Today I put the license plate and tags on a new old car.
It is a 1982 Mercury Zephyr and I have been working on it for two weeks now to get it on the road. It was a bad torque convertor seal that caused the dear old car to sit where it did for almost 4 years. Before I acquired it, it was my brother Jonathans car. His life is so full of work and striving that it is hard for him to keep up with the old cars that he loves.
I am glad I was able to put it back to the pavement.
Odometer - 46,467
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
The Good Old Testament Band
This was all released January 1, 2009.
The Good Old Testament was a project I did as a lonely man band, meaning that I recording all of the tracks that you hear on the following tracks. The process I went through was to write a guitar part, figure out the drums and then record everything. The drums were first to give me something to float along on, and then the guitar and vocals.
You will notice that I layered vocals or Guitar on most of the tracks, or added reverb.
The Philosophy I offer with this music is much like the philosophy I offered with the music that My brother Matt released on his Blog(Last Summer). In reflecting on the songs I wrote in my teenage years, I recognize them each as being an expurgation of some the vulgarity that boiled above a flame of hormones and resentment. We all know how crushing the issues of teen age can be, and they are not easy to exorcise when they well up inside you with fury.
In these songs, I speak as if I hold some wisdom on matters that I might have never known but once or may have only been the witness of. I curse as if I am speaking with mature fluency in some tongue that exceeded authority. I did it all as clueless and young ones do. The trouble is, I belted it out and strummed it hard over strings and beat it out in rhythms with wooden sticks.
To beat it all. I put a microphone in front of me.
So here they are, the most embarrassingly mistaken moments of my life in all their beauty and disgust. . .
The Good Old Testament was a project I did as a lonely man band, meaning that I recording all of the tracks that you hear on the following tracks. The process I went through was to write a guitar part, figure out the drums and then record everything. The drums were first to give me something to float along on, and then the guitar and vocals.
You will notice that I layered vocals or Guitar on most of the tracks, or added reverb.
The Philosophy I offer with this music is much like the philosophy I offered with the music that My brother Matt released on his Blog(Last Summer). In reflecting on the songs I wrote in my teenage years, I recognize them each as being an expurgation of some the vulgarity that boiled above a flame of hormones and resentment. We all know how crushing the issues of teen age can be, and they are not easy to exorcise when they well up inside you with fury.
In these songs, I speak as if I hold some wisdom on matters that I might have never known but once or may have only been the witness of. I curse as if I am speaking with mature fluency in some tongue that exceeded authority. I did it all as clueless and young ones do. The trouble is, I belted it out and strummed it hard over strings and beat it out in rhythms with wooden sticks.
To beat it all. I put a microphone in front of me.
So here they are, the most embarrassingly mistaken moments of my life in all their beauty and disgust. . .
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Mathematic
IN the days since my last post, I have been frantically making lists at every entrance of thought. Overwhelmingly long lists can be ticked out from any moving body, but the order of lists asks for another order.
Questions of where to file them and how they are to be prioritized just make a mess within. I refuse to let this striving end without some good. Maybe the answer is to make diagrams or equations and set them in my skull somehow. If I were of some digital nature, with the capabilities of calculation, raging speed, and processing power of a computer then life might not be received as a struggle as it is for all I the fellow humans around me.
Of course, there is the fact the we are all able to wield electronic devices in our hands or set them in our lap, but we yet cannot show the same performance in our fleshy works as they do at their tasks. We demand so much of them, and they allow it. These devices are our creation.
Now, with this feeling, as a kind of inefficient machine, I begin to think about what made us to be what we are now. The answers seems to be our tools.
Ask yourself what you and I would be without the plow, the cannon, the car, the rake, the hammer, saw, computer, or without the harnessing of electricity for human application. When I ask this question, I want to argue that it was us, the beings of the most profound neurology, that made all of this possible, and the machines are second to us. But I give myself over to a machine everyday, I lend my body to them everyday with expectations I could never even put on a fellow man.
The computer, with complexities I cannot elaborate on for lack of knowledge, can give us nearly any piece of knowledge we ask of them. To achieve this goal with human power alone would take thousands of bodies all lined up along shelves in the largest library imaginable.
When the information is requested by the end user of the human effort to find a piece of information, the thousands of bodies would have to recognize that they were in front of the information, draw out the book from the shelf and search it out. Factor in time for deliberation, confusion, and searching through pages to find the requested information and it makes for a slow computer that is easily exhausted and demanding.
A trip to the database and within moments the book you need is found. If some online source had a digital copy we wouldn't even have to walk to the appropriate shelf.
I know that it is a weak comparison, but I can only generate so much as a human being without power of the machines I am beginning to wish I were of.
I want to know whether we are going to put ourselves inside of our newest and most fascinating machines, in a way that is much like putting ourselves in an automobile for travel. I feel to be missing out on something as I continue to live only as flesh. I hope that one day we are able to put these modern tools of ours down, and put ourselves within them. A scary notion, but one that might even please the angels in Heaven.
I read a short book on fairies when I was younger, and it told a story of the good angels that were lost or cast away to live on the Earth. The book told of how these angels came to resent us for our continuing to live. The story also told of how the Angels were perceived as fairies in some myths and legends. The desire of these beings is for us to cease our breathing and allow them to ascend. These fallen angels were said to be locked in a separate dimension from that which we experience. The point I am trying to make is that we continue to live, and it displeases what might be beyond us. I ask you to disregard this piece if it is no interest to you. . .
Anyways.
If we could translate our existence into a some patterning within an electrical circuit, then all of our problems would cease. There would be a great release from the consequences of our physical needs. Our impact on this planet, the ill-distribution of resources would be gone if we were living as electrons. Our experience would be totally harmless.
We are electric as it is now, but in such a true way that we get afraid, sad, hungry, tired, and all such things. If there were some apparatus that contained our existence, there would need to be maintenance or we might meet a fate the same as those in the E.M. Forster short story, The Machine Stops.
I know all of this seems to be science fiction, and is all just guesses and fantasy for now. But maybe one day we will be understood as infinitely running algorithms affected by our actions. One day we realize ourselves as expressions of a mathematical process so advanced that it matches the variability, possibility, and sensual ways of our current existence. Maybe we could even love and pain in that apparatus the way we do here, and even Die and be born the same.
It has been said that everything can be given as an equation. The problem with us is that we move so fast, no hand could begin to write the physical happenings from beginning to end. But maybe our inventions will surpass us, and maybe they will ask us to let go of things that aren't necessary.
This could be the creation of another universe, or it could be science fiction.
I don't know.
I have been trying to learn some math, and I think I like it.
I hope this doesn't concern anyone about my sanity. I know I have my marbles.
The concept I've laid out here was given to me in these words in a span of just about 20 or so minutes, and it stands as loose and so very much unfinished. The facets here are sickening, just as they are in all the workings of our mind.
I only wish to see our potentials realized and maybe the only way is by virtue of our inventions.
Questions of where to file them and how they are to be prioritized just make a mess within. I refuse to let this striving end without some good. Maybe the answer is to make diagrams or equations and set them in my skull somehow. If I were of some digital nature, with the capabilities of calculation, raging speed, and processing power of a computer then life might not be received as a struggle as it is for all I the fellow humans around me.
Of course, there is the fact the we are all able to wield electronic devices in our hands or set them in our lap, but we yet cannot show the same performance in our fleshy works as they do at their tasks. We demand so much of them, and they allow it. These devices are our creation.
Now, with this feeling, as a kind of inefficient machine, I begin to think about what made us to be what we are now. The answers seems to be our tools.
Ask yourself what you and I would be without the plow, the cannon, the car, the rake, the hammer, saw, computer, or without the harnessing of electricity for human application. When I ask this question, I want to argue that it was us, the beings of the most profound neurology, that made all of this possible, and the machines are second to us. But I give myself over to a machine everyday, I lend my body to them everyday with expectations I could never even put on a fellow man.
The computer, with complexities I cannot elaborate on for lack of knowledge, can give us nearly any piece of knowledge we ask of them. To achieve this goal with human power alone would take thousands of bodies all lined up along shelves in the largest library imaginable.
When the information is requested by the end user of the human effort to find a piece of information, the thousands of bodies would have to recognize that they were in front of the information, draw out the book from the shelf and search it out. Factor in time for deliberation, confusion, and searching through pages to find the requested information and it makes for a slow computer that is easily exhausted and demanding.
A trip to the database and within moments the book you need is found. If some online source had a digital copy we wouldn't even have to walk to the appropriate shelf.
I know that it is a weak comparison, but I can only generate so much as a human being without power of the machines I am beginning to wish I were of.
I want to know whether we are going to put ourselves inside of our newest and most fascinating machines, in a way that is much like putting ourselves in an automobile for travel. I feel to be missing out on something as I continue to live only as flesh. I hope that one day we are able to put these modern tools of ours down, and put ourselves within them. A scary notion, but one that might even please the angels in Heaven.
I read a short book on fairies when I was younger, and it told a story of the good angels that were lost or cast away to live on the Earth. The book told of how these angels came to resent us for our continuing to live. The story also told of how the Angels were perceived as fairies in some myths and legends. The desire of these beings is for us to cease our breathing and allow them to ascend. These fallen angels were said to be locked in a separate dimension from that which we experience. The point I am trying to make is that we continue to live, and it displeases what might be beyond us. I ask you to disregard this piece if it is no interest to you. . .
Anyways.
If we could translate our existence into a some patterning within an electrical circuit, then all of our problems would cease. There would be a great release from the consequences of our physical needs. Our impact on this planet, the ill-distribution of resources would be gone if we were living as electrons. Our experience would be totally harmless.
We are electric as it is now, but in such a true way that we get afraid, sad, hungry, tired, and all such things. If there were some apparatus that contained our existence, there would need to be maintenance or we might meet a fate the same as those in the E.M. Forster short story, The Machine Stops.
I know all of this seems to be science fiction, and is all just guesses and fantasy for now. But maybe one day we will be understood as infinitely running algorithms affected by our actions. One day we realize ourselves as expressions of a mathematical process so advanced that it matches the variability, possibility, and sensual ways of our current existence. Maybe we could even love and pain in that apparatus the way we do here, and even Die and be born the same.
It has been said that everything can be given as an equation. The problem with us is that we move so fast, no hand could begin to write the physical happenings from beginning to end. But maybe our inventions will surpass us, and maybe they will ask us to let go of things that aren't necessary.
This could be the creation of another universe, or it could be science fiction.
I don't know.
I have been trying to learn some math, and I think I like it.
I hope this doesn't concern anyone about my sanity. I know I have my marbles.
The concept I've laid out here was given to me in these words in a span of just about 20 or so minutes, and it stands as loose and so very much unfinished. The facets here are sickening, just as they are in all the workings of our mind.
I only wish to see our potentials realized and maybe the only way is by virtue of our inventions.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Ordering
I have been lost from much of any idea about what to offer up here. But, after some sibling encouragement and some thinking for myself, I know that the content can easily be adjusted to work.
The problem with creating a blog for the purpose of posting original creative content is that it is easily dreamed of, but is heavy to haul to reality. Another problem meets me in that I must listen and read what I have already done, while the criticism of a few added years make me slow to allow it public presentation.
So I am making a short entry about lists...
Lists are what might make me able to offer a gentle flow of creative work here. I look onto the Idea of list-making and file-keeping the same as I saw clearing a ditch as a boy. As you scrape the leaves and debris, you begin to feel the moisture, and soon enough water begins to flow. List making clears the path , allowing a brave and sure flow of action and ideas.
When the stream clears, you'll find that there are key sources from which the water springs. Likewise, one stumbles across their sources of inspiration and energy if the pressures, obligations, and responsibilities of life can be given some recognizable form. To see what is expected of you, and what you desire for and from yourself, externalized, is to gain the ability for greater utilization of personal ability.
When I set out to do something it seems a burden and displeasure unless the tools I need are before me and an idea of the task is understood. Since life itself can easily be understood as as a long-labored work of art, it is to our advantage to know the technicalities, boring as they are. If we move through life with a set of full of faulty and disorganized tools, we are likely to strip a lot of screws and end up with a lot of ill-placed supporting beams.
Lastly, I would like to say that everyone should see living as something that is to be carefully worked. It is a dangerous thing to live as if there were unlimited credit and time, unless you have made a time machine or something equally astonishing.
I hope to live by the development of these thoughts. I want to have catalogs and files. I want structure more than I need it. I want us all to have nice visits top each others architectures.
Love,
Tommy
The problem with creating a blog for the purpose of posting original creative content is that it is easily dreamed of, but is heavy to haul to reality. Another problem meets me in that I must listen and read what I have already done, while the criticism of a few added years make me slow to allow it public presentation.
So I am making a short entry about lists...
Lists are what might make me able to offer a gentle flow of creative work here. I look onto the Idea of list-making and file-keeping the same as I saw clearing a ditch as a boy. As you scrape the leaves and debris, you begin to feel the moisture, and soon enough water begins to flow. List making clears the path , allowing a brave and sure flow of action and ideas.
When the stream clears, you'll find that there are key sources from which the water springs. Likewise, one stumbles across their sources of inspiration and energy if the pressures, obligations, and responsibilities of life can be given some recognizable form. To see what is expected of you, and what you desire for and from yourself, externalized, is to gain the ability for greater utilization of personal ability.
When I set out to do something it seems a burden and displeasure unless the tools I need are before me and an idea of the task is understood. Since life itself can easily be understood as as a long-labored work of art, it is to our advantage to know the technicalities, boring as they are. If we move through life with a set of full of faulty and disorganized tools, we are likely to strip a lot of screws and end up with a lot of ill-placed supporting beams.
Lastly, I would like to say that everyone should see living as something that is to be carefully worked. It is a dangerous thing to live as if there were unlimited credit and time, unless you have made a time machine or something equally astonishing.
I hope to live by the development of these thoughts. I want to have catalogs and files. I want structure more than I need it. I want us all to have nice visits top each others architectures.
Love,
Tommy
Good Morning
Everything I start to allow into this blog keeps telling me it's a waste of time. I wanted to tell that I thought about rerecording some of my old songs to enhance the vocal track. I am convincing when I tell myself this blog is a waste. I don't think it is absolutely true.
I guess I will just have to learn how to use it.
I guess I will just have to learn how to use it.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Making Hypnosis
I am venturing into the realm of Hypnosis of self and others. As a step in this process I am going to make some 30 minute recordings of ambient sound/music with self affirmations and possibly subliminal messages.
But first, the questions of topic must be addressed before the inspiration finds me. The obvious, and continuously visited topics are things like; quit smoking, become a millionaire in 3 years, learn to Lucid dream, be more positive, be happier. This should give you an idea of what these tapes should do.
Since an audience is required for this kind of material, I thought it would be to my benefit if I were to ask the small public that might see this blog-
What would you most like to be convinced of, what would you like to program into you head.
To help you better understand the function of this kind of production, we should understand the thinking behind how we become convinced of the things we currently believe about ourselves and the wider world. . .
As we grow, clawing our way through childhood and adolescence, our brain is incomplete. It is not until around the age of Twenty-Three that our brain ceases this rapid rate of growth. What we receive in our senses, and the ways we find to interpret it, will govern the patterns in our heads.
For example: if a person repeatedly assured that they are stupid by a majority of authority figures in adolescence, they will likely obey that idea and act as if they are. Of Course there are many who overcome this completely and defeat the awful ways of misguided administrations.
I suppose you get the idea.
Now the term "neuro-linguistics" would be the language we use in thinking about things like saying to oneself "I can't do that," "My life sucks," "I am never going to amount to anything," " I look so ugly" and many others.
The goal of my tapes will be to correct this language of doubt by replacing it with positive, realistic ways of speaking to yourself, within yourself. By a daily repetition of positive language, your brain will begin thinking in more positive ways, enabling you to leave old devilish thoughts behind and achieve like you were never able to before.
I have thought that this kind of thing would be good to make on a person by person basis. The language I would use in these tapes would be very carefully selected for positive results.
If anyone has any suggestions of topic or comforting sounds to pursue, make them known, and I will work to make them real.
Praises,
Tommy
A Wind-Tuned Carillon
Brass Bells call to the Green,
branch to branch they run the Twine,
foil fringes dancing patterns by the Sun.
Each chime alone, spelt in wild wind,
now marked its place amoung the Rest.
The Garlands sang shape notes to Dawning Day,
that even daring lips may never let to rise
for a debt they do not know
and how they've spoke no Praise.
Shade had cooled the Earth,
Bare feet below then blest it,
Then the dram glasses joined,
nearly louder!
With ring fingers striking rhythm
by the diamond ice of golden bands decay.
Strings expand in humming,
they found this globe, and sound
a Sunday Hymn and Echo Love,
to the dearly measured places rare to dream.
All "misspelt" words are intentional
branch to branch they run the Twine,
foil fringes dancing patterns by the Sun.
Each chime alone, spelt in wild wind,
now marked its place amoung the Rest.
The Garlands sang shape notes to Dawning Day,
that even daring lips may never let to rise
for a debt they do not know
and how they've spoke no Praise.
Shade had cooled the Earth,
Bare feet below then blest it,
Then the dram glasses joined,
nearly louder!
With ring fingers striking rhythm
by the diamond ice of golden bands decay.
Strings expand in humming,
they found this globe, and sound
a Sunday Hymn and Echo Love,
to the dearly measured places rare to dream.
All "misspelt" words are intentional
What has been decided
For this Blog, with a title some ways like a line of poetry, all the poems and songs of my past will be set in gradually.
When possible, a player will be embedded for convenience.
The songs to come are original of me, and the same goes for any poetry that goes here. These will be carefully selected for personally perceived quality, and when necessary lyrics will be allowed.
I hope to find some comments at the end of some of the coming entries, so that I may know outside interpretations.
Maybe this blog will grow to include even more selfish works of art.
Whatever happens, or doesn't happen, I will work here with some regularity, wishing to offer some comfort or entertainment to all who pass by or visit with frequency.
Love Blessings,
Tommy
When possible, a player will be embedded for convenience.
The songs to come are original of me, and the same goes for any poetry that goes here. These will be carefully selected for personally perceived quality, and when necessary lyrics will be allowed.
I hope to find some comments at the end of some of the coming entries, so that I may know outside interpretations.
Maybe this blog will grow to include even more selfish works of art.
Whatever happens, or doesn't happen, I will work here with some regularity, wishing to offer some comfort or entertainment to all who pass by or visit with frequency.
Love Blessings,
Tommy
Thursday, May 12, 2011
A beginning to Go on with
Please all of the people who cross this now barren Blog, lend me your advice. What content shall I set in the boxes? What pictures will grace the screens?
Since the objective here is to please you so much with what is seen here, I need your advice.
IS it best to go randomly, or is order a must?
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