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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Tuesday, February 11, 2003
when the rhythm breaks down
so, let's see... spent alot of time in pollard today. i hate macintoshes. took me 10 minutes to get my stupid zip disk out of it because it was convinced that some file on my zip was in use. there were no programs open. i restarted it. STILL it wouldn't let me have the zip. had to actually hook the zip drive up to a seperate mac and get it to eject it. why the hell don't they put an external eject button on the drive????? damn macintosh. if only IBM would be good at audio/visual editing... damn macs.
oh, got in an argument/conflict today. i hate those.
made a really angry song on the piano. just came out like i knew it before i played it. lyrics melody chords and all. it's decent i think. i spent near 2 hours scoring it on paper. i got 10 measures of piano and vocals done, that is, the verse. and i kind of got the notation for the piano on the chorus, at least in a form that i can understand.
maybe it'll end up being on some cd or something.
alright, chess time with my roomate.
i can live forever without you
12:45 AM
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