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Ghost Cathedral (pic)


Before going to bed yesterday, I had the pleasure of getting a mail from my buddy Derek Sivers.

We haven’t shared anything for months (I was entangled in some win/lose project with Wizdom Music LLC, Jordan Rudess’ company, and other programmers…There will be a post about that someday, when I’ll be able to write about this useless turmoil) so I was thrilled.

It was about procrastination (my favorite topic of discussion, ex æquo with schooling and music), sand shells and co-op.

I thought, “well, tomorrow. I’m shit-tired now. I mark it as unread and we’ll see later.” (I eventually grumbled about being born ten or twenty years too late to produce anything worth today.Keep reading…)

That must be a side-effect of reading Steve Jobs’ bio (I’m still not done with it, as I don’t rush through books. Is the goal to end up being the fastest sprinter? No, of course! A thousand times NO).

“An artist is not likely to produce anything great after he turns thirty” is a killer sentence. I’m not sure if it’s how Steve put it, but it’s close.

I’m 30. Holy cow.

Do I hang myself or do I go grunt-busyworking in a cubicle (if I can find it in a crumbling Europe), killing my art (not writing, crafting music -still hadn’t figured out how to make something great/meeting my standard of quality out of GarageBand for iDevices. I am really old-school. I need a rehearsal space and real instruments. I need sweat and tears. I need partners. You got the picture- and drawing dark art drawings) as I’m doomed anyways?

I digress and concatenate sentences. Whoops.

Derek’s point was to make people realize how much difference it makes in a sentence when writing/saying OR instead of AND.

It doesn’t work with all sentences. Try with some which have alternatives, or a list of conditions.

Oh well: figure it out yourself. It’s puzzling.

Once again he is right. Right now, I feel like the dumbest man on earth. This is so obvious!

My sentence “what is common for me might be awesome for somebody else” is a slight modification of his own words. Of course with his blessing to use it.

Derek and I believe in (the power of) sharing. It’s impossible for me to tell you how good I feel when I share something I know. I don’t trade knowledge for money.

Derek Sivers and Seth Godin… The most awe-inspiring people I met in my life… So far.

I doubt anyone will ever come close. I mean, I hold Derek and Seth close to my heart, and I don’t believe any other emotional bond as strong as those can be made with anyone. It doesn’t even needs to be made. It doesn’t make sense, frankly.

I don’t need more.

6:17 am. Thoughts Pulled At Random

I have no clue what is happening behind the black curtain that forbids the city lights (yellowish bitches) to keep entering my room, but I know that like every saturday evening, it was about booze, hemp, lousy jokes, music, and having sex.

People still live by week vs. week-end? Whoa. Outdated, antiquated way of thinking and living. Every day is the same. What you make of it is the difference.

Humankind didn’t change much since the Romans. There are still orgies…

I wonder if I live in the same World as other human beings. Are they outer-space squids morphed into half-evolved neocortex bearers?

Even then… What about the 90% of our brains we don’t use?

“We don’t need everything at the same time” is a valid argument. There are highly specialized brain areas…

In an era of multitasking, (read: everything poorly done) do you still believe there’s a point to having highly specialized areas?

I’d better go with an overly resilient brain…

I wish mine was truly resilient, but to the shape it is supposed to have. Not to this mess I’ve got in the box.

Every occasion is good enough to rant about my brain being damaged beyond repair. Not only the wiring, the tissues also.

Am I missing some interesting noise (I hunt and sample them) by being deaf in one ear, due to a dead nerve? How can I know it?

Am I missing a carreer in Music due to my inability to focus more than two seconds? I forget everything, excepted what I can’t forgive. There is a lot to say about unforgiven people in my case.

When facing the issue of forgetting, I just feel like…Meh. I don’t want to push the envelope and do what had to be done. It’s already too late.

Too late. Two words that speak to me on high levels. We understand each other very well and worry about ourselves, but mainly, the world.

Where is it heading to? Really?
So much ants pissed at each other on a tennis ball (paint it blue, I know it’s yellow, thanks) makes absolutely no sense.

Competition makes no sense.
Greed makes no sense.

So what the fuck does make sense? Life.

Life is everything. Everything but competition and greed, and you know it.

So do I. That’s why I avoid those tentacles of evil.

Most of the population seem to base their lives on it. It is beyond comprehension for me. They’re racing to the slaughterhouse.

I don’t want to die old, but not too early either.
I’d like to be missed. Especially by people I never knew/met.

Macabre? No, I’m always like this when I need a good ol’ breakfast. Today’s one will be epic. Not as epic as some prog music, though.

I knew you noticed that I have a love-hate relationship with music. Especially with prog. I loved it in the 70’s.

Wait. I wasn’t born.

I love 70’s prog rock. Let’s leave it at that.

I love Opeth too. So much that people around go bonkers when I speak swedish and listen to their albums.

My cat is eating. Guess doing the same will keep me away from moblogging improvised stuff.

If you made it to here, kudos. You could teach Sun Tzu some Jedi mind tricks…