REJECT THE DOMINANT PARADIGM
So.
This is the final stretch of what, for some reason, feels like my final semester, and though the end is in sight, I can't make out what's on the horizon. (Three cliches in three clauses:). Very much would like to dedicate the remainder of my school year to creative output and construction and the maintenance of that, in lieu of the studying abroad I'd planned, but I might have to play by their rules.
In less oblique terms, I've been incubating an idea for a year or so, although it's just recently taken root in my mind and spawned branches of sub-ideas. I don't really want to say what it is, mostly because I have no way to neatly encapsulate it. It is slowly consuming me, however, and I hope I can get others on board, too.
It may not prove so difficult, as I've begun swaying two formidable critics: my roommate Taichi and my mom. Taichi isn't totally sure about it, but he "really likes [my] enthusiasm", and my mom isn't sold but was interested enough to hear me out and brainstorm with me for a little over an hour-long conversation.
The gameplan at this point isn't to take time off to do this while starting to play music again, work the Warhol more, intern at the CP, etc., but try to work it within the framework of an independent study. Also potential is a seed award from the Sprout Fund.
Not sure how I plan to accomplish all of this when I can't seem to write four more pages for a Nonfiction paper due three months ago (whenever), but I feel like I've already researched and just thought through this undertaking more than any paper I've written in the past.
[At this point, the voice of my livejournal narrator is heard asking questions about what will happen to our fine protagonist and reminding you, the viewer of this drama, how to find out. WHAM! POW! GOODNIGHT!]
PS: And how could I forget the two nights that have most recently catalyzed and solidified my beliefs and thought on all this, the Centipede E'est EP release (assonance and consonance, whoa) on Nov. 24 and especially the Romeo St. "fest" that channeled other dimensions with otherworldly exuberance and collected/collective energy this past Saturday?
A hint to the puzzle:
-Imagine this grouped trifecta of Babybird, Harangue and Tusk Lord. (I think Flotilla Way could make this a fourfecta and round things out. Their two newest songs that I've heard are so singularly great. One has this jazzy, melancholic Joni thing going, and the other is a ball of rage that erupts into the atmosphere in flames with a really sweet single note, minor key kind of new/nowave guitar line gliding down, too. Hi Jai:)
- Apply to the rest of the world.
This is the final stretch of what, for some reason, feels like my final semester, and though the end is in sight, I can't make out what's on the horizon. (Three cliches in three clauses:). Very much would like to dedicate the remainder of my school year to creative output and construction and the maintenance of that, in lieu of the studying abroad I'd planned, but I might have to play by their rules.
In less oblique terms, I've been incubating an idea for a year or so, although it's just recently taken root in my mind and spawned branches of sub-ideas. I don't really want to say what it is, mostly because I have no way to neatly encapsulate it. It is slowly consuming me, however, and I hope I can get others on board, too.
It may not prove so difficult, as I've begun swaying two formidable critics: my roommate Taichi and my mom. Taichi isn't totally sure about it, but he "really likes [my] enthusiasm", and my mom isn't sold but was interested enough to hear me out and brainstorm with me for a little over an hour-long conversation.
The gameplan at this point isn't to take time off to do this while starting to play music again, work the Warhol more, intern at the CP, etc., but try to work it within the framework of an independent study. Also potential is a seed award from the Sprout Fund.
Not sure how I plan to accomplish all of this when I can't seem to write four more pages for a Nonfiction paper due three months ago (whenever), but I feel like I've already researched and just thought through this undertaking more than any paper I've written in the past.
[At this point, the voice of my livejournal narrator is heard asking questions about what will happen to our fine protagonist and reminding you, the viewer of this drama, how to find out. WHAM! POW! GOODNIGHT!]
PS: And how could I forget the two nights that have most recently catalyzed and solidified my beliefs and thought on all this, the Centipede E'est EP release (assonance and consonance, whoa) on Nov. 24 and especially the Romeo St. "fest" that channeled other dimensions with otherworldly exuberance and collected/collective energy this past Saturday?
A hint to the puzzle:
-Imagine this grouped trifecta of Babybird, Harangue and Tusk Lord. (I think Flotilla Way could make this a fourfecta and round things out. Their two newest songs that I've heard are so singularly great. One has this jazzy, melancholic Joni thing going, and the other is a ball of rage that erupts into the atmosphere in flames with a really sweet single note, minor key kind of new/nowave guitar line gliding down, too. Hi Jai:)
- Apply to the rest of the world.