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Just listened to Merzbow - Emu (19:18). I had a really good time! You should check it out, it’s not for everyone, but if you like great noise, then it’s for you.

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I have been slightly behind on most of my creative endeavors, waiting right until the deadline to throw something together. Lately though, it seems that everything that I have done this way comes out a little better than my original plans of creating a blissful finished product. I start out with a idea, then it changes and it makes the output of the finished product completely different than the idea I started with and to figure it out, I’d have to actually put some thought into the idea, so instead of following through, the idea gets placed in a full folder somewhere on the cluttered desk of my mind.

But my creative inspiration came together yesterday evening, when this little boy came up to me and asked “what’s the stuff on my t-shirt?”. We had this conversation about skeletons and the possible ways the bird ended up inside the cage of a skeleton. Then the kid asked “What’s that other thing around your shirt?”- it was my camera strap. Then he asked if I would like to take a photo of the magic glass egg. I took the photo and showed him it and he was inspired, I became his assistant, taking photos of things he pointed out. The best one was “Take a photo of my fist. Like this.” he held up his hand to my face and waited and the resulting shot sent him on his way to explore the farmers market.

It was so easy for him to know what he wanted, and the creativity just flowed and the end results where great. So for the next few projects, I’m going to just go with the flow and not think about the next steps and see how that goes. I’m sure it will leave a lot of the clutter behind and be way more fun.

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Well, I found this inside one of the books I thought might be interesting. This was the greatest thing about the book! Here is some kids drawing as outsider art #6…

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I spent the other morning going through all the books at the local thrift store and came across this… I thought this was hilarious!

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I’m going crazy. I have been looking for the dictionary for the past month and today I looked everywhere in the house- everywhere. And now I started looking for this CD I’ve been meaning to listen to, it was a demo from somebody, who I’m not sure, but the packaging was great and the hand scribbled disc and accompanying note had me very interested. I was thinking that it could of been just a fragment of a dream that it never existed on this plane, but G remembers it. He even listened to it and said that I would love it. And now it is gone like the dictionary. I will find it. I have to. Its not like it could be in many places. So if you sent me a demo in a white cardboard envelope with sparkly stickers of unicorns and rainbows and a funky slightly hard to read note, could you please resend it? Pretty please?

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Who and what is King Kooper? That is the question that I tried to answer in my sleepy state last night. It is a very rare question, that most people wouldn’t not know the answer to. King Kooper is something that I would usually just drop in a conversation- “That basement was very King Kooper dungeon-est like, don’t you think?”. And when I tried to explain King Kooper to my husband- which really did surprise me that he didn’t know who he was (can you believe he hasn’t ever played SMB!), it all came back vividly- “He was this guy, a turtle with spikes, no a dragon, maybe a kimono dragon with spikes on his back and could breathe fire and throw hammers- that kidnapped Princess Peach and he had these castles with mazes- more like lava filled dungeons, that were rigged with spiked pits and angry mushrooms.” Anyways it was really funny because I reverted to that state in life when everything was about SMB, years at least, spent mastering one of the greatest video games ever invented. You can read up on SMB here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Super_Mario_Bros. And on the theme of SMB, I now have other reasons for wanting to have some Tesla coils. Here is a video of Twin Solid State Musical Tesla coils playing the Mario Bros theme song…

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This is great! The UPC Sequencer! All these great sequencers are coming out and I find that I want all of them. I must say that software sequencers are a better item to be a collector of- I spent most of my teen years collecting guitars and now they sit around, they themselves have started a collection of their own, they are very into fine particles of dust.

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We had this party awhile back and people tied their shirt sleeves together.

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I thought I would update wp during the day this time, instead of in the bleary hours of the night. I think I actually even got the whole process done faster than normal. It kind of seems that updating is a regular thing I do these days. With plug-ins and version changes, but I really do love the process of the whole thing, and Wordpress 2.5, I am loving it! With this update I was notified that my theme is not widget-aware, so I am going to update the Ants In The Ocean theme to get it widget friendly… To LJ friends: I need to find out why the LJ x-poster is not working. So until it is fixed you should check out the blog instead my journal.

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What greatness lies in 8 bit. The KiGB v2.0.4 and the Little Sound DJ. These two things are, really all I need in life. Well, just until I can get someone to flash me a cartridge with lsdj and then me and my trusty gba will take over radio waves with the ways of the peaceful robot pirates! This has been the week of enjoying lo-fi technicality. Here is the first run after I got the Game Boy Emulator running on my MBP.

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On the way back from Spokane, we stopped in at the Rocky Mountain Music Store in Libby, where we usually find some kind of retro gadget to fill the always growing music arsenal and found this- the Casio Rapman. I instantly fell in love with it and was willing to drop $20 on this kitschy piece of awesome technology. You can check out all the specifics and sounds at synthmania.com/rapman.htm. And just as a under 1 min test, I recorded this track for your listening pleasure!

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Today G and I spent the day mixing this track that will come out on his next album- “We Have Eyes”. It was fun being back in the setting of a recording studio. It was something that I have always loved to do- recording, mixing, re-mixing or just hanging out around all the electronics and musicians. It is really different now that I live in a studio. All the cool gear has become furniture and slightly overlooked, but today has brought a new page in my love for recording audio. I’ve been playing around with this setup of a cheap microphone, a Boss Dual OverDrive foot pedal, and a super cheap low-fi Hondo practice amp and came up with this sound which led to me singing back up vocals, so check out this sound excerpt with the said sound fuzzing out on this out-take.

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Listening to: “Don’t Give Your Mind Away” by Jay DiPaola

your wanting grabs my attention and drags it into a spiraling sensation of happiness. yes it is, very short notice and i will probably not show up on your door step saturday night. but you just stating “its been too many years and too many miles and too many drinks drunk tonight” that makes me contemplate really deeply. i do want to.

As hot as it was outside, my hand was as cold as it is on the coldest day in winter. Holding the plastic condensing cup of freshly brewed iced tea, it seemed that speed itself was slowing as if frozen. Taking a step closer you asked if I wanted to touch your belly. I smiled, and watched the dwindling distance kept between us disappear. And with my hand on your belly, I felt the weight of your world growing as people walked in and watched from the aisles of the store. It never seemed we spent that much time together, but time wasn’t something we believed in…

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The sections of my brain that you are filed under, are being organized into the things that I should forget first. I could count with my inhale and exhale the… Mental Anguish that comes from my work as a vampire. I’m looking for your love. I suppose I am not all that I think I am. And if I’m too quiet in every conversation it’s just that my tongue is off fantasizing… You know I’m watching, so I look for you in everything and I wait for your response, cuz I see you looking.

We live in a society of separate communities, an ever separating continuum of forced false information. In order to avoid the pitfalls you have to have strong determination and destination… As the words fall letter by letter from my lips I can feel the air pushing away the moisture of desire. The way I see it. My mind has fallen in love more than once. And now its fallen in love twice.

If I wasn’t sure, I would assume that I was on drugs or something of that sort. My living moments are set in the dark of night. With that look of stoned: mouth open, eyes not blinking, words waiting, air accumulating, my tongue then realizes it’s own movement in time. Road-trips- that is what I like to call it. I spend about 83% of my time with sounds flowing from 2 magnets opposed to each other at war on the top of my head. If you get to that point of realizing that the language you speak is transformed into something understandable, the waves of control flow like the particles of unseen-reason.

What makes it ok? A type writer. A keyboard. A tape recorder. I am trying to stay away from thought of you, so I submerge myself with unnoticeable lies of injustice. I want to love like that again, with that overwhelming desire in the moment. Danger, you are here. I’m in love with a bad idea. It never seemed like that big of a deal. Then I realize, YES, I do have a problem. All those nights of underage drinking and being too friendly with my closest friends.

Where does one turn to, when a choice has been made. That is, a choice that can’t be changed. A choice that changes everything about you. A choice that takes every breath every particle, everything and claims it as its own? Words are not enough to defend the after effect of a statement left unsaid. But a ripple of my truth is still there. Changed?, but none-the-less never forgotten. Waiting- expecting me to scream: Remember the truth, the truth that came before the choice? It’s easy enough for me to type out, then re-read, but not so easy to state out-loud.

And if you think that I am being over-reactive, I am. I got what it takes but I can’t take it anywhere. I can’t take it anywhere. Life is my cycle, I am the result of a heterosexual encounter. My background outline is that of a sagging shoulders silhouette. I am the reflection of an idea. Awareness is the feeling of my face scrunched up. I don’t drink enough water, my nose is dry, my breath long and drawn out.

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How much closer can we want to be to one another? I move and you move closer. You move and I move closer still. Legs, arms and most of our body parts twisted to fit the natural curvature of our love. Fits of passion interrupting the reading of books. Fits of passion cutting sentences short. Fits of passion ending cycles of sleep. The bed, secretly sharing in our lust of devouring desire. Waiting as it always does, for the next chance of you bringing me close, so close and even closer still.

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thinking back to a few post ago, i wish i could suggest to you- DUCK TAPE!!, but alas it sounds way more than the trusty tape can handle. sorry about your loss… on another note i still need to drop by with the chai, and i do have a camera that is smaller than an altoids tin, it won’t work with my mac- so we will see (it’s a crappy little thing- but very spy/artistic)

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We escaped into the world of letters arranged as to make some kind of sense, and found that it was all just something hanging on a thread. Thats what it all came down to. Paper is just fibers strung together making a smooth surface that longs to be looked at.

You were in love with your teacher and my addiction to technology drove a crooked line between what was and what was never to become. I was swaying back and forth, weaving in and out, of what I had been made to perceive as real. My memory banks filing theories of recollections, under the - does not make an understandable conclusion…

I guess that is what happens when you let go, when you are no longer inside yourself. BUT too many times I have let this occur and too many times I have said, I will not let this happen again. “For I Would Make all to appear.” R-al.meglio

my bookmarks page stayed orgainzed… a wp plug-in existed that x-posted to livejounal, myspace and blogger all in one easy step… everyone had a highspeed internet connection. i wasn’t so into code. there was a browser that rendered correctly across the board.

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