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What should my new song be called? Also, I have a new song.

So, I have this song I’ve been kicking around, trying to get it somewhere, and I’ve finally got it in decent shape. Problem is, I’ve never thought of a good name for this song, so… does anyone have any ideas? Let me know through my email or if you know me, just come to my house and crash a rock wrapped in your criticisms and ideas through my window. If you give me a good’n, I’ll use it! The rock, I mean.

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Slump.

It’s been far too long since I’ve done anything creative… but being enrolled in college again is giving me a little more spark. Today I wrote “Talkin’ Beer Pong Blues” and “Giblets”. Two weird songs, I’ll post them here eventually.

The Art of Manliness.

Hey all, this is just a plug for one of my favorite websites, The Art of Manliness.

“The Art of Manliness is authored by husband and wife team, Brett and Kate McKay. It features articles on helping men be better husbands, better fathers, and better men. In our search to uncover the lost art of manliness, we’ll look to the past to find examples of manliness in action. We’ll analyze the lives of great men who knew what it meant to “man up” and hopefully learn from them. And we’ll talk about the skills, manners, and principles that every man should know. Since beginning in January 2008, The Art of Manliness has already gained 53,000+ subscribers and continues to grow each week.”

They have everything from how to start a fire without matches, to all the baseball pitches every man should know, to how to shave properly. Lots of good stuff, and worth checking out whether you happen to be a man, a woman, or anything in between.

My NaNoWriMo Novel Synopsis.

“An aging flower child and multi-billionaire, who is a born-again and very zealous Christian, decides to invest his enormous wealth into creating a tropical paradise in a giant dome. It is meant to recreate the biblical garden of Eden, where it will be home to a select few people, who will live as Adam and Eve did: nude, free from sin and shame, and totally committed to a life of naturalism and peace. Things go well, but not for long…”

Stay tuned for the release of the book itself – when it’s done, hopefully by November 30th, I’ll put the whole thing up here, each chapter with its own page.

National Novel Writing Month!

National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo, takes place from November 1st to November 30th. The goal is to start fresh and write an entire 50k+ word novel in one month.

I’m doing it, and I hope you all will, too. There’s nothing like writing a story to keep your brain active and test your creative limits. I’ll be posting my progress here as well as on the official site, nanowrimo.org.

What will my book be about? Well, that’s something I’ll have to figure out before November 1st. Good luck to all participating!

Life and Death, and All In Between.

For all the infinite potential we possess, for all the countless ways we could spend the time we have on this planet, a vast majority of us spend it preparing for the future.

We do not live in the present. Everything is just a placeholder for ‘real life’. We are always waiting for things to truly begin at some point in the future. We are always depending on the future to return to us what we have invested in it, sacrificed for – our lives and our happiness.

In school, we work for years toward the last examination of our skills, even then called a ‘test’. A test for what? When does the real thing come?

Next we go to college for even more preparation. All our time and our money is dedicating to furthering our education, but not for the benefit of the now. We do it so our futures may be brighter.

Next, finally out of school and into the workforce, our debts are already deep but our hopes are high. Our futures are bright. That’s what counts, isn’t it?

For years – many more than we endured during school – we work, and we work, and we work, and we work. We start families and help them prepare to eventually reach our level, and God willing, surpass it. We want more for our children than we had. We want them to be better prepared.

In the twilight of our lives, should we make it that far, we have reached the end of working. All the years of preparation and work have been for this. Finally we are able to take a break and reap what we have sown. And still we do not live in the present. No, instead we live in the past – the past we spent thinking about this moment, this future.

Make no mistake, we enjoyed the present and made the most of it, but always our thoughts and hopes rested with tomorrow. When tomorrow came, we dismissed it as the present and continued waiting. Continued working toward the future. Now the future we had awaited for decades has arrived.

And now, only at the end of our years do we realize that all that time spent preparing for the future – all those years spent working and waiting to get ours, all those decades spent passing time until we could finally reach our goals….

That was our life. We have lived it already. It is gone.

Did you spend your time wisely, or were you counting on tomorrow to bring you happiness? Are you still? On your deathbed, as your curtain closes and you bow off the stage, will you be satisfied with the climax of your play? Or will it all have been a buildup to a finish that never came?

I guess what I’m trying to say with all of this is, if you died tomorrow, would your last day on earth have been a waste?

I wish I could draw.

I’m a terrible artist, and I’ll be the first to admit it. I always have cool ideas for drawings but when I try to put them to paper (or canvas) I just embarrass myself. I think I’ll stick to music for self-expression for now… though I hope to get a camera soon. I’ve had cool ideas for photographs, and with them I don’t have to create the image, just capture it.

Some days.

Some days, the bed is just too comfortable to consider getting out of. Unfortunately, these days usually coincide with those when we have work.

Some days, when sleep and work are at odds like that, it makes more sense to us to just stay in bed, work be damned. It is on these days of selfish hedonism, these days of priotizing yourself over your (stupid) obligations, that we win a small victory toward true happiness.