perception stoked.
another eventful day of bumming. i have found musique concrete, which is kinda likle tape manipulation. you can actually make music out of this! one of the first blokes who did this was francois bayle, and its early incarnations are kinda spiffy landscapish sound efx. it's music but it isn't music. really sounds just like background noise, but it works, as in.. it seems to weave a tale of sorts. i think this in turn set the stage for brian eno's strange atmospheric albums that were to come.

sound "midnight in the" garden "of good and evil"
oh yeah, chekkit out over here!!!

he's really gottit groovin' in his panties.

screw you Gordon!
this is the only driving instructor i need. here
enjoy kiddos, and thanks felix for the link. now i know why you drive the way you do. especially thru' village country.

conceded pass
no, that's not some inane touch rugby rule. that's my grade for my media writing exercise. it's official, i can't write a newspaper article, a radio script or analyse my own work. or at least my tutor thinks so. but waitaminute, if all you're gonna do is shorten my daymned scripts, shurely the other stuff must be alright! why then did you give me 6/12 for that section?!? of course i can only give you the minimum in terms of info, that's all the info we're fed with! oh, you smile pretty when i ask you how i can improve, and you say "yeahhh.. its just tying up lots of loose ends.." *sweet sanguine smile* oh, i've had enough of your type! bugger!!! i want more marks!! marks!!! i don't wanna fail anymore!!! *gasp*

this coming from me?
did i beat morgan to muso-related news?

joe henry's tiny voices out now!
GOGOGO

kings
i usually don't have much to say in mornings. and i remember secondary school, where i'd waltz in thru the school gates, see friends and mumble my hi's. i wonder if i didnt have friends. but a lot of music. a tragic genius? because the farther you dig in, the more beautiful your craft becomes. i think. ive been listening to a lot of beautiful music of late. the kind which isn't harmless, and you wonder: where do they come from?

i should be studying, knowledge is new artillery of globalisation.

the only thing i'm good at
i made another one!
here

the other one i made is
here

enjoy!

finishing last
locky says it best in his new blog about nice guys. massive !kanpai! party at nap's blog to celebrate the birth of locky's blog.

and i just realised you can make your own movie clips at fanta shokata. this fine piece of cinema art is dedicated to locky's blog.

falling in love with a puppet
we watched toy story 2 during screen class. it's been awhile since i've laughed hard. it's been awhile since sarah sang closely to my heart. like she loved me. it's been awhile since animated women made me feel good. rei ayanami from neon genesis evangelion. two motokos from ghost in the shell and love hina. and now, from american indian-blood-soaked soil, jesse of toy story 2. she's a redhed, feisty, wears a cowgirl hat, dances and big kawaii eyes.

yes. i have a sorrid life that's gratiffied by imaginary women. but at least they don't bite.

and now, we are one
in

got this piccy off seanbaby.com.
it reminded me that my first attempt at webpage building was also entitiled everlasting peace. a website filled with bad poetry and lost ideals.

big muff
before i forget, i shared an embarressing moment with jonathan during lunch. i asked the vendor at the lunchbox:"how much is your pie?" of course it didnt help when the funky chicken guffawed in laughter. but i don't think the vendor caught on. she was asian.

pedal to the metal
in a bid to make my money's worth with respect to my drving lessons, i burned enough rubber to turn capatain planet in his grave. along some inane australian street, i waited at the "give way" line. uphill. perfectly lined up, i observed the cars as the zoomed by. caught my oppurtunity. i proceeded into the necessary protocols, found the balance point and let loose the handbreak. this would be beautiful. until the wheels revved, but the car wouldnt budge. i floored the accelerator, only to be met with violent resistence and the smell of something burning. casually, the master took control and popped my gear into first. yeah, something was burning, and it was my master's pocket after he splurges on a new clutch.

on
so we have to get on with our lives somehow. we can sleep. sleep's an easy way to forget you have a life to live. if you sleep long hours, the day just passes by so much faster. i'll admit, im starting to forget wot its like to blog. i cannot remember the purpose of everything's harmless in the end. am i supposed to tell you about my day, or wots been going on? i think ive been shaped and i only know so little of it.

i can only safely say now, that i wanna grab my bass and play again. i wanna piss myself. and then again, i wanna not be dependent on my activities. yeah, i could go drown myself, it'd fill the hours. but just living alone drains the life out of you. ive got a case of the rut. i think.

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