Sunday, September 14, 2008
I guess there is something small in all of us that could be written big, so why are things the way they are? Call it my Cinderella theory, but I’m still looking for a shoe that can fit my foot. Now, I’m not one to complain, but I’ve been noticing for some years that it has been increasingly... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
PRE-THOUGHT II: TOWARD THE PATH BACK
Well, last week I took off on my excursion to WHERE’S THAT? (See below). And I can’t tell you if I ever arrived there, because I really don’t know myself. But this process of going someplace turned out to be more fun and interesting than the destination (which might explain why I never got there).... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
PRE-THOUGHT: THE UNAPPEARANT AWARENESS
Got this feeling, today, I should jump out of my skin and go to ‘WHERE’S THAT?” and I’m still wondering where I’m going because I haven’t arrived there yet, which is a little confusing to me because I don’t know how to do that--how you go someplace you've never been without a map, and I’m thinking:... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
My Beethovenia
Beethovenia ain’t my pet, she’s my upright bass So when we travel I buy her her own ticket And I shove her into her seat Fat people love her, and so do the thin Everybody just likes to cuddle up with This big, oversized fiddle Now I’m not jealous about all this attention After all, I’m just the... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
THE MYSTERY OF DIRT
I don’t mean to be banal (rhymes with…and probably a bit of both), but I’ve been wondering for quite a while where dirt comes from--not the kind of dirt you grow things in (outside dirt), but how does dirt arrive within my living space--like in inside dirt? Now I’ve been experiencing dust, some... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, August 29, 2008
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tiny is the explosion that makes no sound not yet to wonder why it needed to be Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
WHY DO FEMALES SWARM OVER ME?
Females just swarm over me It’s not my looks They just get a scent of my hormones And go wild I think all they want Is part of my essence So here I am, running away And they’re all trying to get a piece of me I know they’re only mosquitoes But who wants to be this popular anyway? Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
The Piano As 1st Computer (preface)
In my last two posts, I started wondering why music is music, why there seems to be tones that are trans-civilization and people seem to be naturally drawn to-- eg: The Pentatonic (5-tone scale)--though not in every tribal case. I guess I’ve begun a kind of journal trying to link together parts of a... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
PYTHAGORAS AND THE MUSIC OF THE SPHERES
Not that I’m going to begin here, because I’m already in process. As I said, or implied in my last posts, that when a society finds its own folk music, how is it that they independently find they all want to sing in the same tones (though a little differently). And this was the Pentatonic scale. So,... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
SCALES, NOTES . AND THE ORDER TO A UNIVERSE
Can scale be the proportionate size of a universe? Eg: can a universe be drawn to scale? I like this idea because if I were to build a house, I’d just like to see it on paper, and everything measured out beforehand. Ok, I’ve just presumed something about order and the relation of proportion, and the... Sign in to see full entry.