To Embellish

I suppose it's high time for a post about my life, mainly for my mother and my sister - my mother, who I haven't called in a while, and my sister likewise. The thing about this job is you can only say so much, and then that sort of bleeds in to the rest of your life, like mud spreads. And all of the sudden your life is a gray mesh of classified information.

This is where I am.

I moved to a new squadron. So far I've been made to go on to a shift that's nights...which is awesome...but that includes a 4 hour shift on Saturday - which is decidedly not so. And I was volentold to do some duty at 6 am on a saturday. And I took part in a squadron-wide piss test in order to root our columbian drug lords or some other such nonsense. Welcome!

I hate it.

I'm trying to not be so negative. I remembered, from some previous "I can't talk about this" sort of training, that I had a nervous smile. I don't think I have that anymore. I have a nervous frown, and a calm frown, and a happy frown. Let's not go that far, but we're getting there. I tend to complain. I tend to whine. I should stop that, but then I'm looking for something really good - really good in my life. There are plenty of things I just have to grab hold of and shake and squirm like one of those tube blob things you can't really get a hold of. I'd rather not explain.

Otherwise...not much.

I read less, I write less. Here is a hilight. I'm taking drum lessons and practicing a lot. I've wanted to do this since I was young, but then, we always had guitars around. I play my electronic set and I do drills and etc. It's not ideal, but it's a light, for sure.

Side note. I remember when I used to go to church, in high school, in youth group...we were trying to come up with a new name for the youth group, rather that YOTM - Youth on the Move. My suggestion was B.U.T.T.E.R - Bound Undeniably To The Everlasting Rock. The one that ended up getting voted in to power was Luce or Luchay. The Italian word for light. Pronounced Loo-chay. It wasn't universally accepted. So a few of us painted the podium to say stuff about butter, and had verses about butter, etc. I really enjoyed that time.

Butter.

I'm trying to spend time with people, and I'm getting back in to creativity - being interesting - transcending. There are definitely bright points in my world.

Brilliant!

Good ole Rowan Atkinson.

Your Picture Frame is Cracked, I get one per year

I've been obsessed with these guys, and especially this song lately.





The Sound of Animals Fighting - You Don't Need A Witness

Give it a couple listens, it'll grow on you. They figure out the drum line first, then write the rest of the song around it.

My guitar got gotten out a few days ago (note the gregarious passive voice) and I've been playing it a lot. I think it'd be fun to just put together some cover songs and perform at like an open mic around here. It's just a fledgling idea right now, and my voice aint what it used to be, so we'll see. This idea, you can only whisper it, anything more and it would vanish, it's so fragile.

Tool

Went and saw Tool tonight. My ears are still ringing of course.

Their drummer, who's amazing, wore a shawn marion jersey.

Some Pikchores (including the drums)

The professor's SO into the drums. Or maybe just his can of tuna.



Barragan is thoroughly unimpressed, and perhaps ready to vomit.
Hammer (who was my roommate while I was in Texas)...was inspired by the drums to play cards. Okay, it's just from a poker night. And so is the one of Barragan.After just playing them tonight I can tell I eventually want to upgrade the toms to all be mesh heads like the snare is. Cause for all the toms, depending on the "kit" you're using, the head has a sound, and the rim has another, but with those rubber toms it seems really hard to be precise on hitting the rims. Otherwise it's the bomb diggity. Any drummers have any pointers on setting it up? I messed with it for a while and this felt the best to me so far.