Sennit

I was in a local Tampa Bay band in my teens and early 20s. We had a piano player Jonathan who I met in elementary school, he could play any instrument but chose to play the piano. He is who got me into playing music, he suggested I play bass guitar and let me borrow his to learn.

 He started playing when he was young and so his skills were evident the soul of music  flowed through him.

 We got a small band together and practiced for years. We finally got some cohesive songs together when He started getting headaches. The pain got to the point where he had to go to the doctor to figure out what was going on. Ended up being diagnosed with brain cancer. He underwent surgery at a brain cancer institute in Texas. The surgery was successful and removed the brain cancer.

 After he started recovering I visited him,  he lived just the street over for me. He lost some motor function in his hands I witnessed a man that could play any instrument now only able to play a piano with one hand, he still played pretty well. Weeks and months passed he slowly recovered but the cancer made a comeback this time it took it with him.

19 years on this earth. The man was loved by many people evident by the hundreds of people at his funeral.

Our band carried on a few years afterwards and played a couple shows. Most venues that we played at then no longer exist, evident of the constant change the city is undergoing. People and places are here and gone, the world keeps spinning.

Distant Tragedy requires no pity or sorrow, turn tragedies into positivity and healing energy,  equal and opposite reaction of the pain endured. Time heals all things but the memories remain 

A season for change

The skeleton removed

A new month 

a renewal, 

new ideas,

New actions

New paths

I am a pathfinder

Summer 2018 Remix

Source:

fan whirs, the cat purrs

as i stir, awakening

to a bowl of oats

The day begins for the small crew of the Airship SS Catalina. A steam powered vessel lifted by a hydrogen balloon, propelled forward by a large whirling fan positioned on the back. A routine trade route voyage delivering foodstuffs to the land across the sea. Halfway though the journey, the engineer shovels coal into the machine that provides the ship's power and propulsion. He slaps the side of the Engine " Listen to her purr, We are making great time". Further up deck, the captain sits sleeping at the wheel. A sudden gust takes hold of the airship tilting it sideways, causing part of ships contents to fall to the turbulent seas below. The vessel continues to shift. The captain awakens, turning the wheel correcting the ships angle, preventing sure disaster. The Crew assembles together on deck to assess the damage. With concern the engineer yells to the captain, "We lost most of our coal sir, we wont have enough to reach our destination". The captain recalls the grains they are transporting, secured below the ship. "We are to use the oats as fuel to complete this day's journey".

Summer 2018 Sensory

Sight:

An unknown garden. 

Variety of plants from different regions now growing together.

young plants, earlier stages of life, some bearing small fruit

Some eventually large trees, confined space.  future competition for sunlight. May require pruning, human intervention

Labeled with Technical terms, previously defined.

Hearing:

branches moving, distant traffic

Smell:

 Nature scents, city scents

Touch:

using hands to push through the branches that obstruct the pathway

feet on the path,

separated by a layer of adidas BOOST™ foam.

Lightweight breathable knit material upper. the occasional breeze can be felt on feet. so airy

unparalleled comfort, adidas™

Taste:

Faint minty taste of gum of I've been chewing  

Summer 2018 Dream Space Filter

There are different paths a life It is important that we know what direction we are moving in.

If your life is an Arrow where does it point

I am living the perceived business school career end game, A cushy office job at a respectable corporation. 

Extended spans of time sitting in foam-padded adjustable office chair while analyzing business data using the multiple computer displays placed in front of me.

A cog in the machine of a business constantly in motion. A gear oiled by the free coffee found in break room.

80% of my weekdays now contained in a cubicle,  Robotic, dry, the color gray.

The most playful expression of life's experiences is music. 

pushing out feeling in the form acoustic sound waves.

Back in the day I was part of an experimental rock band we played a few shows

but my favorite aspect of music jamming with others and creating something new

An Improvised combination of notes of multiple musicians becoming a new musical work.

A measurable real life implementation of the concept of rhythmic patterns applied to music

In the case of rhythmic patterns, the combination of two such patterns will generate a third. Therefore, it becomes possible to investigate an unfamiliar pattern by combining it with a known second pattern and inspecting the third pattern which they together generate. (Bateson, http://www.oikos.org/m&nmultiple.htm)

The inclusion of music can improve the ambiance of any situation/event.

Music has the ability to trigger memories in people

http://www.bbc.com/culture/story/20140417-why-does-music-evoke-memories

Prof : I read these provocative paragraphs as phonographic turntables calling out for new mixtures. The choice of diction and the grid-imagery Arrow designs in the description-oriented first paragraph gives way to a testimony in the second paragraph, which sings of a more fluid space of improvisation, vibration, and becoming. 

The page title offers the idea of a filter. As a reader, when  I play dj on these two scenarios, I think about writing itself as path to exploring their differences and potential similarities. I think about Bob Moog’s synthesizers, with their filters and circuits. I think about the diverse Fluxus experiments in sound and space. For example, Alvin Lucier, in Music for Solo Performer and Shelter, amplified alpha brain waves and ambient acoustics to assemble human bodies, tables, floors, and walls as filters for the active force of sound. Lucian’s score/argument compels listeners to “discover the particular characteristics of the materials” and areas that created the media and the boundaries of his compositions. These works of art suggest that, whether we are designing a fluid art/performance space, or hacking out a sustainable writing practice in some outdated institutional framework,  we encounter similar processes and problems of rhetorical invention. 

colossus

Our eyes view the world through shutters propped open
 the weight of the face pressing greatly upon the structure
 standing a few hundred feet from the ground
 resting on stacks of staggered blocks, barely stable enough to support the weight
 the structure is ran of old technology gears decades due of replacement

 It moves
each block moving frantically, adjusting to the parts that have stopped working
a low humming
 it looks like the structure could come crashing to the ground after each step
 steam bursts from the top of structure
air intake at low capacity

 a large part of the structure slides off
parts falling into the mists below
 the whole structure tilts sideways from the sudden loss of mass
peering down, the inhabitants at the top now see the damage
"We cant keep moving this structure it must be repaired"

Cataloging my Brain

this is a picture of a fracture in steel under an electron microscope. It makes me think that the world we live in could be a smaller part of something huge. The spaces between planets being the same as the spaces between atoms. perhaps a part of giant creature. The universe could just be a neuron in the brain of God. Like a scene at the end of a men in black movie.