Still need to get off my rear end and write a tv show. And get back to sacc tv ( Read more... )

     I went to SACCtv today. I saw a rather impolite and impatient sounding fellow address the station manager regarding some footage/photos taken at the impatient man's resident. This man used the word docent. He was demanding the contact info for the man recording stuff at his residence (sacc did not comply, but said, "we will give it to the ( Read more... )

( If only I felt there were something more notable... )

     I rode my bicycle to schenectady today. Apparently I rode sixteen and seven tenths of a mile. This is abnormal for me. This took me about one hour and forty minutes. I am faster than when I last took note of dist/time by bike.
( I learned/felt )

I was reading a few of my old school "journals," and I looked at my words, and I thought about that one entry by Sforzare regarding in some way a lack of change in the self, and I thought, how have I changed internally? If at all? Has anything within me actually changed, or have aspects of myself just just been added and / or papered over? How does ( Read more... )

     I was "watching" that music community on livejournal recently. I thought it would be interesting. Other than a few interesting videos (really just the one), it was unappealing. I saw people type about how "I love music" or "I listen to all kinds of music" or what have you. I saw one popular-tradition band mentioned after another. And the jazz ( Read more... )

     Today was the last day for MFL. Today, things did not go as well as yesterday. I also felt a general lack of desire to blow. That is, I have taken up air trumpet again and it takes more effort than whatever I was doing previous, but the end result is better. Blah blah spleeah, and I got all boo-hoo inside. But that means nothing, for nobody ( Read more... )

     I was on my way to MFL show late this afternoon, and there was a rabbit in the road. Apparently hit, still living; its back legs were messed up and it was open. So I and my father take an interest. Then one of my father's co-worker/friends, driving by, stops and gets out to take an interest. Then there was that person on the sidewalk who took ( Read more... )

( Dream again. )

    MFL rehearsal went better, I thought, last night. Only forty minutes over this time. I actually started the talking with trumpeter Emily in my attempts to overcome the attitude of "these are my mutes, this is my music; if I pay close attention to those, maybe I won't have to acknowledge you." (like how everybody seems to do when walking down ( Read more... )