tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35336252011-12-31T22:41:41.194-04:00buzzing like a fridgeI'm simon. I am interesting. She told me so.simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comBlogger7171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-71992677547485495132011-12-31T22:37:00.002-04:002011-12-31T22:41:41.203-04:00Listened to a little Pilate tonight. They're like canada's coldplay. Then they changed their name to Pilot Speed (copyright stuffs) and i didn't hear their second album. I let them go. I think i've let a lot of things go. Weezer might have deserved it. Dave Matthews Band might not have. Counting Crows probably. Matchbox Twenty isn't under debate. Lets not talk about the used.I have a simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-33013368879706415352011-09-02T16:20:00.003-03:002011-09-02T16:27:06.127-03:00My new site is too scary. I'm going to have to work on it. Attack the corners, the samurai say.
If you've got a sword, and you're looking to take apart a block of wood, a big swipe towards the middle will not do you much good. Attack the corners.
Maybe the blog will go front page center. Then people will be greeted by newness, instead of needing to go hunting for newness.
I got fired from simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-40453549148357558952011-02-19T23:01:00.002-04:002011-02-19T23:10:59.126-04:00This is my 722nd post on smig.blogspotI would like to direct you to an uglier site with a flashier name, simonjoseph.caIt's oddly sad that i won't be here any more. I'll admit we've gone through a bit of a separation in the past year. I've been busy with school, and surely my blog understands.You don't? You're right to be mad. It wasn't school that kept me away. It's just the most handy simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-67504522245012264342011-02-04T04:47:00.002-04:002011-02-04T05:12:24.690-04:00Tomorrow i'm heading into the studio to begin pre-recording of my first album.I'll be finding out what mics sound the best on my guitar, bass and voice.I'll be recording scratch tracks, just a vocal and a bass or guitar. I'll do as many tracks as i can. I've got the studio for two hours.I'll show the scratch tracks to fellow students who've told me they'd like to play on my cd. We'll match simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-15127411249776070492011-02-01T19:11:00.002-04:002011-02-01T19:15:08.782-04:00Tour de force.Kicking rocks, awesometown.Come around,to explanation.Seems like Andrea MacDonald, Cory Roper, and Simon Joseph are going on a few little tours around the maritimes, culminating in a giant 10 day run through to southern ontario in late august.Andrea orgonized the tour, and Cory and I will be turning ourselves into a backing band. Cory and I will also be opening the show, backed up simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-17473614188345047042011-01-30T17:43:00.001-04:002011-01-30T17:45:27.054-04:00Hot Damn!simonjoseph.ca - coming soon to a computer near me.I reckon it'll just be a home for blogging, and a few mp3 downloads. But it will bloom.Mmm hmm.simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-46704373484795321362011-01-30T14:00:00.002-04:002011-01-30T14:28:25.564-04:00Flash in the pan optimism.Remaining shadows of words which helped me move."not my fault""not my responsibility""bury my head""work hard""all works out"Leveled out. This thing is my responsibility. As it turns out, my school expects to be unable to sell me one of their old iMac computers, MIDI keyboards, and M-Boxes. Last year they thought they could, that's all.It's not a show stopper. It simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-86747158724925641862011-01-30T04:09:00.002-04:002011-01-30T04:16:34.271-04:00I'm still in a bit of a fictional world. Still in school, i mean.Certain amounts of effort are necessary to do well. The deadlines are known. Assignments have outlines. You tell me what to do, i take some time to do it, i get a passing grade.Most things in music school i have a knack for. My marks are good.I'm going to graduate in a few months. And there'll be nobody telling me what to do.simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-68304354619995444172011-01-27T23:26:00.003-04:002011-01-27T23:28:16.791-04:00Pounding away on my canada council grant application.I'm asking them for funding so i can move to a french speaking city (quebec or paris) to learn the language, involve myself in the music scene, and compose an album of singer songwriter material in the french language.I want to be multilingual. I want to write music and words that everyone will understand. I want to be canada's poet simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-82056960950218690372011-01-26T23:28:00.001-04:002011-01-26T23:29:27.530-04:00Yo yo yo, Just finished a recording of The Norm. It's got drums, bass, vocals, and a string orchestra. We had a comp assignment this week to write music for a string section.It sounds pretty good. If you're interested, leave a comment and i'll send you an mp3.simonsimonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-69161824163043672432011-01-25T01:22:00.001-04:002011-01-25T01:23:47.665-04:00Hey there,sorry to have ignored you. I'm still writing, just that it's mostly on paper.I'm trying now, finally, to get a blog hooked up through simonjoseph.ca Maybe i'll write there. People will visit you to see where i've come from. You'll be fine.xosimonsimonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-19618397512703892642010-08-19T22:01:00.002-03:002010-08-19T22:06:41.782-03:00I haven't written in such a long time, it's almost crazy.I'm hoping to launch simonjoseph.ca soon. I'm assuming that having new web digs will make me update more often. I've really let myself go.I'm going to cover the land.I'm occasionally tired of myself.I'm occasionally without worry.I play frisbee, and i'm in better shape than i was last year.I'm unable to prove that any problem i have is simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-45741245451973440302010-04-27T18:36:00.003-03:002010-04-27T18:38:39.623-03:00Hello everyone.Bon and I will begin our triumphant return to the east coast on the morning of friday april 30th.We'll probably take a week to ten days. We'll be getting in touch with some kids in calgary, some family in western ontario, some friends/family in ottawa, some family in montreal, and that's probably it.Should be good.exes and ohs.simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-43166352282043711202010-04-07T19:50:00.002-03:002010-04-07T20:08:54.000-03:00Did anyone get the license plate number of that truck? The one that ran me over yesterday evening. I've got dreams of revenge. Sleep with one eye open, box of wine.Not too many glasses, i didn't think. Perhaps i had a bug.Perhaps if one is sick because of a bug, they remember being sick. This memory is not at my disposal. I must have drank some serious wine. It came up. There was a lot ofsimonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-18261947454036120082010-04-04T15:53:00.003-03:002010-04-04T16:05:45.549-03:00Well it's spring, and party season is upon us.I think it's the showcases. Graduating performance and composition majors have to present a show to graduate. It's something they've been rehearsing and planning since october. And when a student's showcase is finished, it's quite a load off. It's time to celebrate.So, call it the right place and right time or whatever, i've had a dozen late simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-15830220221248504632010-03-20T17:02:00.002-03:002010-03-20T17:16:46.679-03:00sunny day.The moods been a little swingy lately. I'd attribute that to more beer in the diet. I've been smoking a bunch as well. Most evenings i've got a craving for weed, but most evenings it doesn't find me.Some new pictures of me in rock mode are up on facebook. I'm pretty happy about them. I'm pretty happy about music.I've got some major year end projects looming, but i'm aware of them.simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-58775142486477675202010-02-23T04:41:00.003-04:002010-02-23T05:34:04.880-04:00Playing lots of piano lately, feeling good about it. Throat issues, feeling bad about them. Throat coat medicated tea, feeling good about it.When my body malfunctions, I honestly feel that I can be repaired more efficiently if I avoid the use of food stuffs. I've come to see it as true that my body spends the bulk of its energy breaking down food. And if I eliminate the food, my body can put simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-20825706811709827202010-02-20T15:20:00.002-04:002010-02-20T15:44:59.493-04:00Hey there,It's saturday. I've had some yogurt and granola, and i'm eating a salad.I worry too much about food. I like to eat. I want to be healthy.Ninja Video has the examined life on their server. It's a documentary i saw a while back at city cinema. It's a handful of philosophical people taking turns talking.Lady says, "Anxiety is the mood for ethics. Take George Bush, who isn't anxious simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-1380783366446393552010-02-18T15:44:00.003-04:002010-02-18T16:00:36.815-04:00I had a gig last night. Playing solo acoustic folk and pop covers for nearly two hours in a local restaurant. Got payed with a meal, some wine, and a tip jar. It is enormously difficult to sing unamplified for an hour and forty five minutes. I had to really push my voice into an easier lower register, focus on my belly. It was an excellent experience. It pushed my vocal endurance to places simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-14445487014823811592010-02-10T04:24:00.002-04:002010-02-10T04:46:28.045-04:00Working hard, or hardly working.I've had issues lately. I've probably been working harder in the six weeks since winter break than i've ever worked at anything. For the sake of remaining truthful to treeplanting, we'll say much of my work has been mental. Maybe even emotional.I've been stressing out. I don't think it's very like me to stress out. I think i've got my head going in circles.Thesimonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-34179825740087940852010-02-09T06:10:00.002-04:002010-02-09T06:18:35.394-04:00Doing real good. Sleeping less.Mark, bass teacher has been pushing for me to play jazz tunes with fellow class mates. It hasn't been an easy habit to form, and it's hurting my ability to memorize tunes. Until recent developments have found me learning to play and record simple comping pieces on my keyboard! Now I'm pushing learning in multiple directions all in the comfort of three am study simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-17474750386330201022010-01-30T06:09:00.002-04:002010-01-30T06:25:31.872-04:00Hello faithful listeners. Prepare to be wisdomed upon. I hope it comes out.I just started reading The Tipping Point. Seems interesting, perhaps a shade inspiring. Absolutely readable.Apparently in society a tipping point occurs in every epidemic, whether that be SARS or crookedly wearing flat brimmed, fitted to a head larger than yours, ball caps. Popular books written by previously unknown simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-1210897857442368902010-01-27T00:57:00.002-04:002010-01-27T01:29:55.755-04:00When I graduate from school I want to not work for a while. I want to think. I want to write a book. I want to record an album. I want to be a kid.I can accept that I owe the government some money for the schooling and traveling I've done. Fortunately the kid in me is a bit of a poker fan.Is it crazy to think that I could poker my way through nearly twenty grand of debt while maintaining a simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-13258727743603614132010-01-16T21:36:00.002-04:002010-01-16T22:03:47.917-04:00The internet is a fine place to go to think.Quality exists, whether by some grand 'Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance' way, or simply as a scale.I think everyone has an opinion based on quality. What sort of car is nicer than another, which painting or album is nicer, what city or town is nice, what people you like more than others, these are things we all consider, consciously or simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-4369391556922606952010-01-14T18:55:00.002-04:002010-01-14T19:36:28.698-04:00What's more interesting, the outside or the inside? What's more relatable? Does lack of an answer render a question rhetorical?CBC radio talked about the pursuit of happiness a while back. Humans were built to desire happiness, not to maintain it. Our desire for happiness keeps us searching for food, searching for mates, searching for shelter. This keeps us alive. If we felt that we had simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-69882403923964477842009-12-29T20:16:00.002-04:002009-12-29T20:22:14.001-04:00Good phactibus.I got a journal for christmas from my mom. I've written in it every day. It's from Italy, and is made with genuine leather. The pages are made of paper.I'm trying to center myself. I watched a documentary called "Collapse" the other night. Anything that instills a desire to be perfect is probably a good thing. I wouldn't mind being a little less motivated by fear.I made a simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-40221690685162138672009-12-24T14:19:00.002-04:002009-12-24T14:51:21.866-04:00Blogging is nice.I like when i say things that i'm not expecting to say. That happens sometimes.I like when i say things that are of interest to other people. Ideally, my thoughts will inspire thinking in others, or inspire a calm, an absence of thought.Ideally, the things that i do are good.I want to be good. Seems like a healthy desire, if there is such a thing.I think that if i am good, i simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-15377751296281485142009-12-22T03:58:00.002-04:002009-12-22T04:14:44.136-04:00Why I Play PokerHello. My name is simon and i play online poker.I play poker because i believe in it. I believe in it as a test of skill. A battle of wits. A measure of ability to exchange money and remain calm. I believe it is a game that can be played well.I've played cards since i was young. My family plays games to win. It's healthy competition. I believe that i've gotten good at cardsimonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-69308488241848761872009-12-17T18:59:00.001-04:002009-12-17T19:00:44.005-04:00New Music Alert!Bon found them in the stack of cds she plays at her work. Angus and Julia Stone is the band, the album is A Book Like This.simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-15996894315118262072009-12-17T13:45:00.002-04:002009-12-17T14:25:08.776-04:00Best to confess i'm destined for more than i'm fit to imagine.I like to imagine though. I dream big, and i assume i'll do more than imaginable.Last night i started working on a TED presentation. It's about art. A couple pages of shorthand (not sure what that means, but it sounds intelligent) on the topic of 'what is art?'. It looks pretty good so far.I'll refine what i've got. I'm hoping simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-84738846242715125232009-12-14T23:27:00.002-04:002009-12-14T23:51:22.246-04:00Who are we, and what are we doing? Where is improvement?We're Canadians. Yee Haw.It's a label which seems to indicate only imagined unity. We're so linked to the united states of america, that we're unable to acquire a culture.Something like that, anyway.I was thinking about Japan. I had recently bought a crate of manderin oranges from there. To me, Japan seems entirely in control of what simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-60590820340932946792009-12-13T03:46:00.002-04:002009-12-13T04:42:12.461-04:00We are linked by a common desire to do well.This is not merely a link of three best friends, in a time long past. This is a link in all of us, at all times.How can we do well? How can we develop habits which will award us this peace of mind, this knowledge that we, each of us, is good?In order to believe that i am good, in order to achieve peace of mind, i must believe three things:1) That any simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-13102288127785887992009-12-03T17:42:00.002-04:002009-12-03T18:01:05.548-04:00Greetings, earthlings.I had a very nice open mic appearance last night. Alot of people said nice things.That's nice.Playing a bunch of poker lately. Party gave me twenty five, and i've PLOed that to 40, yet to make a major score. I've got a goal of a thousand dollars by year's end. I'm willing to call it likely. I'm a pretty good poker player.Semester's end has me busy. Major projects in simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-34629334726066641752009-11-29T14:39:00.002-04:002009-11-29T15:20:20.013-04:00Conspiracy Theory = Phat Entertainment!Yeah, i'm hooked. Subjective truths are all over the place, and they are frigging neat! First recent discovery: Nassim Haramein. I heard about him on the radio, talking about black holes, the construct of the universe. I started watching the hours of video available on youtube, and later (thxdv), googlevideo.He starts off with some mean physics, and simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-21324617990946025722009-11-05T15:44:00.002-04:002009-11-05T16:07:45.434-04:00Listened to the secret yesterday, played a few hours of online poker, trying to invision a bankroll with the decimal moved three spots to the right.I aughta have a bass amp by this time next week. I'll also have a Boss compression pedal. Between the two pedals and the knobs on my bass and amp, me and my headphones have some work to do to figure out the sounds i can make.While i insist my path simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-56792796911269485912009-11-03T18:07:00.002-04:002009-11-03T18:09:33.334-04:00Given time to think, i am stuck in the future. What might be. What i want, and want to avoid. I wonder how my present plays into my future, what i must practice, what must be done. It's really quite heavy.Days in and out.Love.simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-91038133259379623672009-10-11T18:36:00.002-03:002009-10-11T18:57:53.333-03:00Spin a while.The internet has found it's way into our apartment. Also noteworthy, we have found our way into an apartment.Music school is tough, but fair. It's all i've been doing, i barely have time to drink.The truss rod in my bass is broken, i'm sending my bass to fender in the states. They don't make Aerodyne P-Basses (the one i own) anymore, so i've done a little bit of fender catalog simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-25347444453359487912009-07-02T18:02:00.002-03:002009-07-02T18:08:15.345-03:00I got into selkirk college. It's a two year music program that i'm entering. It's good.My mom bought a house. That's pretty cool. She's moving to a bungalow in brighton, excited about walking to vic park, little grocery stores, and that sort. I'm excited about the live-in-ability of the basement. Seperate entrance, room for drum kit, built in desk and shelves on far wall of the would-be simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-5285483335520193552009-06-10T09:16:00.002-03:002009-06-10T09:35:12.097-03:00A little black bit tobacc quick my heartspeak with sounds in a pace reflectedrace to show amounts of potential realizedinstead of calm resolve to refind what wasmay not need your trust in memight not need to know i amcan't quite prove i've left my homesad in school. Bored at work.Agressively assault abuse of freedomI've got the time to fight the feeling that time is to be well spenti'm simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-6887068543213995222009-05-25T00:28:00.000-03:002009-05-25T00:29:26.194-03:00maybe there's not enough room for everyone to be a hero. But there is certainly enough room for everyone to be happy.simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-81557279238673523992009-04-26T20:54:00.002-03:002009-04-26T21:06:59.804-03:00It's lonely in here.I see repressed desires.I see a grip on self worth.I see hunger for property.I see thirst for strength.I do not see any thing that desires.I do not see any thing that grips.I do not see any thing that hungers.I do not see any thing that thirsts.Lonely in here.Patience comes through acceptance.Desires are investigated.Letting wants be. They're not unnatural. Not to be simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-82511853827472981272009-04-22T17:08:00.002-03:002009-04-22T17:15:11.391-03:00I sent an application to Selkirk College for their Contemporary Music program, including a video audition tape and transcripts. I'm majoring in electric bass.Young simon, but twenty six and heading off to college, trying to make something of himself. Seems like just yesterday he was finishing off his third year of University. Nope... that was five years ago.I am younger,duh,simon.simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-81041167858726016432009-03-23T15:09:00.001-03:002009-03-23T15:09:54.174-03:00I promise.simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-66714051765627273072009-03-18T07:04:00.002-03:002009-03-18T07:13:39.716-03:00Some people believe that perfection is what we used to have. Perfection as something we must strive to return to.While i've gone through attempts at believing that everything is perfect, it's a pretty hard sell.I offer perfection as an unattainable future that we'll always get closer to, but never reach. I'd like to suggest that should we reach perfection there'll be no more duality, no more simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-52029802910227689322009-02-25T13:56:00.002-04:002009-02-25T14:37:40.814-04:00Scott 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.simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-33530014784953412392009-02-25T13:05:00.002-04:002009-02-25T13:19:49.024-04:00I 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 tosimonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-82301967196233983252009-02-23T12:00:00.002-04:002009-02-23T12:10:51.834-04:00Sometimes 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 simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-6456062726859927842009-02-22T19:08:00.002-04:002009-02-22T19:15:09.177-04:00Thoughts 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. simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-1391761973415844142009-02-21T15:45:00.002-04:002009-02-21T15:50:48.344-04:00It'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 simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-57092553348035329382009-02-10T13:39:00.002-04:002009-02-10T13:50:24.699-04:00I 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 simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-74785842820518617412009-02-04T13:01:00.002-04:002009-02-04T13:11:50.183-04:00Yesterday 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. simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-45169591141693933452009-01-09T13:35:00.002-04:002009-01-09T13:49:29.448-04:00Neat idea recently.I've spent some time thinking that i'd like to be more social. I think about people i don't see much of. I think about how not often i go to open mics.Just a few days ago, i did a complete 180. If i knew how to make a little circle to show that i mean 180 degrees, i would've made that little circle.I've got shit to do. The shit that i have to do is not to share who i am. simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-44022528844348987402009-01-03T15:22:00.002-04:002009-01-03T15:45:44.677-04:00Well, here i am, and here you are.When i say here, i don't mean there. I don't mean that you're there in front of your computer, reading what i'm saying. I mean that you are here, you are this text as you read. This is your mind on english.I've been thinking enough lately. I've got two things going for me.a) God is the source of change. Not a new idea. The only thing that's new is the way simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-68130129941799139942008-12-27T15:56:00.002-04:002008-12-27T16:05:52.491-04:00Gravy Boat Operator.Today was a little angsty. I had a lot of wine on christmas evening. Boxing day was a no-show. Today was just grumbled. Angsty and grumbled.I took some time after work and journaled myself through it. At work too, sans journal.I can get anxious. I can get stressed out. It's strange, but true. Perhaps more strange to me than to you.The same bullox. If i'm in control ofsimonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-83829324472385659172008-12-20T18:21:00.002-04:002008-12-20T18:46:03.872-04:00This blog is an exercise in thought translation. Thoughts don't exist in words, you know. "What are you thinking?" is a difficult question to answer. Silence is seldom accepted.Nathan Gill writes story songs. I like them. He's got characters, and things happen to and through them.I write songs about me. My point of view. I try to put it out. I tend to write angsty music, and i think that simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-72226313696228799112008-12-19T19:27:00.002-04:002008-12-19T19:43:27.891-04:00I'm only human, afterall.xo. peacelove.hate mail.Never tell people your ideas. They'll die. Ideas can't exist in this material world.That's pessimistic. What i meant to say was that if i tell you an idea about a painting i might like to do, then i'll probably be sharing the idea in hopes that the idea will suffice in place of a painting which i've accepted will never exist. If i give birth simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-59603019969424261462008-12-17T20:20:00.002-04:002008-12-17T20:38:26.940-04:00Useful.Red E.Weigh teen.Pay she end Lee.4Doubt ooh do it.do it all.I`ve been taking good care of myself. I feel pretty fine. I`ve been accepting that i`m allowed to have wants. I can embrace them as i`d embrace any thoughts. I will not let wants create problems in my ability to enjoy reality. Wants are part of my reality. Everything is part of it, and it is to be enjoyed and looked forward simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-60557709696596835612008-12-17T13:09:00.002-04:002008-12-17T13:18:17.682-04:00I'm not directly responsible for my actions. I'm responsible for my state of mind. Today i worked myself into a good mood today. All i've got to do is trust. Trust in what. Faith in it. It's working out. Belief. Empty words pointing to power.For christ's sake, people. Don't tell other people what to do. It doesn't work out that way.There's an exception to every rule. Except for the simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-72191570865139851612008-12-11T19:57:00.002-04:002008-12-11T20:05:17.995-04:00I imagine that in the future people will get a kick out of drug commercials. A large chunk of the 30 second spot is set aside for fast-talk listing of the side effects. I imagine in this future natural fixes for the problems and not the symptoms will be commonplace. The idea that a supplement which fixes your runny nose but causes you diarrhea, nausea, and should be avoided by pregnant women, simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-55253780320169064112008-12-11T18:27:00.002-04:002008-12-11T18:51:44.917-04:00Good evening, guys and dolls. Y'know what's not as bad as i think? When I believe i've got something to say, so i fire up ye old computer and start typing, and end up in some description of a situation in which you've forgotten having something of import to say. Important, adjective.I watched factory girl last night. It made me sad. Made me think about what effect i have on people. Made me think simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-50561041323212485482008-12-09T13:11:00.002-04:002008-12-09T13:23:15.645-04:00If a tree is useless, it will not be cut down. A little bit of taoist "wisdom" for you there. It makes sense, for the tree. But what happens to a useless human? As far as i can tell, if a person is useful, he'll be kept around. If i'm a useful employee, i'll remain employed. It's possible for me to speak in a grander sense, that if i'm useful to God, then He'll take care of me.A tree can simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-65667569440613780752008-12-04T13:35:00.002-04:002008-12-04T13:44:15.017-04:00I just properly linked dave's new blog. Philosophy rock.String Theory (the band) is recording some songs on monday evening. I believe we're all looking forward to it. We've got a myspace page, with a few songs up. I think the listentoables will be better following this upcoming recording session. I'll let y'all know how she goes.I got a language learning program and i'm starting on some simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-57295098545624648582008-12-02T19:30:00.001-04:002008-12-02T19:30:44.805-04:00I just came to a really neat realization. I am the cat. I am bonnie.simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-21439396949899654802008-12-02T16:52:00.002-04:002008-12-02T17:08:03.347-04:00A few new bass riffs have passed through my viewspace. I've taken note of them. 10% inspiration has been accounted for, now the 90% persperation. I've got an empty belly, a pot of coffee, a box of red wine, and a tub of tobacco w/ tubes. I'm ready to be productive, starving artist style.Here's something wonderful: [Label that subjective before moving on] Neither of the riffs were written on simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-84312581829437069502008-12-01T13:39:00.002-04:002008-12-01T13:48:37.291-04:00Seeking goodness can bring about justice, i guess. But seeking justice will probably do no good."There's only one true judge and that's God. So chill, and let my father do his job." - S&PI really thought i had something to bring to the table. But here we are, sitting around an empty table.simonsimonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-26960727706603825812008-11-29T16:18:00.002-04:002008-11-29T16:47:28.451-04:00Sometimes i'm tired. When i'm tired, i know what i want to want to do, but i don't want to do anything. I want to want to be productive. I want to want to practice. I want to want to write. I want to want to feel it. But i concede that i don't.That's how i felt about 8 minutes ago. I put the bass down. I looked up motivating videos on youtube. I can't say i found much. But the feeling simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-61426232935402944372008-11-26T11:09:00.002-04:002008-11-26T11:31:03.284-04:00Well, this is interesting. It's almost a dialogue. But it's not.Oh Ego; when it's not a problem at hand, it is a funny one to look at. Illusions: Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah is a book of memorable quotes, "argue for your limitations and you'll receive them.""I'm not fighting for this Ego!"Okay. Breathing. I am Jack's peace of mind.I am Jack's imagined form of humanity. I am Jack's simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-87231559168669852072008-11-25T16:10:00.002-04:002008-11-25T16:22:16.436-04:00Bought some writing books today. If i take the receipt to my local publisher, it should be good for a book deal. I've put my money where my pen and paper should be. I'm committed to being a writer. Once the book deals start rolling in, perhaps i'll spend some time writing, just to see if i enjoy it.Dave had some questions about why a person might want to write. I don't have any real answers.simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-38230380135992103562008-11-24T14:54:00.002-04:002008-11-24T15:10:23.664-04:00Augh! My kingdom for peace of mind!'give up your kingdom and you'll have peace of mind'-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --I'm worried that i won't take the necessary steps to go to Selkirk College. Why am i worried?Is there a place that i'm supposed to be?Is it my responsibility to make sure i'm doing what i love? Part of me thinks that i just have to love where i am, and God simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-44450449507851403112008-11-21T19:09:00.002-04:002008-11-21T19:31:33.588-04:00That which passed through my father passes through me.Einstein was not great because of what he knew. He was great because of what he didn't know. He rose due to his curiosity.Hypothesis fill voids created by accepted ignorance.Truths of hows and whys saturate our once airy nature. Cough it up. Get loose.Do you know why you're here?I'll give you a hint: no, you don't.----- ----- -----simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-63202193183396434892008-11-20T16:18:00.003-04:002008-11-20T16:34:25.112-04:00Yes.The wind pats my back.I scored 80 simplicity points yesterday. I came to a better understanding of what it is that i'm to do. It doesn't sound bad. It's only as hard as i push myself. And it's what i want to do with this body.I have two things to do. I can break them down into more, but let's keep it simple. On that note, i can bring it up into one thing to do. I'll start there.Things simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-43037779319480769992008-11-18T12:47:00.002-04:002008-11-18T13:04:42.236-04:00The laptop that bonnie and I ordered has come in. I am connected to the internet from the comfort of my own home. I might have some occasional posting to do."But Simon" you say, "i'm moments away from curing personal boredom. Please don't lead me back down the path of perpetual thurst for useless distraction."And to that i say, "those are very big words, i'm proud of you. Find yourself a simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-54883349389627957212008-11-14T23:11:00.003-04:002008-11-14T23:27:14.395-04:00I have been sick, and it has been difficult for me. My throat hurt on sunday, but i attributed this to drink and smoke and song.Monday it was swollen, i kinda forced myself to eat. But i think it was took a self destructive angle. I believe fasting is best for health, and i was saying to myself "look at what eating will do!" I had a blue cheese sandwich for lunch. A sandwich whose core simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-81868712656104703642008-10-29T16:02:00.003-03:002008-10-29T16:56:35.486-03:00Why has it been so long, you ask?Well, i don't have the internet, which is partly to blame. I'm thinking about other things, which is fully to blame. I'm writing a lot on paper, which i am fully pleased with and will blame nothing on, except goodnesses. I've been thinking of a web output area which does not yet exist, a website which i want to own and be proud of, and work towards the simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-15654697801949263422008-09-18T14:16:00.002-03:002008-09-18T16:03:18.735-03:00who, what, why, where, when.who? Searching for consciousness; I'm pretty sure there's something which is me. I am thinking, therefor i am. Are there other whos, sources of consciousness which aren't me? Are other people, other humans, separate sources of consciousness? Is there something other than humans? Plant life, oceans, or winds might be places to find whos. Are there gods? Is there simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-36589753229256798172008-09-15T22:00:00.002-03:002008-09-15T22:36:37.549-03:00New post. Why not?So, I've got this idea of control. I can do this, or that. I have both ideas in my head. Both ideas exist as possibility. But i can only choose one, as far as history tells me. Logic. My human mind insists that only one course of events is taking place.Since there are two options, must it be true that one option is most beneficial? It seems necessarily true that two simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-34225330156989513262008-09-11T20:37:00.002-03:002008-09-11T20:49:52.410-03:00what to do, what to do.assuming that i am that which does the doing.uhoh. Philosophy.All i want is to be happy. And i am, often. More than you, i'd say.I expect so much. I am doing my best. That's got to be enough.Wait till i get off the dotblogspot. People from all over the world will show up to read what makes no sense.I'm not even unhappy. I don't know how i'm doing. Steps taken to simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-30599204657293919502008-09-09T23:54:00.002-03:002008-09-10T00:13:27.230-03:00Maybe the meaning of life is to enjoy work.My work is music. I don't mind being bad at things. I don't mind needing improvement. I love working at it. I love trying to do what i can't yet do. BUT ONLY IN MUSIC.There's a couple skills that i want. Lets talk about languages.I'd love to be fluent in spanish and french. I've attempted to learn both. I've acquired books and cds. I've read simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-74816004344863784532008-09-09T17:18:00.002-03:002008-09-09T17:30:25.207-03:00I'm trying to get myself a website. I think it will be coming about shortly."But simon!" You say. "You have a website. I'm browsing it!"I'll put my songs online. Just acoustic demos. I'll write up lyrics too, and tabs, in case you kids at home want to learn to play 'em. I'll blog there. I'll throw on a mittful of poems that i've written, my favs. I'd like to write some essays, about simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-68767706322973144312008-09-05T22:50:00.000-03:002008-09-05T22:53:38.802-03:00I picked up a piano today. It's a Willis. Made in Montreal. It's 8 feet away from me as i sit at the computer. Am i happy and excited? Yes.Played a bunch of bass today, a smattering of drums tambien.I love it all. Peace to you. Tell me about it in a hundred years.simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-56773653987542725372008-09-04T21:21:00.002-03:002008-09-04T21:26:24.131-03:00Mission Statement (excerpt from journal)How can i write you a poem a daywhen i think that it's wise to have nothing to sayI don't intend to dazzlewith fire or fleshIs it a gift to wish to leave you alone?Will God help me write a forgettable poem? one where words fall through the holes in your mind and have weight which pulls other thoughts closely behind.I want to fill you with simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-26911875389302864842008-09-02T15:49:00.003-03:002008-09-02T15:55:44.154-03:00The internet is a wonderful place to vent. There is a sense that someone is being communicated to, but it is 100% non-confrontational. Earlier today, i coughed up a bit of junk related to not knowing what path i should be on. Envying the person who needs to busk to survive.Anyway, i'm happy as an elf on boxing day. I spent money today, and i feel great about it. As predicted, i got a ride simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-46659233738860526352008-09-02T11:27:00.003-03:002008-09-02T11:30:23.308-03:00left. right. left. right.up. down. happy. sad.lazy. productive.drums. potato chips.bass. internet.alone. all encompassing.inspired. bored.lazy. productive.up. down. up. down. up. down.Thank goodness i get a day off once in a while. I feel like spending money today. I think maybe a ride cymbal and a nintendo ds with brain age. Fun stuffs.love it all, it's all yours.simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-82720767937838076302008-09-02T10:13:00.002-03:002008-09-02T10:24:12.679-03:00What is important about me? Are there any things that i should experience?You can see the whole kingdom of heaven without leaving home. The universe is contained within.sit. think. breathe.I work on music. This is how i attempt to add value to myself. I will be used.Sometimes i wish i was waking up in a ditch with a guitar and an empty belly. Sometimes i'm afraid that having everything a simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-49377932132713682222008-08-31T22:37:00.002-03:002008-08-31T22:48:32.112-03:00Home sweet home.Bon and I moved back to my mom's place today. We'll be here for a month, and then we're moving into an apartment downtown, to be shared with lilla and elysia.Now that i'm home, safe and sound, i'll be aiming to pick up my piano within the week. Likely tuesday or friday, my days off.The band is good. String Theory. Can improvement only be achieved through dissatisfaction? I simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-76176805656674569552008-08-26T14:21:00.002-03:002008-08-26T14:29:00.101-03:00Howdy good fellers.Just a quick note to say that the process of life is in full working order. I've got a new journal, which has aided my recognition of where i'm going. I'm very positive.String Theory has it's second show tonight at Baba's. I like how we sound. If you read this, give us a little bit of positive thought. Imagine us on stage. There we are.Imitationact like metimes the times simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-89724425078181228772008-08-18T18:42:00.002-03:002008-08-18T18:54:30.113-03:00And then there were five.On friday, i had a day off. At about 3:30 i crossed the street to pick up a buy sell and trade. A few weeks prior, i bought myself a drum kit found in the buy sell and trade, it's a fine book to read if there's things you may want.Anyway, to make a short story complete, i found an upright piano, free for the taking, might need tuning. I called, drove to sherwood to simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-33365824309854522142008-07-29T15:25:00.002-03:002008-07-29T15:41:32.395-03:00I'm starting work at Cora's tomorrow. In at 8am every day for the rest of the week.I've got no qualms with an income. Drum kit, guitar and bass lessons, all swell. I think i'll be happy to be working. It's surprisingly difficult staying content when there's nothing to do at all times. It sounds perfect... all i have to do are things i want to do; read, write, music. But there's still times simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-37886256903612788852008-07-25T14:27:00.002-03:002008-07-25T14:42:52.782-03:00I went into cora's yesterday to check in on my resume. My phone is dead and the charger is missing, so it was my best bet at communication.Their dishwasher had gone home, because a babysitter didn't show up, i was asked to start work immediately. I put in three hours, and got paid in cash, went home with a uniform.Look at me, eh? All working and junk.Also work related, i've been busking up a simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-53951983607675327322008-07-22T12:01:00.002-03:002008-07-22T12:41:46.685-03:00Good afternoon.I'm home, doing laundry. Watching Sportcenter. Soon, i will type up a resume and get it to Cora's. It's a noice little breakfast shop about three blocks from home.It'll be weird to work again. Last time i worked was a year ago.My justification work working is toys that i want. I want a drum kit.Aaaaugh fuckitall. I don't want to work, i don't need to work. I can sit on the simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-92207565369139308022008-07-16T11:16:00.002-03:002008-07-16T11:26:05.027-03:00I bought some notebooks today. 140 pages, coiled, Hilroy. One blue, one red. These are to be my spanish and french notebooks. I am to write in them every day. I am to build my understanding of french and spanish.Poco a poco, no?I'm not sure where i'll be in the fall. I think if i open all doors and windows and wait for something to take me away then i should be fine.I think i've mentioned simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-32355499786492293612008-07-14T13:22:00.002-03:002008-07-14T13:43:37.526-03:00If my last two librairy visits have anything to say about it, Simon is going to learn french.And that simple idea is intended to prove that idleness has a simple cure. It's not hard to come up with something i wish i knew. It's not hard to take one step towards that new knowledge. Librairies.What is hard?It's hard when you are afraid to do something you think you should do.It is hard when you simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-23970467930441515542008-07-09T10:45:00.002-03:002008-07-09T11:04:03.345-03:00I've got a problem with doing things.I don't know what's best for me. I don't know what's best for you.That said, it should be safe to say that the future is fine to take care of itself. I have a lot of respect for simplicity. Taking life day by day, and making the most of things.But what am i doing here? I'm unemployed. Spending monies on food and drug; spending time on stringed instrumentssimonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-42197952914975381952008-07-08T12:17:00.002-03:002008-07-08T12:59:16.823-03:00My name is simon and i am an addict.Addicted to love, my friends. And i don't mean sexy in-and-out love. I thirst for compassion, understanding, respect. I want you to relate to me. I want you to understand that i'm doing my best. I've heard enough of eastern philosophy to know that wanting is wrong. I can't help it. I'm born under a sun of solitude. The vastness of my soul experiences a lifelongsimonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-80267269120893078552008-07-03T11:15:00.002-03:002008-07-03T11:57:09.605-03:00Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.It's a good life if you don't weaken.But i'm weak.I seethrough challenges i've drawn to me.Far fromreadyfor bliss's generous release.from labouredbreathingrunning time and pumping heartsi staywith merudely asking when life starts.We're often looking to the future, are we not? You probably know the future i'm talking about. The one where life is good. Where we've got everythingsimonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-38390071012612310112008-07-02T11:41:00.002-03:002008-07-02T12:00:47.434-03:00Labels for this post: Scooters, Vacation, Fall.I'm looking at work in Banff. I think it'd be a worthwhile move. I don't want to stay in the same place. I don't want to be who i am, and if i get out of my surroundings, then my new surroundings are likely to change me.It's easy. Just keep getting rid of all that i am, and watch myself be reborn. Tons more exciting and respectable than loving simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-19207849970316174002008-06-24T10:09:00.002-03:002008-06-24T10:37:28.246-03:00jajaja.That's laughter in spanish, interestingly enough.So, i went to boston, played on a street corner in front of a Dunkin' Donuts. Printed off thirty copies of my lyrics, and handed out 4 of them. I had five people listening to my 'set'. And i received positive reviews.I met good people. Reaffirmed my love for travel. I like when i'm lonely and i don't know what to do. When i'm forced to simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-84115665039416021792008-06-20T15:20:00.002-03:002008-06-20T15:32:38.656-03:00here i am, in WHAT?? Buh-Buh-Buh-BostonGoing pretty good. Trip down here was more or less uneventful. I took a bit of a scenic route, unintentionally cruising most of maine on the slower paced coastal Highway 1. Once i got myself on the I-95 (now THAT sounds like a highway) I got alot closer to boston alot faster. I crashed for a few hours from midnight to two, thinking that i was still a simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-52592547324146787262008-06-13T14:10:00.002-03:002008-06-13T14:33:26.422-03:00Sholy hit, i haven't posted in a month. Wonder why? I sure do.I'm going to boston on thursday, that's pretty cool. It'll be nice to get out there. The world is really big.I wrote and wrote and wrote a few days ago. Puttered around the house from about 1am to 4am smoking spliffs and drinking agua. Probably put down 10 pages. I like writing about morals, knowledge, reality. Philosophical simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533625.post-87853692281742275422008-05-12T15:37:00.002-03:002008-05-12T15:56:00.597-03:00How much do i need to work towards the good things that i want?That question brings forth a few other questions.- What makes something good?- What do you mean by work?- How much can i trust wants to be the best thing for me?By work, i mean things that i wouldn't normally do. Things that common sense would tell me is a progressive undertaking. Something that adult family members would see as simonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05312698304554400451noreply@blogger.com