Scott McCloud:
"What it comes down to is four basic principles:
Learn from everyone
Follow no one
Watch for patterns
Work like hell."
I'm pretty good at the first three. Work should be easy for me. I know what i want to do. Poetry and Music.
No sense sticking around here to tell you kids what i aughta be doing with my time. Lead by example, sonny.
So do you, though. Probably. Finger pointing. Any worry is too much.
If i could tell the world just one thing...
Work will quiet the mind. There's nothing to worry about if i'm doing my best. That is as facty as i can get. It's a lot easier to worry when you're doing nothing and looking at how much there is to do. Getting to work will quiet the mind. Shut the eyes on the to do pile, look at the here now. It's rather small. Work, god damnit.
Some people have told me that they think i'm pretty special. This mostly translates to pressure, but it's a good pressure.
As long as i let it make me move. If i'm still than pressure just hurts and irks.
I am not afraid. I am not afraid. I am not afraid. I am not afraid. I am not afraid. I am not afraid. i am not afraid. i am not afraid. I am excited and empassioned. i am eager. i am faith. i trust. i trust. i have faith i have faith i have faith. Everything is as it should, and will be as i will it to be.
So sure saviors don't apply
i need no help that's not inside
address that less is more this time
confess your blessings fell on deaf ears.
Mmmmmm.
Ohmmmmm.
Just a few minutes exploring vocal range made me feel like an allstar on monday. Lots of singing tuesday. Lots of music. Show on friday.
Love love love.
simon simon simon.
Forgive and forget. Relieve stress of memory.
Believe in God until he ceases to be.
Believe in me until i cease to be.
There is only me. Which is to say that i believe in you. I wonder if i can forget myself. That'd be ultimate.
Peaces.
I reckon i like being reminded of different people i am because i've been feeling a little idle. This is the longest i've remained on prince edward island since i first left, beginning second year university in 2002.
It's not that i'm overly unhappy. I have pretty firm beliefs that any problems i have are problems with myself. If a lack of distraction paired with constant gravity pulls me closer to my core than this is a core i should surely look into. Fighting the boredom of self actualization will take me nowhere. Best i love myself, while i'm so clearly in view. I'll be better for it by the time i'm swept up in activity again.
Cause it'll happen. The next adventure can't be far off. Facebook told me so. The shaggy drunk outdoorsman doesn't seem too unfamiliar.
Love.
simon
Webby Webby webs can free.
Lathered up in golly gee.
Factor of 8.
Divide by 2.
Loving yourself.
Doctor's orders.
Today i did a little counting to see how many songs in progress i have. Some of them are very old, some of them are very new. I have about 12. Some of them used to be written, back when they were good enough. Now they're not good enough, and have devolved into a state of not having been written. They're safe now.
I love music.
The beat is here.
Respect.
Love.
We're on all fours. We submit. To the power of thought and the inspiration of our happy days. We've lost all wars, and have learned not to fight. Not fight the power of thought or the inspiration of our happy days.
Peace and Love in your heart will say hi for me.
Sometimes the dreams i've got don't make sense. Sometimes i think i've covered ground, and i look to my feet and discover i'm treadmilling. Which is to say, i haven't gotten anywhere. It can be discouraging. I'm still discouraged only being what i am.
Anyway. I love where i am. I've got all the oportunity i could ever dream of. I'm going to keep dreaming myself into where i wish to be. I'll need love.
I have a new toy, it's a bass guitar. Red and white. Quite pretty.
Keep your head up, Arsenault. Never know what's coming. Confident it's good.
pieces.
I'm sure i wasn't as articulate as i needed to be at the time, so i'll do my best to say my piece here, where i'm not confronted with disagreeable faces.
Let's start with a metaphor: Hope is fingers crossed and a pillow pulled over one's head. Hope expresses what we want as separate from what we have. It is fearful and contrary to the power of what is.
Worst, it puts you out of the equation. Hope says, "since this is up to luck, i'll just announce which way i'd prefer to see it".
Throw hope away. Your life isn't based on chance. Einstein was right in his insistence that God does not throw dice.
Life is what you make it.
Happy riding.
simon
After a little mumbo jumbo about how removing myself removes the judge, i managed to come up with what seemed like a real answer: Honesty.
There's a lot that can be said for style and form and such, but that's not real substance. Without honesty you're just polishing a rotten apple.
So that was pretty good.
For me, anyhow.
plywood.
"What it comes down to is four basic principles:
Learn from everyone
Follow no one
Watch for patterns
Work like hell."
I'm pretty good at the first three. Work should be easy for me. I know what i want to do. Poetry and Music.
No sense sticking around here to tell you kids what i aughta be doing with my time. Lead by example, sonny.
I worry too much.
So do you, though. Probably. Finger pointing. Any worry is too much.
If i could tell the world just one thing...
Work will quiet the mind. There's nothing to worry about if i'm doing my best. That is as facty as i can get. It's a lot easier to worry when you're doing nothing and looking at how much there is to do. Getting to work will quiet the mind. Shut the eyes on the to do pile, look at the here now. It's rather small. Work, god damnit.
Some people have told me that they think i'm pretty special. This mostly translates to pressure, but it's a good pressure.
As long as i let it make me move. If i'm still than pressure just hurts and irks.
I am not afraid. I am not afraid. I am not afraid. I am not afraid. I am not afraid. I am not afraid. i am not afraid. i am not afraid. I am excited and empassioned. i am eager. i am faith. i trust. i trust. i have faith i have faith i have faith. Everything is as it should, and will be as i will it to be.
So sure saviors don't apply
i need no help that's not inside
address that less is more this time
confess your blessings fell on deaf ears.
Mmmmmm.
Ohmmmmm.
Just a few minutes exploring vocal range made me feel like an allstar on monday. Lots of singing tuesday. Lots of music. Show on friday.
Love love love.
simon simon simon.
Forgive and forget. Relieve stress of memory.
Believe in God until he ceases to be.
Believe in me until i cease to be.
There is only me. Which is to say that i believe in you. I wonder if i can forget myself. That'd be ultimate.
Peaces.
Sometimes i like cycling through pictures of myself on facebook. It's gotten to the point where they span a few years. More important than that, they span lives. When i was tree planting, i was living a completely different life.
I reckon i like being reminded of different people i am because i've been feeling a little idle. This is the longest i've remained on prince edward island since i first left, beginning second year university in 2002.
It's not that i'm overly unhappy. I have pretty firm beliefs that any problems i have are problems with myself. If a lack of distraction paired with constant gravity pulls me closer to my core than this is a core i should surely look into. Fighting the boredom of self actualization will take me nowhere. Best i love myself, while i'm so clearly in view. I'll be better for it by the time i'm swept up in activity again.
Cause it'll happen. The next adventure can't be far off. Facebook told me so. The shaggy drunk outdoorsman doesn't seem too unfamiliar.
Love.
simon
Thoughts can overcome anything. Waves of information will shake me loose.
Webby Webby webs can free.
Lathered up in golly gee.
Factor of 8.
Divide by 2.
Loving yourself.
Doctor's orders.
Today i did a little counting to see how many songs in progress i have. Some of them are very old, some of them are very new. I have about 12. Some of them used to be written, back when they were good enough. Now they're not good enough, and have devolved into a state of not having been written. They're safe now.
I love music.
The beat is here.
Respect.
Love.
We're on all fours. We submit. To the power of thought and the inspiration of our happy days. We've lost all wars, and have learned not to fight. Not fight the power of thought or the inspiration of our happy days.
Peace and Love in your heart will say hi for me.
It's a little bit harder to feel good on days when you don't. It doesn't mean it's impossible. Notably harder, though.
Sometimes the dreams i've got don't make sense. Sometimes i think i've covered ground, and i look to my feet and discover i'm treadmilling. Which is to say, i haven't gotten anywhere. It can be discouraging. I'm still discouraged only being what i am.
Anyway. I love where i am. I've got all the oportunity i could ever dream of. I'm going to keep dreaming myself into where i wish to be. I'll need love.
I have a new toy, it's a bass guitar. Red and white. Quite pretty.
Keep your head up, Arsenault. Never know what's coming. Confident it's good.
pieces.
I had a little conversation at Baba's a few weeks back. I don't know how it came out, but i was trying to tell some dude (who played a mean set of keys) that hope is a negative.
I'm sure i wasn't as articulate as i needed to be at the time, so i'll do my best to say my piece here, where i'm not confronted with disagreeable faces.
Let's start with a metaphor: Hope is fingers crossed and a pillow pulled over one's head. Hope expresses what we want as separate from what we have. It is fearful and contrary to the power of what is.
Worst, it puts you out of the equation. Hope says, "since this is up to luck, i'll just announce which way i'd prefer to see it".
Throw hope away. Your life isn't based on chance. Einstein was right in his insistence that God does not throw dice.
Life is what you make it.
Happy riding.
simon
Yesterday i was writing some lyrics and i was wondering if there could exist perfect lyrics. If there were correct and incorrect lyrics. Right and wrong, and so on.
After a little mumbo jumbo about how removing myself removes the judge, i managed to come up with what seemed like a real answer: Honesty.
There's a lot that can be said for style and form and such, but that's not real substance. Without honesty you're just polishing a rotten apple.
So that was pretty good.
For me, anyhow.
plywood.