a short note to set a marker for this moment. i have applied to ascap after putting it off for a number of years. i’m ready to do more than talk about it. i’m doing. it feels remarkable. shopping lyrics will begin as soon as the application process is cleared. i’ve been in touch with the one in nashville and the one in cali that i used to collaborate with… and both are, i think, more excited than i am. heh. groove salad. oh boy. yup. bout time.
01-01-2007
well. a new year. today is rainy and overcast. but it doesn’t affect my mood. i am happy. smiling. content. peaceful. centered.
of moving on and foolish people
the following item arrives in email, just now, as i’m preparing to head to sleep. someone sent this to me via an anonymous remixer; an email pipe that is fairly certain to be untraceable. it is a copy of an item posted to the ‘scrytch’ mailing list earlier in december.
on a new year’s eve (and a dream)
i don’t make new year’s resolutions. it’s always seemed odd to me to wait until one day a year, make a bunch of promises, then (usually) immediately break them shortly thereafter.
om benza sattva hum
working with a few new images and the concept of transmuting negativity. adding another to the digital art pile. this item contains numeric symbols relating to Buddhism, specifically, those which deal with the obstructions, the poisons, the eightfold path, and the four states. the shift, left to right, demonstrations the manner in which moving from the five and the three via the eightfold path and maintaining it by four states delivers the outcome for which the piece is titled.
seeking balance
morning meditations complete, today’s contemplation is on seeking balance and trying to find the right path when beset by actions and negativities.
you know who you are…
this is to you. you know who you are. i’ll keep it simple. short. terse even.
now here’s a sad reality…
sometimes i wonder how it is some people manage to live from day to day with the paranoia and fear they inflict on themselves and others.
irony
irony of ironies, i am unable to do the one, last thing because to do it would mean having to endure another contact and i simply will not do so. cannot. will not. sickened and repulsed and done done done done done, damn you to hell, DONE. i would rather just let it sit and gather dust until the weight of the dust grinds it into nothingness than ever, ever again find as much as a dot come my way from either. and so it will. Rinpoche hugged me and said something that hurt even as it helped, “As you […]