the end of the year as we know it
fine?... well, i don't feel necessarily fine, but i do feel amazed and magical and euphoric down deep inside most of the time, which occasionally flows through in spite of the surface physical feeling of bloat and waste, which is probably why this last entry for the year we commonly call 2007 is not quite the cumulative summary or even coherent wrap up of the year, nor will it be (unless it surprises me big time) the emotional catharsis or beautiful devotion to me, you, or life that i really could use at least once more before i die so i can start living as i know living once again, but it is an entry for us to enjoy and pass some time and most of all, keep in touch (which is the bottom line, after all)…
so let's get to it, ok?…
well, i thought i was doing something good, but apparently something went very wrong… i bought a mybook external hard drive and moved all of my music over to the mybook and deleted it from my hard drive because i was running out of hard drive space, but somehow a lot of the music files disappeared in the transfer… and i already deleted them from the hard drive… so i lost a whole lot of music and some of it was already on the computer so it is gone… boo hoo…
and the mybook external drive is so slow… i think it's because it's going through a USB 1.0 hub because the laptop only has on working USB port and so i connected a hub, but i think it's an old hub and only 1.0… but it's so slow that i doubt 2.0 will be much more satisfactory… the laptop doesn't have a firewire or eSATA connection… the good news is the laptop now has room on it's hard drive… the bad news is some of the music is missing…
the iTunes program has not been popular with my peanut gallery… it seems to be inconvenient and more complicated than a music player ought to be, from my dumb consumer perspective… i am considering giving up on it and trying some other music player… anybody have a favorite that isn't iTunes or the Microsoft one?...
so i've spent the entire night waiting for the 40 GB of music and video files to move over to the mybook… it's taken ten hours… it'll be another bunch of hours before things are back to useful if i can get the iTunes back there… i'll be distracted by this and television for most of the weekend and into the new year, so i wouldn't expect much writing or life happening, especially since i am surrounded by dead people and know no one alive who would call on me to go out or do anything these days… especially not anything healthy… luckily, i have the softball team and meetup when i want to do something with others… and my own internal sense of balance keeps me from dying too much, but it's not always as much fun by myself as it used to be…
a long phase, this phase, aye?...
meanwhile, in keeping with my investigations of humanness and most particularly, the egocentric limits the human places on their own minds and perspectives, i look up at the television (can it get any more exciting?)…
listening to music television, specifically listening to the latest rockers or bands or pop songwriters talk about the writing process, is odd to me… they sounds as though it is some vast process, some massive undertaking, and some flash of brilliance that creates the words, the theme, the idea, and the song… not to diminish the creative process, for it is fun and magical, but it is momentary and very paradoxical… so much of success for a song is due to luck, timing, contacts, and many other rather random factors… and the ideas, they are not something nearly as unique and brilliant as the songwriter often believes… it's probably been said a hundred times before in a hundred different ways, some that would be more popular than currently popular songs, but for the key missing ingredients – timing, contacts, and luck…
there was a time, many years worth of time, in fact, when i wrote a dozen rhyming lyrical bits of brilliance a day… once, when i was really obsessive compulsive, i counted the titled bits of rhyme (titles meant i felt the words were finished enough for being a poem or song on their own) and came up with more than thirty thousand… that was back in the early nineties… i haven't been quite as obsessive compulsive since then, except for at work sometimes, but that’s another story… i wrote less in the late nineties due to being obsessed with being in love and actualizing daily life with a family of six in which i was primary home parent person, but came the new century and the rhyming started again (remember?), but in the last year or so that's winding down again as apathy or ambivalence or both seem to be the dominant factors as i passed through the middle of the first decade of the new century…
do you get the current-tv channel?... it's fascinatingly in the moment, sorta… and for about a third of the time, the videos (or pods, as they call them) are vc2 or viewer created content… yup, anyone can send in videos and get them on tv… it is, perhaps, the most interactive tv on tv today and definitely ranks up at the top of best distractions available on tv…
of course i choose to point out a particular pod that relates to sex so i can foster my prurient fantasies (do i really do that?... only my hairdresser knows, and others who visit and spend some time with me, i suppose)… but i would like to meet an energetic sensual wild and crazy (and i'd say kinky, but humans define kinky in so many different ways and much of the kinkiness many people call kinky has no appeal at all to me, so wild and free and fun and sensual and fit and playful and goofy and unafraid of sex or nudity and laughing at sex and mocking anything and the wonderful rush of the occasional shock value experience and so on seems like a better description than kinky, just saying…
so i might take a closer look at Amber who has her very own amber doll and is doing this as a performance artist but hopefully is also getting off sensually or sexually or both on the experience cuz otherwise, what is art, anyway?... whether art or just a tax-deductable way of acting out favorite perversions, it's surely narcissism at it's best, and the fame got he a job…
there is so much more to choose from at current dot com and naturally, i did not paint the site in it's best light, but then, how can we find amusement in the best light (i don't really think that is actually a question), but it is obviously the missing link in my seemingly never ending quest to become human for, well, just look at all the humanity or something like the news guy screamed when the Hindenberg blew up, and i will probably watch the news year in review again one day, so whatever may be may be, i'll leave the subject for the moment with all the fun of the top five musical youtubers of 2007 (especially for your cynical wit, z, but the rest of us will probably be even more fascinated)…
there's always chris crocker to bring in the new year...
and that, wonderkin, is but one of many dozens of other distractions that have kept me away and dormant and vegetating of late and we come to the close of yet another year by the standard calendar used by most humans these days… it has been, if i am to summarize assess or somehow comparatively measure or judge, even, the year, eh… much to applaud and appreciate (especially you wonderful reader-friends) and much to laugh at (especially me and the rest of the world) and much to pity and change (perhaps the change will come next year)…
no grand profundity, no profound resolutions, just hope for improvement and positive change for everyone and for me, in my egocentric life, starting with me… have fun and enjoy yourself…
so let's get to it, ok?…
well, i thought i was doing something good, but apparently something went very wrong… i bought a mybook external hard drive and moved all of my music over to the mybook and deleted it from my hard drive because i was running out of hard drive space, but somehow a lot of the music files disappeared in the transfer… and i already deleted them from the hard drive… so i lost a whole lot of music and some of it was already on the computer so it is gone… boo hoo…
and the mybook external drive is so slow… i think it's because it's going through a USB 1.0 hub because the laptop only has on working USB port and so i connected a hub, but i think it's an old hub and only 1.0… but it's so slow that i doubt 2.0 will be much more satisfactory… the laptop doesn't have a firewire or eSATA connection… the good news is the laptop now has room on it's hard drive… the bad news is some of the music is missing…
the iTunes program has not been popular with my peanut gallery… it seems to be inconvenient and more complicated than a music player ought to be, from my dumb consumer perspective… i am considering giving up on it and trying some other music player… anybody have a favorite that isn't iTunes or the Microsoft one?...
so i've spent the entire night waiting for the 40 GB of music and video files to move over to the mybook… it's taken ten hours… it'll be another bunch of hours before things are back to useful if i can get the iTunes back there… i'll be distracted by this and television for most of the weekend and into the new year, so i wouldn't expect much writing or life happening, especially since i am surrounded by dead people and know no one alive who would call on me to go out or do anything these days… especially not anything healthy… luckily, i have the softball team and meetup when i want to do something with others… and my own internal sense of balance keeps me from dying too much, but it's not always as much fun by myself as it used to be…
a long phase, this phase, aye?...
meanwhile, in keeping with my investigations of humanness and most particularly, the egocentric limits the human places on their own minds and perspectives, i look up at the television (can it get any more exciting?)…
listening to music television, specifically listening to the latest rockers or bands or pop songwriters talk about the writing process, is odd to me… they sounds as though it is some vast process, some massive undertaking, and some flash of brilliance that creates the words, the theme, the idea, and the song… not to diminish the creative process, for it is fun and magical, but it is momentary and very paradoxical… so much of success for a song is due to luck, timing, contacts, and many other rather random factors… and the ideas, they are not something nearly as unique and brilliant as the songwriter often believes… it's probably been said a hundred times before in a hundred different ways, some that would be more popular than currently popular songs, but for the key missing ingredients – timing, contacts, and luck…
there was a time, many years worth of time, in fact, when i wrote a dozen rhyming lyrical bits of brilliance a day… once, when i was really obsessive compulsive, i counted the titled bits of rhyme (titles meant i felt the words were finished enough for being a poem or song on their own) and came up with more than thirty thousand… that was back in the early nineties… i haven't been quite as obsessive compulsive since then, except for at work sometimes, but that’s another story… i wrote less in the late nineties due to being obsessed with being in love and actualizing daily life with a family of six in which i was primary home parent person, but came the new century and the rhyming started again (remember?), but in the last year or so that's winding down again as apathy or ambivalence or both seem to be the dominant factors as i passed through the middle of the first decade of the new century…
do you get the current-tv channel?... it's fascinatingly in the moment, sorta… and for about a third of the time, the videos (or pods, as they call them) are vc2 or viewer created content… yup, anyone can send in videos and get them on tv… it is, perhaps, the most interactive tv on tv today and definitely ranks up at the top of best distractions available on tv…
of course i choose to point out a particular pod that relates to sex so i can foster my prurient fantasies (do i really do that?... only my hairdresser knows, and others who visit and spend some time with me, i suppose)… but i would like to meet an energetic sensual wild and crazy (and i'd say kinky, but humans define kinky in so many different ways and much of the kinkiness many people call kinky has no appeal at all to me, so wild and free and fun and sensual and fit and playful and goofy and unafraid of sex or nudity and laughing at sex and mocking anything and the wonderful rush of the occasional shock value experience and so on seems like a better description than kinky, just saying…
so i might take a closer look at Amber who has her very own amber doll and is doing this as a performance artist but hopefully is also getting off sensually or sexually or both on the experience cuz otherwise, what is art, anyway?... whether art or just a tax-deductable way of acting out favorite perversions, it's surely narcissism at it's best, and the fame got he a job…
there is so much more to choose from at current dot com and naturally, i did not paint the site in it's best light, but then, how can we find amusement in the best light (i don't really think that is actually a question), but it is obviously the missing link in my seemingly never ending quest to become human for, well, just look at all the humanity or something like the news guy screamed when the Hindenberg blew up, and i will probably watch the news year in review again one day, so whatever may be may be, i'll leave the subject for the moment with all the fun of the top five musical youtubers of 2007 (especially for your cynical wit, z, but the rest of us will probably be even more fascinated)…
there's always chris crocker to bring in the new year...
and that, wonderkin, is but one of many dozens of other distractions that have kept me away and dormant and vegetating of late and we come to the close of yet another year by the standard calendar used by most humans these days… it has been, if i am to summarize assess or somehow comparatively measure or judge, even, the year, eh… much to applaud and appreciate (especially you wonderful reader-friends) and much to laugh at (especially me and the rest of the world) and much to pity and change (perhaps the change will come next year)…
no grand profundity, no profound resolutions, just hope for improvement and positive change for everyone and for me, in my egocentric life, starting with me… have fun and enjoy yourself…
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posted by candoor at 11:59 PM
3 Comments:
The world is filled to the brim with music and videos, or so it seems.
I have no problem(s) with your music player, though usually I'm buzzing on my own music & mood when I surf in.
Here's wishing you and your Inner Circle all the best for the coming year, may it be filled with much fun, joy + happiness. The days filled with much much Sun (light) and the nights filled with bright Starlight.
thank you Q :)
the music is there for anyone who wants to hear and doesn't have their own on when they visit... it should default to "off" when you visit...
ideally, i'd like to find a player that shuffles and rotates playlists for moods and whims and preferences, but at least this one is a start in the right direction for me :)
joy to the world... and you and yours :)
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