people are like sensors. we take input, modify it, and create output. that is the creative process in a nutshell. there is nothing new under the sun, just changes of old things into new things. all sorts of things. hahaha I'd buy you things anything if you want things. tooo much Floyd right now.
anyhow, wired released their creative commons CD back in november, and I just can't stop listening to it. you can download it all over at Creative Commons Its some of the best music I've listened to in a while. Check out the byrne single, its pretty tight.
Friday, February 04, 2005
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Happy New Years
Another year, another 365 dollars.
But, in another world, someone recorded a song and that song became a smash hit.
Politicans hated it. The establishment snubbed its nose at it.
Hollywood loved it.
Washington cringed.
They didn't write this song themselves. Someone else first wrote it in 1963.
Noone knows how it became a smash hit. No major label would dare touch it today.
They thought Fuck the Police and Cop Killer were tough places to be in.
The major labels would never allow this song to be promoted today.
Mabye someone else will promote it for them?
Mabye someone small; untied by corporate greed and the illusory status quo could do it.
I present you; Masters of War
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
But, in another world, someone recorded a song and that song became a smash hit.
Politicans hated it. The establishment snubbed its nose at it.
Hollywood loved it.
Washington cringed.
They didn't write this song themselves. Someone else first wrote it in 1963.
Noone knows how it became a smash hit. No major label would dare touch it today.
They thought Fuck the Police and Cop Killer were tough places to be in.
The major labels would never allow this song to be promoted today.
Mabye someone else will promote it for them?
Mabye someone small; untied by corporate greed and the illusory status quo could do it.
I present you; Masters of War
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
james stevens
james makes good music.
classes are interesting.
people write interesting things.
the mind is an ever encompassing vacuum of space, able to suck people into its very core. on a lighter note, here is a poem i wrote.
to plant a heart
this very day
tis to start
to sial the bay
a stormy one, it may be
challengs ahead, you'll see
but of rewards to reap
the will to press on, you'll keep
as this heart is a marker
and the world gets a little darker
we'll shine on like a fire
saving what we can from ire
classes are interesting.
people write interesting things.
the mind is an ever encompassing vacuum of space, able to suck people into its very core. on a lighter note, here is a poem i wrote.
to plant a heart
this very day
tis to start
to sial the bay
a stormy one, it may be
challengs ahead, you'll see
but of rewards to reap
the will to press on, you'll keep
as this heart is a marker
and the world gets a little darker
we'll shine on like a fire
saving what we can from ire
Monday, November 15, 2004
Sunday, August 15, 2004
Today, I go offline
Today, I take my computer offline for my move. I'm still leaving on tuesday, but everything needs to be packed today. I'm going to george washington university in Washington DC to study engineering.
My family is road-tripping through the south, it'll be quite the experience. Peace out, I hope to be online after about 2 weeks.
My family is road-tripping through the south, it'll be quite the experience. Peace out, I hope to be online after about 2 weeks.
Friday, August 06, 2004
The future.
Tomarrow's plan:
Hookup with Davyion.
Go to Miranda's birthday party
Go to steven's going away party
drop davyions brother off at quail creek
and the best
GO SEE RASPUTINA AT BRICKTOWN LIVE!!!
I'm so fucking psyched to be seeing them. Morph3us turned me on to them over a year ago and they're such a tight band. I'm so stoked I get to see them tomarrow night.
Anyhow, I leave okc to drive to dc on the 17th or 18th; then I'll be at schoool, George Washington University until christmas time. REM is playing Constitution Hall on Nov1st; my mom is a fanclub member and gets buyout rights to a really nice reserved chunk of the seating, I'm stoked to see them again.
Hookup with Davyion.
Go to Miranda's birthday party
Go to steven's going away party
drop davyions brother off at quail creek
and the best
GO SEE RASPUTINA AT BRICKTOWN LIVE!!!
I'm so fucking psyched to be seeing them. Morph3us turned me on to them over a year ago and they're such a tight band. I'm so stoked I get to see them tomarrow night.
Anyhow, I leave okc to drive to dc on the 17th or 18th; then I'll be at schoool, George Washington University until christmas time. REM is playing Constitution Hall on Nov1st; my mom is a fanclub member and gets buyout rights to a really nice reserved chunk of the seating, I'm stoked to see them again.
Thursday, July 22, 2004
So i'm lazy
Therefore, I haven't posted here in a while.
I spent July 4-10 in Virginia and DC, hung out with Steve and Ben and had a blast with them. I've quit drinking since then, from what Steve described as a "gin and juice wreck." It was neat staying with steve, hes a pretty cool guy. I spent the second half of the week at George Washinton Universtiy, in Washington DC, where I'm going to college at. I did the orientation program, Colonial Inauguration, and got my classes registered.
I'm taking:
I spent July 4-10 in Virginia and DC, hung out with Steve and Ben and had a blast with them. I've quit drinking since then, from what Steve described as a "gin and juice wreck." It was neat staying with steve, hes a pretty cool guy. I spent the second half of the week at George Washinton Universtiy, in Washington DC, where I'm going to college at. I did the orientation program, Colonial Inauguration, and got my classes registered.
I'm taking:
- 2 engineering orientations
- chemistry
- calculus, single variable
- world religions: intro to the east
- intro to western philosphy
15 credit hours, I like my schedule. I met a bunch of neat people there, I'm really going to like that school. The engineering department has such a homey feel to it.
Friday, July 02, 2004
In the infinite vacuum of space I become a god
John Keats. 1795–1821
WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high pil`d books, in charact'ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And feel that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think,
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.
WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high pil`d books, in charact'ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And feel that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think,
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.
Thursday, June 24, 2004
and then i was like weeeee!
I spent time this week in drivers ed; it was my graduation present from my parents, it was that or a new bicycle (I would've prefered the bike). It was interesting, primarily reading from a book, watching 80's instructional videos and talking to cute girls. There were a few neat people in the class, and plenty of not so neat people. I'm going to the DMV for my permit on tuesday morning, hopefully I'll have it done before work.
I met Zenster today, we had lunch at city bites. He was a really nice fella. I'm going to St. Louis this weekend with him and his girlfriend for Damitcon II. Its a get together of (now) old UT99 Assault players; some of them have moved on to UT2k4 Assault. It'll be cool to meet some people I've fragged and been fragged by; meeting people makes it more real, like after meeting Steve from Arrow and That Vela Fella from..well..Vela is everywhere.
I need to get out of the house soon...
I met Zenster today, we had lunch at city bites. He was a really nice fella. I'm going to St. Louis this weekend with him and his girlfriend for Damitcon II. Its a get together of (now) old UT99 Assault players; some of them have moved on to UT2k4 Assault. It'll be cool to meet some people I've fragged and been fragged by; meeting people makes it more real, like after meeting Steve from Arrow and That Vela Fella from..well..Vela is everywhere.
I need to get out of the house soon...
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
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