How much simpler would life be without music?

Without the mathematics of #9's and b15's? Without the relationships of V7's and the V7's V7?

What if no person ever, anywhere, could ever tune their voice to any one pitch. Imagine a world, where sound, not even sound, dissonance is the only vibration we ever come into contact with.

No singing.

No piano. No guitar.

No drums.

It begs the question to be asked: Is the expense of over-complicated tonal relations worth the augmentation of lifestyle?

I think I've shared this before, but it is all so relevant today as I consider my position in life, dealings of things normal.

The work (defined as energy consumed to produce a displacement) exherted by a spermazoid to swim a few centimetres in the uterus is proportionatly equivalent to a human being swimming through 3 city blocks of wet concrete.

It's easy to consume energy and feel like your normative movement is much faster than your actual displacement. All this to say that I feel like I'm beating my head on a wall--simply for the sake of believing that if I beat my head against this wall enough, I will eventually break through.

There are many people suffering, mentally, emotionally, today. Is there rest from this? Is there complacancy to be found? Perhaps the suffering is normal, but is our sensitive reaction to it justified? Perhaps we deal with depression in North America so much because we have given birth to a term that allows bad things to happen for no necessary reason at all--things that are normal are now things that are unacceptible.

"Until the pain of staying the same is greater than the pain of changing, no one will ever change."

Sometimes, we don't do what we want to do, so that nobody will know we want to do them.

This has been an anchor point for some thoughts I have had lately. Last year, it was easy to hide behind being tired and cranky, so as to avoid having to open up to people, letting them know my inner workings.

This year, I have no work to hide behind. In fact, I am finding myself far too transparent for my liking, and I find myself actively doublethinking the things that I do so that I am not exposed. Sometimes it even comes down to limiting contact, so as not to be exposed.

There are things that I do not do, so that nobody will know that I want to do them.

Trust issues? Esteem issues? Social complex?

I don't know, but I do like my bubble to myself, and the people around me at arms length.

Well, well.

My latest hurdle has been jumped. It consisted of the task of errecting a website presentible enough to bear the SPC name, and is part of the grander project of launching the internet radio station "Service I-radio".

You can visit the site here, at www.serviceiradio.beplaced.com. A link will be added on the side. Though I must forewarn: the radio station is not working yet! All the buttons are clickable with the exception for the "tune in!" button. I do, however, encourage you to navigate the three pages I put together to familiarize yourself with the workings of this project.

The planning for this has been in the works since April 2004, when I started playing with some Winamp broadcasting software, and grew during the summer as I started dreaming of an internet radio station that started off local only (LAN instead of internet) and grew into a PR must-have. We'll see where this goes...

I'm totally excited about this, though I am less motivated to get into the audio editing I will have to endure to launch this thing, since it is the first time I have ever done anything quite like it. In any case, I want to hear your feedback. This thing exists for you (and the greater Summit student body at large).

:D

"If you will all take out your tickets... we're drawing for the Best Seat in the House."

"Hey, that's my number!"

And thus my evening with free Dad's Root Beer and nachos begins, thanks to Steve Pederson. Yup. I ate at Blueridge free. How sweet it is.

The best seat in the house is two lazy-boy-like recliners square infront of a 50-some-odd-inch TV. And they kept bringing us stuff to eat!

And so, I have just come to realize that sudden sounds and thinking really hurts the inside of my eyes. Sort of like electrocution whenever it happens.

Goodnight.

ok so normally i don't do this i think it's going to drive me nuts not to mention you nuts too but i just had this feeling like really i had to shpleel everything that is on my mind like super quickly and the only way i could think to do it is in one big run on sentance so really tonight i am thinking a lot about how i feel like i am being left behind in the social scheme of things like how everyone is hooking up with everyone else or how people are moving on or have some kind of plan for their lives and then there is just me but also i have such a huge lack of faith i mean like towards God but there is no real good reason for it except i feel like a stalker like I know OF him but do not KNOW him *sigh* i feel like i might be able to sleep now why is it that i feel like such a burden is lifted?

If arrows, like intentions can leave my body and draw lines accross this great globe, where would they point to? What places, which events, which people? Does one point to another country, spanning the oceans, into some small villa or even a hut unknownst to me today? What about the arrow that follows the road, one hot with anticipation, feverish with excitement.

Are some of these arrows equipped with winches? There may be a need to drag someone along these lines; they may just not want to go. Are they white with stretch from dragging feet, do they eventually snap, and the arrow recoil back to the body?

Maybe there is only one arrow. Short little bursts of bright green, light-up energy, lasting as long as as high as you can jump. This is thetrip from and to Earth as seen by the temporal measurement of intention.

There are those--myself included--who only wish there were any arrows to be found. There isn't anywhere I wanna go, 'cause it's already where I am.