1000 Oceans
So tonight I'm feeling a bit melancholy. I'm not sure if I'm even trying to avoid it though... I'm supposing, however, that it is temporary and tomorrow I will wake up refreshed and ready to go. I didn't realize that you could write text in colour before. It doesn't make much difference to me though, I'm fine with black.

heard from the tv of the latest bombing
the girls were dancing
she was coming of age
shells fired out the
flowers blown down

innocence targeted,
who's god is this?

wish she could have one more day

I am tired to an extreme, and I'm aware that tiredness makes me sad/sappy/irritated/emotional, none of which are enjoyable, and yet I stay up. and now I sleep.

bronwyn 

hospital
Ok, so Bronwyn's out of the hospital for now. Her platelet count is back up to 25. For those of you who don't know, my sister contracted a blood disease called dtp last week. dtp is a disease where the spleen produces antibodies, usually in response to a virus, which somehow end up mistaking the platelets in the blood for the virus and destroying them. Once again for those who don't know, platelets are the part of blood responsible for clotting. Normal platelet levels in humans are 70, bronwyn first tested for 17 after I found a giant black bruise on her shoulder, and eventually went down to 5 or less. It got to the point where the capillaries in her legs were bursting. She got a blood transfusion at the hospital yesterday, and we're all hoping that it works, otherwise she might have to get a bone marrow transplant which would be extremely hard and horrible. I'm sort of worried that she'll be traumatized after all of this, concidering she's only 1 and all... But hopefully she'll be fine.
cheers

An Orchestrated Rise To Fall
Do you think maybe it's just music with lyrics that distracts you creatively? My theory on creativity has always been that most creativity is a product of other's creativity. So I've always been fascinated by pure creativity, the non-recycled kind. It's quite difficult to obtain.

story board
The title of a song I would send to you all.

in the dark 

isobel bjork from UNITY 

inari kitsune (fox spirit messenger of the rice god) 

i know this place

I had been trying to think of ideas for my first art project. I was sitting in the caf, listening to my music and reading some oscar wilde. I tilted my head back to finish off my water, draining the bottle. A song that I had never heard before was beginning. I filled my mouth with the water. For perhaps the first time I noticed that my mouth wasn’t in fact full of water, but that there was air in my throat pushing the water forward, protecting my windpipe. My body was keeping me from breathing the water. “This is the moment” the song said. And at once an image, an idea rushed to me. I saw a person under water, someone who had been struggling from the bottom to reach the surface. But it was unattainable. Rather than flailing about in a mad attempt, the person looked up, I saw through their eyes, at the light playing on the water of the surface. It was so beautiful, they could almost feel the warmth. They forced the air out and at once accepted the water into their throat. There was something magical about that sort of surrender.

I’m becoming an indie music kid. It’s not so much that I despise mainstream music, or that I like the idea of being unique, but rather that I’m discovering that there is a different noise, a sound which really suits me, that perhaps I haven’t found yet. In listening to some of this music I feel that I am sort of rediscovering childhood. Some of the tunes evoke a sort of feeling of… summer, the sun through the leaves, hidden brooks you wade in looking at fish, the pleasure of a wind blowing across a field while you’re resting after just having taken a long walk through the woods and climbed a tree. It’s extremely satisfying.

I’ve been having lots of flying dreams lately, I wonder what they mean.

How are all of you?

but the skyline is blocked with egos
I am quite tired. But also content because the thing with the cop went well. I've been reading "A Picture of Dorian Grey" lately, and it's been quite good so far.

finally we are no one
Sometimes if you watch carefully, the stars flicker. Today I saw one going in a sequence : red, blue, green, yellow , orange. It was crazy. Then I was told it takes ten thousand years for the light from those stars to reach our lonely eyes here on earth. Ten thousand years.

I bend again
come round the way
double checking
the scent of corn
in the cool night air
always I'm doubling back
looking for something
but I can never quite find

chris in corning 

tori courtesy hereinmyhead 

from here no lines are drawn
From here, no lines are drawn
From here, no lands are owned
13000 and holding
swallowed
in the purring of her engines
tracking of the Beakon here
"is there a signal there on the other side?"
on the other side?

Another good song, except that it always makes me sad seeing as it's about september 11th. Whoah. Waitasec, isn't today sept.11th? Wow. Now that is weird.

Thank goodness for Shannon! She is the bringer of great music!
I love the way light from lakes and ponds reflects on leaves in that amazing pattern, with the light moving from bottom to top. It's like they're glowing all by themselves.

overflow
It's very difficult when you're unaware of how to cope with a situation, when it seems like you're just feeling too many things in too many directions all at once. It's perturbing to say the least. Life just throws things at you, and it seems like it waits until you have your hands full and can't catch anything; something's bound to hit the ground.

I had a nap, so I am not tired. Tomorrow I have school and then an appointment with a police officer to give a statement. I might have to go testify a little down the line... which wouldn't be fun.

Anyway... I'm talking on the phone now. So I'm going to get off.

instances
First of all, I must say that I never knew so much good music existed.

I got back from Algonquin again. This time I have no new pictures. On Friday I ate lunch on a cliff that I am quite certain not many people know about. I had a talk with my aunt, she gave me a rock. Later on that night we watched god and all of heaven march over the lake, and listened to a loon cry from across the night.

some things are too good
for example: Ann Coulter's writing http://www.anncoulter.com/columns/2004/072604.htm

a teaser: As for the pretty girls, I can only guess that it's because liberal boys never try to make a move on you without the UN Security Council's approval. Plus, it's no fun riding around in those dinky little hybrid cars. My pretty-girl allies stick out like a sore thumb amongst the corn-fed, no make-up, natural fiber, no-bra needing, sandal-wearing, hirsute, somewhat fragrant hippie chick pie wagons they call "women" at the Democratic National Convention.

.....this is a joke, right?

the real rolling clouds 

thoughts right now
So I made my first cd the other day. I was all proud of my creation. It has some pretty good tunes on it. I like making cds, I'll have to do more of that in the future, but plan them better next time. I think making your own sort-of mixes gives you an idea of how hard it must be to be a real musician and put out cds. At least cds that have a natural flow and maybe an idea or a feel to them that all of the tracks follow and bring you along. It would be extremely interesting to be a musician.

Speaking of which, I might finally be taking piano lessons in the near future! That would be so exciting! Melissa, are you any good at teaching? ;)

I can't think of any pictures to post that are interesting, but I think it's because I've seen them all a million times, they might be more interesting to you guys. I had thought about making a photo-only blog, but I figure I shouldn't spread myself too thin, I don't seem to work well under those circumstances (see last post, written while splitting my attention between various things). I had also thought about doing a poetry blog... and a rant blog... and I even got a live journal, except I don't think I should do anything on it because I a) don't want to divide my attention (as much as I have which is very little) any further, B) I don't want to read about what I've wasted the day doing or not doing, C) I'm not sure if I or the people I spend my time with would even want any details of their lives or experiences being posted on it *cough clyde cough*. And so... perhaps no live journal.

I keep having weird dreams with a gender-less person whom I think I am supposed to meet in the future. S/he keeps telling me things that I understand in the dream but not in waking life that I think may be important. It's quite frustrating.

Wow, see, this is what happens when I'm not on MSN or browsing other websites while I'm blogging ---- Content!