Friday, May 04, 2007

between learning applescript, switching to decaf in the morning, and generally loathing the Office Space (proper) that this office space has become, i found this blog entry while googling for script syntax and got the warm fuzzies.

(click to enlarge)

burn-in completed at 7:49 AM

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

here I go again on my own
going down the only road i've ever known
like a drifter I was born to walk alone

and i've made up my mind
i ain't wastin no more time

this whole aging thing is fucking with me. i mean, never mind that i'm rounding thirty, blooming about as late as is common in my family. actually, i don't mind that part so much. the part about establishing an emceeing career at my age is what bothers me. yes, bothers me.

i mean, sure there are rappers still going strong in their 30s. but they've had a foothold in the industry since they were young. they're rhyming at their age because they aren't ready to stop. but i'm saying, would these same cats decide at their present age that they can up and start rhyming for rent? for mortgage? for their nest egg? you feel me?

shit's driving me batty. at the heart of the argument, as with any existential argument, is the feeling that we should do what we love and that all the other push-pull factors cease to matter. but on the periphery of said existential dilemma are the moons of reality, and the resultant tides that crash palpably on whatever resolve your idealism offers.

here's what I mean by that:

so many things are different when you're my age. different values. different aesthetic. different style than what's status quo now.. shit, I even got a different bedtime. all changes that came with age and maturity and simply coming from a different era than the kids alongside whom i'm building my immortal discography. and the kids who keep people like me in business.

[i think of LL Cool J. the greatest of all time? so he says. he's not bad. but would he have made it if he jumped onto the scene on 2006 with his big Rick Rubin beats and his gorilla mic approach? i say no. kids would be like "no thanks. there's at least five unknown cats out of West Bumfuck who can eat him alive."]

hip hop for the thirty somethings? can i really bank on such a niche market? how far can i get kicking verses on "those darn 90s" or "yo, mind your stock options, son. keep that portfolio at modest growth in a down market" before i myself get sick of it? am i really the only one pulling this cart?

i can already feel the weight of my written material thus far, and it's all tipped toward notions of mortality and leaving a legacy. not a bad message, if i do say so myself. and it sure beats song after song about how hip hop was sooo much doper fifteen years ago. please. that shit couldn't possibly carry me through one album, much less a flourishing music career. not without wearing out its poignance.

so shit, let me know if you're feeling me. i really need to know that i'm expending my wick on a cause that's gonna validate a perspective other than that of my own personal artistic narcissism. not that my unicron ego is any bit insignificant. but you know what i'm saying.

peace.

burn-in completed at 7:07 AM

Friday, February 23, 2007

champion sound

i'll admit it. this blog is not feature-rich. there's no music, no animation, and shit, i don't even have my self-portrait in the upper left corner anymore. even my own vaunted opinions have been absent for long spells. but i have a new feature that debuts on this blog today: champion sound

champion sound was born of the idea that on some days, you get a song in your head, and for the rest of the day no song can top it. i run my itunes on shuffle mode for most of the workday, and then the ipod is on shuffle when i'm driving. like, fuck a playlist.

i don't even know what i was doing this morning to find the champion sound for today. i had churned through a couple hundred songs (many short songs, especially the punk ones, as well as some songs i just skipped over), and today's song was not among them. then i heard it in my head. i turned off itunes. nothing i had in my 100+ GB of mp3's was gonna beat this.

today's champion sound: Wu Tang's "Triumph," 1997. an amazing song. and if you've ever heard it performed live, chances are you were geeked twofold. at least. shit, i was.

burn-in completed at 10:00 AM

Friday, January 12, 2007

"finally. shit.": a photo blog





it's here. ooh wee.

burn-in completed at 11:56 AM

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

realizing the gift that is life and getting to confront the fragility of it all really gave me a renewed appreciation for sitting through another family holiday. not that i was anything beyond traditionally stoic, but yo i felt it.

i hope everyone got what they needed this christmas. i think i did. with my two presents and a handful of real gifts.

my eggnog is the shit, by the way.

peace. seriously.

-t

burn-in completed at 10:08 AM

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

whoever gave me the flu is a fuckin asshole.

mixtape volume 2: stick the landing
it's done and ready to ship. make sure i have your address if you want one in the mail. otherwise, make sure i hand you one.

ready? begin.

burn-in completed at 10:30 AM

Monday, December 04, 2006

the boss of me
okay, so i'm an airhead at times. maybe this finally qualifies me for upper management.

many of my loyal readers and other friend types know that my current shift starts at 5am. for the most part i work the whole hour by myself. this hour typically consists of robotic routines scripted from a manual in a big green binder on how to act. push button one, push button two, intial here, move on.

the routine breaks into jackanape chaos when a machine goes down in the off-hours. i walk in to something beeping or otherwise in a state of panic. this is what i walked into this morning. there was simply a gang of shit to do and only a few minutes in which to do them, so i get to it, mulititasking like a mofo.

my boss walked in during the middle of my "oh shit what now" headless chicken parade. she put her bag down, listened to my informal report on the state of the shit, then informed me that the 6am person took a holiday today. then my boss left the room to do something else. so i'm one-man showin' it for two hours straight.

i'm so the boss of me.

i was reflecting (during this tumult, oddly enough) on my concurrent aspirations for self-employment and financial freedom, and concluded that i'll be okay. it's a slow process though. a few things have to happen before i can devote all my energy toward acting like i work for myself. my artistic pursuits and their looming deadlines certainly factor in. and admittedly, i've been indulging in my curiosities about the opportunities for my career here and elsewhere. but see, a considerable portion of liberation from the hamster wheel is mental. so i figure, i suppose i could still work for The Man for a few years more. i've succeeded in unfettering my mind, and that's the most important part. besides, my nontaxable income stream is looking pretty promising.

like i said, i'll be okay. after all, i am the boss of me.

burn-in completed at 6:47 AM