*uck. Really… *uck.
I have enough singular thoughts to compose a memoir, coupled with a a hodge-podge of papers with worthwhile scribled musings, and yet, 0 posts since mid-last-year. ‘Tis a putrid shame.
Eventually. I’m serious.
Hours, consumed by stress
Causing undue duress
It’s the hand we’re dealt
Not ideal, just ostensibly felt.
Look into the mirror… you will survive.
This rollercoaster makes you feel alive.
Steeping down you go… keep plugging away.
Until comes that long-awaited brighter day.
It’s hard to imagine… hard to imagine.
Things were different then, all is different now
I’ll try to explain… somehow.
~Pranay Khurana
This courtesy of the esteemed Mr. Clapton:
Once I lived the life of a millionaire,
Spent all my money, I just did not care.
Took all my friends out for a good time,
Bought bootleg whisky, champagne and wine.
Then I began to fall so low,
Lost all my good friends, I did not have nowhere to go.
I get my hands on a dollar again,
I’m gonna hang on to it till that eagle grins.
‘Cause no, no, nobody knows you
When you’re down and out.
In your pocket, not one penny,
And as for friends, you don’t have any.
When you finally get back up on your feet again,
Everybody wants to be your old long-lost friend.
Said it’s mighty strange, without a doubt,
Nobody knows you when you’re down and out.
When you finally get back upon your feet again,
Everybody wants to be your good old long-lost friend.
Said it’s mighty strange,
Nobody knows you,
Nobody knows you,
Nobody knows you when you’re down and out.
Every time I listen to my Beatles compilation, I come across more songs that define what life is about.
Lennon/McCartney, where would the world be without you guys?
This particular song has stuck with me throughout the day, so I thought I’d share.
Song: Tomorrow Never Knows
Album: Revolver
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Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream,
It is not dying, it is not dying
Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void,
It is shining, it is shining.
That you may see the meaning of within
It is being, it is being
Love is all and love is everyone
It is knowing, it is knowing
That ignorance and hate may mourn the dead
It is believing, it is believing
But listen to the colour of your dreams
It is not living, it is not living
Or play the game “Existence” to the end
Of the beginning, of the beginning
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Dare I say, Tomorrow Never Knows is arguably the best damn song ever produced in the 60’s.
Thinking back to a discussion I had with Moiron, I came to the realization that my fastidiousness regarding moderating my writing was a major reason behind my infrequent posts. I often surmise a string of thoughts that I *consider* posting about, but never get around to publishing for one of two reasons. First, I feel as though I don’t have the time to diligently organize and explicate my thoughts. Second, even if I feel like I have the time, I feel burdened by the repetitive cycles I must spend on editing, re-editing, and analyzing my words.
I favor qualitative posts over quantity, a major reason behind the concerns above-mentioned. However, I’ve come to realize that I’m not getting much bang for the buck out of my blog, and I’m not using it as the type of online memorandum that I partially meant for it to be. To actively address these concerns, I’m creating a new category called “processed.” If I tag a post under the processed category, the nomination entails the fact that I’ve conducted due diligence in re-organizing the post to reflect what my selective mind wants to convey. If the tag isn’t present, basically, it’s verbal diarrhea. This would be useful, I would think, in case one is interested in reading only the properly digested material, as opposed to not. For me, it would allow for an avenue to express varying thoughts, as well as one through which to preserve my self-important identity as a literary aficionado.
It took a while, but it’s ready.
What took months to deliberate and toil over has finally been completed.
Pleasant Fragrances is my new business venture. It’s a web portal for purchasing brand name perfumes, colognes, deodorants, gift sets, and other forms of fragrances.
Admittedly, the site isn’t quite perfect yet- I intend to add features such as:
That having been said, please tell your friends, and BUY SOMETHING!
Birds, specifically pigeons, should die.
There, I said it. They’re animals owned and operated by the devil himself. Even the animal lover and vegetarian in me cannot harbor any praise for these damned creatures.
Why do I feel so strongly against the livelihood of these flapping animals? Let’s put it this way… I spend approximately 4 hours working on my car to make it look like this. Hours later, some pigeon has deposited its waste on my hood. Do they have sensory equipment embedded in their genes? Why not *hit on the ugly Pontiac that my neighbor drives? It’s red in color too… why my clean, waxed, and buffed car?
This happens every time I wash my car. Worse, however, is the atomic bomb that one bird dropped on the family van. Not only must that have taken an impeccable amount of precision and timing, but it was widespread-enough attack that seeped inside the window carriage.
I need to setup a bird feeder outside the house, and feed them some grains soaking in Raid.
Lots of stuff going on.
I never got to order the shift knob or pedals. Am going to kick myself if I don’t add something shiny inside the car soon.
On a happier note, my good friend Ms. Shahani graduated from Kean University yesterday with an Uber Master’s Degree in Speech Pathology. We spent the evening listening to space-woman Eileen Collins talking about the five H’s in her life… happiness, health, humility, hard-work, and horniness… or something like that. After the initial awe of being in the same room as a woman who has traversed the earth’s atmosphere into space on a few occassions, Vishal summed up the reaction to her speech effectively by saying “let’s send her back into space.”
Needless to say, the rest of the time was well-spent at Edison Diner with some fine food served at the hands of a clueless waiter (excuse me ma’am, do you want water with lemon, or lemon with water?) and with some good company.
Switching gears once again (figuratively)… I have yet to post a single caption from my Egypt/Amsterdam trip. I caught myself looking at the pictures and realizing I should do it soon, at the risk of losing the memory of why I took each particular snap. It doesn’t help that I’m the only one in our group who has his pics up at all. I expect Krause to be done by sometime in 2010 (freaking guy). I’m also considering venturing out to Australia/New Zealand or to South America for the next round of world exploration. Either option will have to wait at least until early next year (insert anger emoticon here).
I’ve heard the new PJ album a few times, as well as the 10,000 days album by Tool, and I have to say that in the midst of all the pure BULLSHIT out there in the music scene, these two bands are still tugging along and creating respectable music. Speaking of music, I’m currently addicted to Pandora during the day. The concept behind it is based on the research of a bunch of fine folks in the music industry. They banged heads together to examine some of the characteristics of music, such as tonal variations, rhythm, vamping, and sonority, to suggest music that you may have never heard, but would appreciate. So, to give it a go, you basically type in anything from The Who to David Gray, and the jukebox will select bands and songs similar to the vibes you like. Great way to catch new tunes. Oh, it’s free too.
I have started playing power chords (yes, finally). In the spirit of the grunge era, it makes me want to buy an electric, but i’ll stick with my Brownsville for now. At the current moment, it feels so much easier for me to generate my own vibes rather than attempting to play something as simple as Last Kiss (Pearl Jam rendition). Pretty lame excuse for not wanting to switch quickly from Am to F.
:sigh:
The last thing I will say for now is that Typo is getting somewhat annoying for a couple of reasons:
To make a point about #2 here though- sometimes open source users just suck. You can go out of your way to explain a problem thoroughly, but they’ll bash you anyways, instead of actually providing a solution (insert anger emoticon here too).
Need to write some fun perl scripts now.
/end_rant
