Let's get it kicking with this track. Killer drumbeat. Download, listen and read on, friends!
LTJ Bukem--Journey Inwards
(an apt title, perhaps?)
It's Been an interesting week in relation to, well, Relation and the discourse between and amongst people (not to mention within!). Feel rather inclined to describe myself as being somewhat enraptured in some uncanny, lumbering quagmire: It seems that once a rupture is introduced formally: recognized, marked, titled; it reverberates and surges, rendering any smooth surface rigid, sharp and incongruous. Incongruity is nothing short of beautiful, only in circumstances as mentioned, it manifests upon the body more like a fracture....
...When all along nothing within its most rudimentary form has really changed. Now can we really hold the process of naming, noting and identifying accountable for such haze and whirl? Or does this yield the inclination of form itself feeble?
This is a question that I've been rehearsing in my mind and comportment lately....
...As is usually the case, my obscurity is direct. For reasons of privacy, and in the fashion of chaos and falling stars, provocation through ambiguity pins open the possibility for a much more brilliant vagary than directness and clarity. At least as it relates to some matters?
Thoughts?
Here's another, pretty song. Digging this whole record, Shine Through. You probably would to--or ought to...
Aloe Blacc--Nascimento scene 2
Anyway, to kind of carry on into and through the mire of nonsense and semiotic mamblings (my new mot-hybride--caught in the space between murmurings and ramblings) prior commenced: I find myself in a hyper-abstracted situation where, when it comes to careful consideration, I am quite pinned down; it is not fateful nor dreadful, just troubling, as the commitment of my choices and force of my emotions are what draw the pressure upon my shoulders more pressing.
I realize that such a description of my perceived circumstance is...impossible at best. But here's my first step into trying to work through this in-between that has up to this point only manifested itself to me in energies and fleeting expressions.
Oh, and here's another. To end things on a 'better' note--although I never wish to espouse anything but wonderment and progress!
The Glass--Four Floor Letter.
I'll try and pull apart the ends of this tightly-wound accordion for further examination later. For now, enjoy the beautiful new music!
26 November, 2010
15 November, 2010
Doubt, ululation, flame!
Persnickle. Not quite sure how to describe things apart from that, at least for the time being...
A very full birthday weekend indeed my thanks for all those who participated in the celebration and folly, as that's really how it ended up--fortunate or not. Best part was the gorgeous little dinner I had with my exquisite lady, Ms. Jillian K. Pate at a charming petit Absinthe bar/Bistro, Z Cusine . Enjoyed a cocktail at the bar--beautifully named À Côté--Le Boulevard Saint Germain--one of my favorite in my favorite city; moved next door and ordered a Bordeaux, which I'd rate at an....11 I'd say; then split some Muscles and a delicious Tulip steak with my sweet. Then returned to an apartment full of friends and enjoyed some coffee, a gourmet cheesecake and wine with friends, my mum and her strange friend. 'Twas quite lovely...
Thursday was spent with my Father, Brother and amigo Brian, eating, shopping, retrieving and going to Dry Docks, what has been rated Denver's best Brewery (although I'd still lean in favor of Great Divide. Brian and I ended up respectably buzzed after sampling all they had to offer and a selection of our favorite, the H.M.S. Victory ESB. The evening was concluded with a night of Tequila shots, nachos and a few beers with Jillian.
Thursday's Song:
Yppah--Never Mess With Sunday
Friday was my party cookfest. The cook fest went excellently, due largely thanks to Molly B., who excellently cooked by my side; the second half of the evening, which I will call the Tequila Terrorism went so well I remember it less than I'd like to admit. According to some I was wild; while others profess drunkness and warmth. Regardless, 2 liters of tequila, 4...ish six-packs and a couple of bottles of wine later the place looked like a bomb had gone off inside. That and a whole handful of others made asses of themselves and a handful of good souls had to pay for it much more than they should have; although I am in no way responsible for the actions of others, I am responsible for where said actions take place. I'm cutting myself off from flagrant drunkness, spotty memory and a jam-packed house and will lean my preferences toward loving swooshiness and charming dinners. Class, not craze....
But it was a night to remember...up until shot number 9...
In light of this, I'd like to offer a new song by Blockhead--one that appreciates a sort of gloom, but still puts forth a smile because, well, it is a NEW Blockhead song, is it not?
Blockhead--Ugly Brown
Coming to a point where I'm kind of ready to move on to another kind of work. OR at least another place of work. The amount of strain, press and stress that working here at Gemini as an overnight is no longer worth it. Although I don't anticipate really shifting gears anytime soon; I do realize, however, that the post-graduation chill-out isn't really manifesting itself due to the pedantic stress I get from a job where I feel like appreciation is a word devoid from my superiors' vocabulary. At this point, I'd like to be involved with a place like Mental Health Denver or doing something a little more clinically-oriented (erhm...science, cough, cough) and a little less 'therapeutic' and babysitting. I'm also considering going for my Phlebotomist's certification and taking that where it may follow, as that'd at least put me behind clinic doors....Oh, but these are extentions into future projects and under an assumption that my foundation stays steady here and the anchors keeping me here stay beautiful and solid, as I feel myself being viscerally tugged over seas to whatever new Francophone (mis)adventures await....
All things revealed, I'm just stretched in many places at once: very happy yet quite hungry. And I'm not willing to just 'settle'.
Oh, here's a rockin' remix of my favorite song off of Bonobo's Black Sands, and anyone who wants to see one of the best musical performances out there, they'll be here the 24th....
Bonobo--Stay the Same (Welder Remix)
A very full birthday weekend indeed my thanks for all those who participated in the celebration and folly, as that's really how it ended up--fortunate or not. Best part was the gorgeous little dinner I had with my exquisite lady, Ms. Jillian K. Pate at a charming petit Absinthe bar/Bistro, Z Cusine . Enjoyed a cocktail at the bar--beautifully named À Côté--Le Boulevard Saint Germain--one of my favorite in my favorite city; moved next door and ordered a Bordeaux, which I'd rate at an....11 I'd say; then split some Muscles and a delicious Tulip steak with my sweet. Then returned to an apartment full of friends and enjoyed some coffee, a gourmet cheesecake and wine with friends, my mum and her strange friend. 'Twas quite lovely...
Thursday was spent with my Father, Brother and amigo Brian, eating, shopping, retrieving and going to Dry Docks, what has been rated Denver's best Brewery (although I'd still lean in favor of Great Divide. Brian and I ended up respectably buzzed after sampling all they had to offer and a selection of our favorite, the H.M.S. Victory ESB. The evening was concluded with a night of Tequila shots, nachos and a few beers with Jillian.
Thursday's Song:
Yppah--Never Mess With Sunday
Friday was my party cookfest. The cook fest went excellently, due largely thanks to Molly B., who excellently cooked by my side; the second half of the evening, which I will call the Tequila Terrorism went so well I remember it less than I'd like to admit. According to some I was wild; while others profess drunkness and warmth. Regardless, 2 liters of tequila, 4...ish six-packs and a couple of bottles of wine later the place looked like a bomb had gone off inside. That and a whole handful of others made asses of themselves and a handful of good souls had to pay for it much more than they should have; although I am in no way responsible for the actions of others, I am responsible for where said actions take place. I'm cutting myself off from flagrant drunkness, spotty memory and a jam-packed house and will lean my preferences toward loving swooshiness and charming dinners. Class, not craze....
But it was a night to remember...up until shot number 9...
In light of this, I'd like to offer a new song by Blockhead--one that appreciates a sort of gloom, but still puts forth a smile because, well, it is a NEW Blockhead song, is it not?
Blockhead--Ugly Brown
Coming to a point where I'm kind of ready to move on to another kind of work. OR at least another place of work. The amount of strain, press and stress that working here at Gemini as an overnight is no longer worth it. Although I don't anticipate really shifting gears anytime soon; I do realize, however, that the post-graduation chill-out isn't really manifesting itself due to the pedantic stress I get from a job where I feel like appreciation is a word devoid from my superiors' vocabulary. At this point, I'd like to be involved with a place like Mental Health Denver or doing something a little more clinically-oriented (erhm...science, cough, cough) and a little less 'therapeutic' and babysitting. I'm also considering going for my Phlebotomist's certification and taking that where it may follow, as that'd at least put me behind clinic doors....Oh, but these are extentions into future projects and under an assumption that my foundation stays steady here and the anchors keeping me here stay beautiful and solid, as I feel myself being viscerally tugged over seas to whatever new Francophone (mis)adventures await....
All things revealed, I'm just stretched in many places at once: very happy yet quite hungry. And I'm not willing to just 'settle'.
Oh, here's a rockin' remix of my favorite song off of Bonobo's Black Sands, and anyone who wants to see one of the best musical performances out there, they'll be here the 24th....
Bonobo--Stay the Same (Welder Remix)
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