Musings
Day 16.5
35 years ago today, as the sun rose over an obscure New York farm, Pete Townshend plucked out the tune to "See Me, Feel Me" and it was a new dawn to dirty, smelly hippies, and the entire art world.
I have to post a new picture.
I am in the mood to write now. I just started exercising again. I stopped my routine the weekend my mom was out of town cause I was drunk all the time. It burned, which is a good thing. But now I am dying. Which is also a good sign.
I can't really figure out what I want to say since I've had so much going through my head, mostly musings. I'm reading one of Uta Hagen's book and she talks about applying an internal psyche to your part, but not the emotional baggage. I hope I don't accidentally stab someone's soul while we work on Va Woolf?.
I am surely fine now. I miss my friends. Since I've found some peace here I am fine and I can deal with staying and leaving. I just wish there was something more I could do for my little brothers. They are terribly spoiled and not equipted for life in the least. They look up to me for now, which is enough. I try and read and play piano around them to encourage them, and frown upon video games and tv. They mostly think that is crazy, cause it is. And I don't get things from Burger King or McDonalds which is ludicrous. At least I encourage them musically. You can't find any other 7 year old who goes berserk for Styx. He is getting Abbey Road for his birthday.
Tomorrow I'm going to see a Peter Max exhibit in Atlanta. And three more days until the Dead.
Shine On.
-a
35 years ago today, as the sun rose over an obscure New York farm, Pete Townshend plucked out the tune to "See Me, Feel Me" and it was a new dawn to dirty, smelly hippies, and the entire art world.
I have to post a new picture.
I am in the mood to write now. I just started exercising again. I stopped my routine the weekend my mom was out of town cause I was drunk all the time. It burned, which is a good thing. But now I am dying. Which is also a good sign.
I can't really figure out what I want to say since I've had so much going through my head, mostly musings. I'm reading one of Uta Hagen's book and she talks about applying an internal psyche to your part, but not the emotional baggage. I hope I don't accidentally stab someone's soul while we work on Va Woolf?.
I am surely fine now. I miss my friends. Since I've found some peace here I am fine and I can deal with staying and leaving. I just wish there was something more I could do for my little brothers. They are terribly spoiled and not equipted for life in the least. They look up to me for now, which is enough. I try and read and play piano around them to encourage them, and frown upon video games and tv. They mostly think that is crazy, cause it is. And I don't get things from Burger King or McDonalds which is ludicrous. At least I encourage them musically. You can't find any other 7 year old who goes berserk for Styx. He is getting Abbey Road for his birthday.
Tomorrow I'm going to see a Peter Max exhibit in Atlanta. And three more days until the Dead.
Shine On.
-a