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Less is more I've been thinking about minimalism lately. Usually the way it goes is I have a thought about music, or something artistic and I wonder if I'm referring to that term correctly in my head and the uncertainty prompts me to want to look it up. I've done this of course, but the problem is I want a more abstract academic definition, in the way that impressionism can be defined in a way that's derivative of what the impressionists were and what the artwork itself is. I know there are the "minimalists" who fall into the definition with a capital "M" and I don't think that's what I'm looking for exactly either. It makes me think of other broad artistic descriptions like "Post-Modernism". What do you call words like these? They are highly abstract descriptors of abstract things, like art, music, painting, and literature. Are terms like these definitions alone, in the way tango just describes the dance and has its own connota...

  The first time I ever heard this Bright Eyes song was on YouTube, sometime around 2011 after being recommended I listen to "At the Bottom of Everything" by a girl I was madly in love with at the time. Summer camp before freshman year had brought us together, and my adolescent self as well as numerous acts of good faith drove me to take her word as gospel so I sought the song out. Afterall, she had also recommended I listen to "Between the Bars" by Elliott Smith which I somehow got ahold of and learned the tablature for marking the first time I sang in front of anyone.    If I recall, the monologue at the beginning of the Bright Eyes song was confusing to me at the time, and I put off listening to it under the pretense that it must have been a bad upload, or not the real song. Later of course I found it and it went on to be one of my all time favorites, still to this day. I've thought about what the song means quite a bit, especially the titular line given towa...

I'm reminded of something Cameron from LRT said when we were camping almost a year ago in Utah, he said he was teaching himself to code and that he had made a very simple program to organize or categorize simple text files, or something similar. He said he had set himself the goal of writing down 27 ideas every day and if I recall, he would input the ideas into this little program to use, for, well I'm not sure. Maybe that's the questions I should be asking.  Instead I find myself constantly trying to do something similar, making a collection of ideas. I guess by "trying" I mean I think about it in a borderline compulsive way and then do nothing about it. I'm not quite sure what the value of it would be, but I think it's related to a similar drive I have to document, categorize, and compile other elements of my life.  Lately that's been music. I'm trying to mark the albums I've listened to recently as one would kairns on a path. There's an ...

  It’s overcast in Providence today on August 3rd 2020. There’s a squirrel who just climbed down a tree near the table outside my apartment where I’m sitting with a coffee I made. I decided to let the kettle boil so I could hear how loud it got, but that coincided with when I was outside looking for the recycling so I also found out how easily it is to hear loud noises from down there if the windows are open. Pretty easily.   I slept very well last night and woke up dreaming a strange but interesting dream. I was honestly just happy not to have had another restless night of sleep like the first one. I’ve heard that the first few nights you are sleeping in a new environment your brain actually stays partially awake, that is more partially awake than it usually would. Sort of like a universal “sleeping with one eye open” behavior like how pirates and marines in Vietnam must have done. I guess I’m grateful but so far the only thing my increased sense of alarm has notified me of i...

On my lunch breaks  I would drive up to Etna and I stopped in this last week of July to take a picture of this barn. I thought it looked just perfect.  I edited in that Pink sky cloud which was from a picture I took of the sky the night I was texting Sam, that girl who worked in the co op. In my last week we had started talking more and I finally edged up the courage to ask for her number and we had a very short awkward convo and I sent her a picture of the sky on a whim. She replied saying  "When Pink Erases Blue"  Explaining it was a quote from an old poem. Very in triguing!  I enjoyed it immensly. . There have been  so many clouds like this up here.  I used to think that it was only big sky country which got sunny day clouds like this but...look at em  Flower Edit Fender Duo Sonic  This guitar is old  Very Old  From the 50's even And it sounds great,  and has some odd custom mods that I can't figure out that they do? My Dad ...