layers assignment.

For this week I just did what I do best, make a song out of samples... I love the interplay from hearing the source material first, and juxtapozing it with the final rearranged, repitched, manipulated product. I'll upload it in a few hours... I feel really sick.

Lynch vs. N385

"I never really knew that it was possible... to be an artist in the modern world. I just never figured that you could do that. Forget being the best of anything. That's the fruit of the action. And you do the work... they say... for the doing. Not the fruit. You can never really know how it's going to turn out in the world, but you know that you enjoy doing it... and ideas start flowing. And you start getting excited about stuff. Then, you're having a great time in the doing, and that's what it's all about. If you don't enjoy the doing, then do something else."

- David Lynch

Class today was very hit and miss for me. The irony was not lost on me that some of our class members who have trudged the lowest depths of anxiety might be too anxious or fearful to discuss it with a classroom full of strangers. This might be presumptuous, but it certainly played a role in my participation on Monday.

I hesitate to bring this up, but in the spirit of honest response: Racism, homophobia or violent argument aside, I am very rarely offended or made uncomfortable by any particular course of conversation, especially among friends in the wee hours... but I can't find any reason for our topic of conversation to include such subjects as "Two Girls One Cup." I'm not insulted, but I just truly and deeply don't care and it makes me bored. I get a lot of flack for being reserved and quiet in my daily life, but I'm just fine knowing that I don't have any shit porn anecdotes to contribute at 4:41pm on a Monday in a room full of strangers. I swear I'm not humorless! I just see more potential in this environment.

Bitchfest ceases now. A lot of class was great! Many of the projects people did were awesome, especially the roaches and the girl who posted her expenses. A few people had really good points on the nature of fear and anxiety. While you might not assume it from my appearance, I have actually spent a few accumulated months of my life roaming the country with nomadic, music-festival going rock, gem and marble traders and collectors, which included a certain amount of late-night psychedelic experimentation and some heartfelt discussion of the energy and personality of certain pieces of earth. So yeah, I totally nerded out for the rock session.

I'm excited for the next assignment. One of my main hobbies is manipulating the layers in sound, so I'll definitely enjoy putting something together!

Fear assignment.

So... felt a tiny bit constricted by the pizza contingent to this weeks assignment. I ended up confronting my fear of change (you'll see how) whilst eating pizza, but I felt thats a little bit of a copout. The original thing I ended up doing with the pizza box was pretty depressing, I don't know if I'll submit that for the project. We'll see in class today.

Class response.

Interesting! Quite serendipitous that I ended up in this class, I'm glad to be in it. I still felt a few steps behind since I joined after the first meeting, and I can't say i'm entirely comfortable injecting myself in to this sort of conversational style, but I'll get over that. Rather uninhibited lot you are. Think I know what I'm gonna do for the pizza thing... It might seem rather morbid but morbidity has been the name of the game for my life the past few weeks. Do what you know...

Arghh....

The calendar and I have never gotten along very well. I joined this class after the first meeting; It was becoming rapidly apparent that I was not going to make it in to a course that I was waitlisted for, so I looked for a replacement and found one that looked quite interesting; Newm-385. All was well, I thought, until I realized that I had already missed the submission date for two assignments set before I joined the class... boo. And furthurmore, the only forthcoming due date had to do with an "object" that was handed out in class... huzzah.

Through some sleuthing, I now realize only mere hours before class that this object was simply "clouds" and I could have amply completed the assignment; it got me to thinking: If for eons of years the sun, sky and stars acted as the people's calendar and watch, did EVERYONE and EVERYTHING go haywire when the clouds hath obscured their celestial timepiece? Would it compare to the chaos that would ensue today were all phones, computers, clocks, watches, datebooks to temporarily become unreadable, obscured in a fog?