Friday, February 11, 2011

Blank Canvas

Hello world! It seems like it's been a million years.

I had a conversation with a friend about the mood/feeling/emotion that artists can create or give off through their work. He seemed to think that if a person invested enough effort into it then they could experience a feeling that was totally outside of themselves; that they could feel something that was unrelated to their personality and memory. At least that's what I think that he was saying.

At the time I was skeptical. I didn't feel like a person was capable of experiencing anything without having their perception of that experience be colored by their spirit and memories. I told him so.

I think that I have changed my mind. I was listening to some beautiful music today. It was music that I have loved for a long time now, but I was listening to it in a way that I never had before. I felt a way that I never before felt. It was like a new facet was being chipped into the rough gem that is my life. I couldn't connect this new feeling with anything I had ever before experienced. It couldn't be categorized using my current lexicon. This feeling had no home inside my being but I loved it so much that I was forced to make one for it.

I have no idea if these songs will do anything for anyone else. You are welcome to try it. Listen in this order and at a high volume. Listen to them without a goal and with nothing on your mind.

Thursday, February 3, 2011


New music and videos and CD - Rolling Blackouts. YES!
The Go! Team makes me feel so good. If I ever have a hard issue to tackle a little sip of Go! Team goodness is always helpful.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Google Earth

Is anyone else totally blown away by Google Earth? I can literally spend hours using it without really knowing what I'm looking at. Sometimes I like to pretend that I'm taking on a long trip/adventure in India or Russia or something and then I follow a path of intrigue and exploration. I try to imagine the places, people, sights, sounds, smells, foods, traditions, colors, life and beauty of wherever I'm Google Earthing. It's a poor substitute for actually going to these destinations but it will do the trick until fortune smiles more kindly upon my wallet.

Do people really still use their imaginations? I find that I need to allot myself time to imagine. There was a time in my life when I was burning through the books I was reading at such a lightning fast pace that I had no time to imagine. One day, I finished a book and it hit me that I had no mental image of the main character nor could I pronounce her name vocally. I had finished a beautiful and complex story but, because I read it like it was an article in a newspaper, I had not gleaned anything from it. I had completely missed the emotional complexity and involvement. I had entirely missed the experience that the world of this book was trying to provide me. When I read I want color. I want beauty and feeling. I want friends and family. I want life and I want to learn. These things cannot be had without imagination. The words on the page need to become something else in my mind. They need to come together and form a life of their own. They need to spur the creation of my own words, thoughts, and explanations.

I reread that book. I'm glad that I was able to realize what I was missing. I hope to never make the same mistake with any other book again. Imagination can touch and improve more than our books and stories. If people would stop stifling their imaginations I think that many of societies ills would be bettered or even cured.

For Pete's sake - take some time to imagine.

P.S. I really love this video. Rakafeed is insanely beautiful and I love the way the video weaves together three separate events or memories to create a tapestry of emotion.

I found myself wondering if the dark night was before or after the other events. I think it was after. He was alone in the night. I think that he was retracing his memory path and experiencing flashbacks of his memories with his girl. She may have left him or died or something because in the night scenes he seems unstable and upset (almost frantic). The flowers are for her grave?