Words Of Wisdom or Just Plain Stupidity

Everything you think about me is right. Except that I'm much worse.

ridiculous!? Everyone is ridiculous. It is only when we admit our own ridiculousness that a person will try to be less ridiculous.

Sometimes my vocation gets in the way of me doing my job.

If you are so sure you are doing everything right, why are you so miserable?

I like being pissed off, it causes me to think up clever things to say.

Bumper stickers aren't funny. (at least that is what the bumper sticker on my car says)

Something Short

So here I am. Writing about stuff. Hmmm, yes stuff...Oh, yeah, Baseball! Mets lost today. I'm not upset though. They've got a great team this year. I hoping for great things. I didn't expect to be saying this three weeks ago, since I started getting an inkling of the steroid mess a couple years ago and the Mets were sucking, I decided to take a break from baseball. I also couldn't take the "Millionaire Baseball Guy" thing either. It seemed the game had lost it's soul. And this is a guy who loves the game. There is nothing about baseball that is boring to me. Every pitch of a game is fascinating to me. So it wasn't easy for me to just walk away, after the 2001 season.

But then two things happened. I was in Walmart about a month ago, and I saw Field of Dreams DVD pretty cheap so I bought it. It has always been one of my favorite movies but I hadn't seen it in, like, five or six years. As I was watching I just realized how much I missed baseball and it grieved me. Then I was flipping through the channels a couple weeks ago and stopped on the Mets game. They had just lost their first five games. I started watching, not expecting anything. Then I felt something, There was a certain sense I got from watching this new Mets team. They were having FUN! They were enjoying themselves. They won that game and went on to win the next six games in a row.

So whats the moral here. I dunno. Maybe I'm a self righteous hypocrite who just needed an excuse to desert his floundering team? I wouldn't put it past me. But I realized something. Maybe they are all jack up on roids but where else am I going to see the game played at this level. These guys are the best of the best. And anyway steroids doesn't make a team, and it certainly doesn't make team as whole enjoy playing the game.

me televishun has makes me smartest poeples in the hole wide world

I was about to write a long post about this article I read in a magazine yesterday, but then I realized it was the New York Times Magazine. Like we really need another "Hey, check out the imbicility at the New York Times" kinda stroy.

So sufice it to say that some guy was trying to say that the recent trend in tv shows being more comlex in their plot strucures makes people smarter. As if complxity=quality. Two words Dream Theatre. End Blog.

Musical Object Lesson Part One

I am the kind of person who isn't comfortable not knowing why I feel certian ways about certain things. Por ejemplo; Music has always been a big part of my life. I used to wonder as a kid why I loved certain song I heard on the radio. I would try to love the other songs as well and they usually grew on me 'cause , hey, I'm a kid and I don't know any better.

As I got older and started to pick up the guitar, this slowly stopped working. I started to wonder what was different about the music I loved and the rest of the music that I didn't love. Or the music that I heard and liked at first but then I got tired of. Or the music I din't care for at first but then grew to love. I didn't realize it at the time, but, what I was searching for was a kind of philisophical holy grail: unity in diversity. We get the words universe and university from these two words. The job of the university was to find unity in diversity. In other words I was searching for the unifying factor in the diversity of the music that I loved.

I have always had eclectic tastes so stlye went right out the window right away. I did notice a strong theme in the meledy. Meledy in a song/composition was always what drew me in so I tried to analyze writing styles and though maybe the melodies of the songs I loved were composed first and then the harmonies were added or maybe the lyrics were written first and then the music was added, but none of these theories comforted me. I could use these as a yardstick to judge new music I heard to tell that it would have staying power.

Then something funny happened a few years ago. I had stopped even thinking about the whole thing when it started to make perfect sense. I guess the psychologists call it the byscociating mind. I got comfortable when I started thing about the people behind the music I love. The unifier was in the artist not in the art. What is the artist about? Good philosophy? Gifted musician? What do they value? Do I consistanly love the work of their entire career? I also noticed how similar these answers where to the answers I would give to these questions in regfard to myself; the artists I love were alot like me. Not across the board but in general. I also noticed the nigh amounts of critical aclaim my favorites got. Like Zappa, Steely Dan, Rush, Gentle Giant, Ben Folds, Seal, Mike Keneally, and others. I realized that I had found a rule to gauge pretty quickly weather some new music I heard, or I should say some new artist I heard would last with me.

Stay tuned for part two!