Cellar Door

Cellar Door

A layer at a time you fold back and and what lies beneath makes a dramatic reveal.
The realization sets in and your floodgate act in defense.
For every one step forward we waltz three back. Dancing endlessly around the point.

I fear this will be our last stanza together.
You, me and what could be.
Perhaps I am alone on this page as you suggest.

That Was Then; This is Now | Deus Ex Machina

First off, Imogen Heap. Sparks. One of the best albums of 2014.

For Ms. Heap’s fans, she has been long working on this project to help her be closer with her audience.  These musical gloves allow the user to use gestures to create sound or loops of sound.

However, CNN’s title makes it sound like anyone can literally slip on these gloves and become a musician.

http://www.cnn.com/2015/01/12/technology/imogen-heap-mimu-music-gloves-blk/

Heap’s gloves will not magically turn anyone into an artist.  It will not replace knowing musical composition, structure and musical knowledge. Heap and her team have brought a new technology into existence as part of her artistic expression.

Just for Now, off of her album Speak for Yourself shows what she does with her synthesisers live.  Me the Machine, off of 2014 Sparks, Imogen can drop the keyboard and 808s and truly be in front of her audience.

Can she bee any more remarkable?

More on her gloves:
http://imogenheap.com/thegloves/

Living The Dream

Jeff: If we’re going to Sneaky Dee’s on a Tuesday, we should have Fajitas, not Nachos.

Chad: You memorized the night specials?

Jeff: Chad, don’t take this away from me. I’m single, depressed and I live on my mother’s couch.

Post Script:

Nothing at American Apparel fits my Giant 6’4 Body. It always looks like I ate a hipster. 

Most Improved Student

Hey there universe, It’s Jeff again. Not that one. The Black one. I sit on the left side of the hall. I know it is hard to keep track. I get it.  Anyhow, whatever lesson you have, I did not get it. I went to the lecture. I sat in the front row. I took notes. Sure, I doodled a little in the margin but I was paying attention.

Dude, that one lecture could have been cut by like 30 minutes. I’m just saying. But I digress. I am still uncertain what you are trying to communicate to me. What’s going to be on The Final. I would totally review my notes, re-read your holy book but honestly could you just let me know what you think I should know? I’m begging you for mercy and signal what you want from me.

Until this point, I’ve been doing slightly above average. But I’m ready to be extraordinary. But I don’t know what step is next. The last few lessons have been muddled. I mean I showed up close to on time. I only fell asleep and drooled on the table that one time. I keep pestering the TA for the true meaning, She keep saying the answer is 42 but I keep getting 37. Clearly, I missed something and mathematics had never been my strong suit. I’ve watched closely. Observed. Done the exercises. But I’m not sure I’m getting a passing grade. It’s a new year so I’m asking you directly what you want to see in me.

/signed

Most improved student.

Sainthood | Tegan and Sara

In the service of relationships we practice being perfect. We practice our sainthood in the hope that we will be rewarded with adoration. As we are driven to become anything for someone else, we sometimes become martyrs for our cause.

Love, like faith, can never be held in an individual’s hands. But the story of a great love affair – especially one that is unrequited or has ended too soon – can be woven like scripture or a bedtime story. And so the themes of Sainthood are tied together by this simple title, borrowed, with great respect, from the lyrics of the Leonard Cohen song “Came So Far for Beauty”:

I practised all my sainthood / I gave to one and all / But the rumours of my virtue / They moved her not at all.

– Tegan & Sara

Giant Slayer

Goliath came crashing to the ground.
Done in by carelessness.
Allowing the simpleton to see his weak spot.

To Earth the giant comes tumbling, pulled by gravity to the floor.
Laying on the dirt exposed.

I am invincible!’
He screams.
The words proven false by the stark reality.

David has won.
The tiny solider now a giant slayer.
The vulnerable giant he has no where to turn.
No where to run.

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My Job is a joke, I’m Broke and my Love Life is actually DOA

I turned 30. So far, it’s not turning out well.  I don’t know where my hairline went. It just went SEE YA LATER then BOOM! Gone.

I’m single, certifiably insane and I just had to reapply for my own job.

Today someone blamed the tree in front of their house for Lupus. Not even 12 and I’m done for today.

So here’s some Lily Allen.