Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.
The beginning is the most important part of the work.
you do realize
it’s the minimalism that got me
the simplicity of the message.
i love this june thing.
I said I needed to post something - so here’s something….
Listening: My Climb playlist - based off of “Climb” by Mos Def. This has to be some of the smoothest hip hop ever.
Reading: Re-reading Shackling Waters by Adam Mansbach. It deserves it.
Doing: Going over my expenses for just one day and preparing myself for this weekend adventure.
Eating: Garbage. A ton of garbage. Otherwise a chipotle chicken sandwich from Burger King.
Drinking: approximately 32 ounces of water. I’ve been drinking soda all day and my face is glowing with evidence. It doesn’t help that I’m due for a visit to the hairdresser.
Wearing: that white thermal with the hole that looks like a stain because it’s not quite a hole yet. And those extra thick comfy black sweatpants that has too much keychain in it.
Feeling: almost completely overwhelmed. I’m overthinking. A little tired. Distracted - but only by things I ought be distracted by.
Weather: Parly cloudy skies. Clear mostly. 50°F and the window fan is spinning steady.
Wanting: My passion back. For everything. I hope this excursion helps with that. I need it bad.
Needing: To revisit my goals created earlier this year. I swear the amount of money I spent in the past month got me questioning the hypocrisy associated with this “minimalist” lifestyle of mine. (file under: call Tyra-Girl)
Thinking: Can I do something right while at work? Will they call me when I’m gone? How long will I sleep? Why does my calendar say “Nothingness” and I’ve been doing - “everything”. My fashion sense. My perception and regard to sex.
Enjoying: My clean clothes. My evening.
Sometimes you have to play for a long time to be able to play like yourself.
by Andrew Wyeth
Because who doesn’t like
"Moaning" by Charles Mingus New York.
What would the trunk of a tree sound like if a cross section of it were played like an LP? With his creation Years, Bartholomäus Traubeck attempts to answer that question by using a turntable, PlayStation Eye Camera, a stepper motor to control the arm, and computer running Ableton Live. As you’ll hear in the video above, the rings of the tree trunk, as interpreted by this piece, create an eerie and ominous piano track that sounds like it was taken from psychological horror film. Who knew trees were so emo?