` Refrain and Strain }
\\ It's hard to deny my nocturnality; I do what I do more lively and less coercively during the hours in which most dream and dream vagrantly.
\\ I'm on this odd and unelicited musical binge that involves two parts browsing tasteful friends' profiles and stealing new bands from their musical interests, and five parts rocking out like some aurally-sustaining sponge with headphones. Sometimes I read. Sometimes I dance. Sometimes I zone out and sometimes, given no one else is around, I sing. Terribly. Sometimes I sketch with pencil and paper and sometimes I paint with zeroes and ones. Here's something I did tonight - or this morning, I suppose - acoustically inspired by Death Cab for Cutie. (Side note: I love the band but I hate their name)
Winter & The Machine
\\ I want to develop a painting style for myself, eventually; at the least something that's better than arbitrary and skilled enough to give creativity few limitations. That mostly requires doing it again and again and again. So, time, in essence. And I do have time, or at least time in the strictest sense. It's the doing part that I can never be sure of. I often have the desire to write, but mostly when away from the computer and at this time of night, and I usually choose sleep over creation.
\\ Anyway, I'm hungry and tired. Time to microwave some leftovers.
\\ I'm on this odd and unelicited musical binge that involves two parts browsing tasteful friends' profiles and stealing new bands from their musical interests, and five parts rocking out like some aurally-sustaining sponge with headphones. Sometimes I read. Sometimes I dance. Sometimes I zone out and sometimes, given no one else is around, I sing. Terribly. Sometimes I sketch with pencil and paper and sometimes I paint with zeroes and ones. Here's something I did tonight - or this morning, I suppose - acoustically inspired by Death Cab for Cutie. (Side note: I love the band but I hate their name)
Winter & The Machine
\\ I want to develop a painting style for myself, eventually; at the least something that's better than arbitrary and skilled enough to give creativity few limitations. That mostly requires doing it again and again and again. So, time, in essence. And I do have time, or at least time in the strictest sense. It's the doing part that I can never be sure of. I often have the desire to write, but mostly when away from the computer and at this time of night, and I usually choose sleep over creation.
\\ Anyway, I'm hungry and tired. Time to microwave some leftovers.