friday 23
saturday 23
It's sunny everyday.
Nice update. Good eat.
ALSO!
Does anyone want my things? The yamaha doesn't deserve to run cold just cause i'm not around to warm it. I'd like to find a good home for this one.
I've also got some music. About 140 cds in a toight little booklet. If you like music, listen to cds and dont have much of a collection than this is for you.
I think i've got a little pair of bongos somewhere.
Lots of books. Come by sometime and see if you want anything.
Sometime soon.
Kent Aitken hosted an open mic in his living room. A small stage was built, and between Andrea and UPEI radio, we got a bunch of mics and amps and we rocked out for the better part of five hours.
The whole scene was recorded, i believe. But there's no way this night could be more fun during playback. I had a stellar time. Thanks to everyone that was there.
Peace
The important thing is that writing works. I wrote questions. Wrote what i thought were answers. Picked at my head. Asked was was wrong. Demanded reasons to classify the situation as 'wrong'. Argued back. It was kinda fun.
I didn't reeeaally figure anything out, but i had enough thought on paper to objectify the problem and better understand it.
In case it's of any worth to anyone, my words were split between reaching to take what i want (because my desires are real, and to not work towards them is doing myself a personal injustice) and avoiding action towards what i want (cause patience is a virtue and desire is just a step towards malcontentedness).
Take care,
simon
Right, i'm giving shout-outs now.
There was a panel discussion at UPEI last night. Hosted by nathan gill. My plan was to hop on the internet and tell everybody what my views are on God, marriage, theft (from a corperation vs. from an individual), and i'd even consider attacking our important topics: who the best band in the world is, and whether girls' pants should be worn by boys.
But i decided against it. It's some pretty heavy topics, and if i wrote what i thought then i'd be hoping for violent opposition. Something about smarts always finding violent opposition in mediocre minds. Pretty sure it's an Einstein thing.
Truth be told, on almost any major issue I think i'm right *AND* i dont know exactly what i think. The combination of these two things is odd. I believe when presented with options in thought i will draw correct conclusions. I think if i open any drawer in my head then only truth will pour out. The problem is believing that i have all the evidence necessary to hold an opinion on any major issue.
Nah. The problem is thinking that if i share my version of truth with other people then they'll tend to agree and rejoice in the arrival of new knowledge.
Yeah, that's it.
Peace.
simon
It's wednesday, and there's no passport. If it doesn't show up thursday or friday then i'm going to have to change my date of departure. I'm not about to call that a bad thing. Even if i push the trip back two weeks, i'll still get 10 weeks down there.
This motherfucking glass is half full, damnit.
I've had a real good time lately around home. I'm getting better at consistantly finding myself where i want to be. With who i want to be with. It almost makes me wonder why i'm so keen on leaving.
But not seriously. The unknown is such a draw. I know i want to get out of here. I might just have to be satisfied with happiness in the meantime.
Tough life.
xo.
simon
It started on new years eve when i took the time to write a fake letter to josh simon from the year 2010. I had just finished production of my album, with me on bass, drums, acoustic guitar and vocals. And after having put this album online and ready for download, it was time to remake it and sell it. The letter asked josh to find me musicians. Strings, brass, vocals, everything. Then whatever core songs i had could be completely repolished into something delicious. This record would be sold so that i could pay for the help. Studio musicians, production fees and the sort.
The letter isn't terribly important. But what the letter started could be. I've spent some time in the past few days trying to get a clearer idea of my future.
Not in an effort to avoid uncertainties; I dont think any of my ideas are rock solid. In fact, i've been surprised at how much my goals have changed in just 2-3 days. Could be that these changes are what i'm getting excited about.
It's possible: The more confident i am of the future i've chosen, the more likely i am to be heading towards it. If i keep letting my future goals change, then i'll continue to be confident in the future i've chosen.
I'm certainly moving. If i dont find myself stuck in a rat race then i'm bound to get somewhere.
I've been thinking about turn tables. I had them on the brain before Sandamini. You'll have to trust me on that. If i made records of drum and bass riffs that went with songs i've written, then i could have a mad one man act. The kids could dance, and i could sing. It's an idea i chucked a few years into the future.
As long as i get some tables after plant '07. Work on my skillz.
They'll call me smig.
Peace
simon
that make the whole out of it's parts,
are too aware of seperations
sleep and walls and beating hearts.
simon (01/01/07)
oooh, i dated something. Must be proud of it; foolish kid.
Also needless to say, it's because it'll be four twenty. And as a third needless point, i'm entirely kidding.
My last two weeks on pei were amazing. Really great. I'm definately happy my ticket was delayed. Things happen, i wont judge. I focus the judge inward, and welcome outside events with open arms. Ideally, of course.
The longterm forcast for caracas is as follows:
Highs(daytime)
tuesday 31
wednesday 31
thursday 31
friday 31
saturday 30
Lows(night)
tuesday 23
wednesday 23
thursday 23
friday 23
saturday 23
It's sunny everyday.
I got my passport. Effectively ninety hours before my flight leaves halifax international airport Xpresspost made the delivery to my side door. I'm enjoying a state of disbelief right now. It's all a little nuts.
Nice update. Good eat.
ALSO!
Does anyone want my things? The yamaha doesn't deserve to run cold just cause i'm not around to warm it. I'd like to find a good home for this one.
I've also got some music. About 140 cds in a toight little booklet. If you like music, listen to cds and dont have much of a collection than this is for you.
I think i've got a little pair of bongos somewhere.
Lots of books. Come by sometime and see if you want anything.
Sometime soon.
Last night was a freaking brilliant time.
Kent Aitken hosted an open mic in his living room. A small stage was built, and between Andrea and UPEI radio, we got a bunch of mics and amps and we rocked out for the better part of five hours.
The whole scene was recorded, i believe. But there's no way this night could be more fun during playback. I had a stellar time. Thanks to everyone that was there.
Peace
Last night i got home and felt a little down. I did a little writing, and it fully worked out. Whenever i'm sad, i usually feel smart. I think i'm wise and logical when in an ugly mood. Happiness is stupid. Ignorance is bliss.
The important thing is that writing works. I wrote questions. Wrote what i thought were answers. Picked at my head. Asked was was wrong. Demanded reasons to classify the situation as 'wrong'. Argued back. It was kinda fun.
I didn't reeeaally figure anything out, but i had enough thought on paper to objectify the problem and better understand it.
In case it's of any worth to anyone, my words were split between reaching to take what i want (because my desires are real, and to not work towards them is doing myself a personal injustice) and avoiding action towards what i want (cause patience is a virtue and desire is just a step towards malcontentedness).
Take care,
simon
A big shout-out to bonnie for the lift home last night. A gesture so nice it made me wonder if i was worth it. And i think disproportionately highly of myself.
Right, i'm giving shout-outs now.
There was a panel discussion at UPEI last night. Hosted by nathan gill. My plan was to hop on the internet and tell everybody what my views are on God, marriage, theft (from a corperation vs. from an individual), and i'd even consider attacking our important topics: who the best band in the world is, and whether girls' pants should be worn by boys.
But i decided against it. It's some pretty heavy topics, and if i wrote what i thought then i'd be hoping for violent opposition. Something about smarts always finding violent opposition in mediocre minds. Pretty sure it's an Einstein thing.
Truth be told, on almost any major issue I think i'm right *AND* i dont know exactly what i think. The combination of these two things is odd. I believe when presented with options in thought i will draw correct conclusions. I think if i open any drawer in my head then only truth will pour out. The problem is believing that i have all the evidence necessary to hold an opinion on any major issue.
Nah. The problem is thinking that if i share my version of truth with other people then they'll tend to agree and rejoice in the arrival of new knowledge.
Yeah, that's it.
Peace.
simon
There you are!
It's wednesday, and there's no passport. If it doesn't show up thursday or friday then i'm going to have to change my date of departure. I'm not about to call that a bad thing. Even if i push the trip back two weeks, i'll still get 10 weeks down there.
This motherfucking glass is half full, damnit.
I've had a real good time lately around home. I'm getting better at consistantly finding myself where i want to be. With who i want to be with. It almost makes me wonder why i'm so keen on leaving.
But not seriously. The unknown is such a draw. I know i want to get out of here. I might just have to be satisfied with happiness in the meantime.
Tough life.
xo.
simon
I've had an idea take shape over the past few days.
It started on new years eve when i took the time to write a fake letter to josh simon from the year 2010. I had just finished production of my album, with me on bass, drums, acoustic guitar and vocals. And after having put this album online and ready for download, it was time to remake it and sell it. The letter asked josh to find me musicians. Strings, brass, vocals, everything. Then whatever core songs i had could be completely repolished into something delicious. This record would be sold so that i could pay for the help. Studio musicians, production fees and the sort.
The letter isn't terribly important. But what the letter started could be. I've spent some time in the past few days trying to get a clearer idea of my future.
Not in an effort to avoid uncertainties; I dont think any of my ideas are rock solid. In fact, i've been surprised at how much my goals have changed in just 2-3 days. Could be that these changes are what i'm getting excited about.
It's possible: The more confident i am of the future i've chosen, the more likely i am to be heading towards it. If i keep letting my future goals change, then i'll continue to be confident in the future i've chosen.
I'm certainly moving. If i dont find myself stuck in a rat race then i'm bound to get somewhere.
I've been thinking about turn tables. I had them on the brain before Sandamini. You'll have to trust me on that. If i made records of drum and bass riffs that went with songs i've written, then i could have a mad one man act. The kids could dance, and i could sing. It's an idea i chucked a few years into the future.
As long as i get some tables after plant '07. Work on my skillz.
They'll call me smig.
Peace
simon
Little things that work together,
that make the whole out of it's parts,
are too aware of seperations
sleep and walls and beating hearts.
simon (01/01/07)
oooh, i dated something. Must be proud of it; foolish kid.