Wed 1:45 PM
but the debt credit card pit is enveloping my soul
I’m working hard straight through it
the city is hardening me
last night a bum came up to us and I bummed a smoke off him and gave him the last of my cash. It reminded me of some song I wrote a while ago where I explain why I give my last bread to the homeless
heading to Santa Cruz!
cooked breakfast burritos over these
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I have my grandfather’s lockbox, we will bury tonight as a time capsule in a GY with the SC gang
Facebook official it’s the 1 year Friendaversary with this one
Makes me think of Gintama
the whole point in life
which I have decided to take very seriously
SC goals checklist: get 2 tb HDD from brent return paige's sleeping bag + strobe light get stems of Trapt from Stefan work on ecstactic dance or new track PLAY BASS
FUCK the segway tour job fell through so I have a tutoring thing tomorrow
also my mom just had surgery and she’s going through a hard time
I will be calling my debtors before they call me, like this one podcast I heard of a mom who started a radio station. Her resilience and perseverance inspires me.
I am committed to my invention and will go homeless if I need to in order to finish it
But I’m far from being homeless if this tutoring job pulls through tomorrow.
tethering and applying to more jobs
good texting with Rob, I miss that guy
oh fuck gotta just start my company officially, I’ll make 3 sites for my friends for free, in order to help them and also show off website services for omari media.
joey yesenia ashley
music is the only solace
tried to get tape last night of Jack’s improv show but it didn’t work :( cause the SD card
At noisebridge yesterday I was doing research for the grasshopper track. Kill Bill, Karate Kid, and Kung Fu are the reference sprinkles for the track. Yesterday I got good progress on the second verse. The way it works is I come up on a Grasshopper, and deliver the first verse. It’s implied we both come on the chorus together. Then for the second verse the grasshopper speaks back, addressing me and society as a whole from an insect’s perspective.
The lyrics move from a time in my life living at the post house. Stefan and I called our studio the Post Office. It’s about a hypothetical situation where a girl has an emotional breakdown in my studio, a situation I feel I avoided in real life by working really hard and hermitizing there all the time. But the hypothetical girl having a breakdown is also an internal feeling I have in the back of my head while working on becoming a better musician. It’s sort of an out of body experience of seeing a version of yourself (abstracted away in order to safeguard myself).
I’m cutting her slack, while also cutting myself some slack. I’m in a desperate walk in nature, looking for answers and coming up with nothing but a heavy heart of a recent marathon hangout session with this woman. I plead my case to the first insect I see.
The grasshopper is also in a desperate emotional state, mostly on account of climate change. Among other tidbits of life advice, his main address is that although humans are parasites to the Earth, there are lessons to be learned from them. He reminds me that everyone is my mentor.
bai kid-o tiger claw? nope contrived
on the 17
also quick sidebar
this journal shows how the mind works
journals are usually thought linearly
but people don’t think like that
James Joyce worked on showing the complexities of the mind of normal characters performing the most trivial tasks.
The internet influences how we think, and this journal showcases both. I don’t think about things linearly. Everything is connected in this chaotic system, and our perception is our toolbox for choosing what’s more connected than the other stuff. These feelings, this passion, my commitment is infallible. I have leveled up mentally and I feel stronger from it.
i will maka a maca smoothie
Wed 1155 PM
If I were less high it would be easier to type.
We are about to bury the capsule and I don’t know what to say to my future self. Maybe only other’s words, that’s all I can think in right now.
wouldn't kiss a shaman do you workout? even lift? what happened future mike you got fatter future like technocratic hedonist little this this os that hedonist bless you or blare you through the weed police something in between sheets of saved motel lobby hobby stare her down go tell mommy I got new crushy now I love you I love you I would do anything for you shut the fuck up shame on my fear blame on fearry migrate to this is stupid I am stupid high fuck you future mike you don't deserve a thought from me work harder and make another capsule baby for the actual answers when it comes to love when it comes to fuck not giving anything of future mike I love that your passion became your profession I offer you no consession I martyr for your succession nother brick in the wall nother rick in the mall nother morty lost
Thursday 1237 PM
On caltrain heading to stanford.
6 fucking bucks!
A little scatter brained today - did uni research and overcaffeinated myself. I’m sweaty because I ran to caltrain.
Always go into the studio with goals
catch up on poliwat
decide what my role is for the show modern art
start the radio play demo reel
Write fantasy resume
make schedule for completing fantasy resume due by January 2nd.
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Choir Piece (with video)