The time travelling lifestyle isn’t really a gimmick. It’s part of an achronological narrative, but it also gives you the chance to examine yourself from different angles and you know I love to examine myself – I did a remix once of a song called “self examination circus”.
The plan was to split up the blogging.
I’d cruised over to another blog because no one reads this stuff! I don’t write anything good, but still. I probably need to stop contradicting myself artistically and act like a guy who makes music instead of simply splurges premature half formed blog posts of endless self indulgence.
Just like on my other blog, a splurge and it’s over. don’t be a splurger.
Something better awaits in time.
For those with something to offer.
I was thinking as I wandered about tonight that it’s really best to focus on making one thing the best it can be.
But that’s the thing, business and art and girls – it’s all related. Except for in my life, it gets buried by my material outcome focus, and I say, no, I can’t blog about business any more, because life is just becoming too business.
Where’s the vibrancy and adventure? I got nothing to blog about here, that any one cares, about so I have to fix that.
I don’t even care about releasing tunes, if I do, then that’s motivating which is good. I still want to keep my agenda of reaching further with video and stuff.
I don’t want to be some square. I’m out there and basically because I want to scrooge up my cash and won’t take a chance I’m on the run from any options out there that exist.
The fact that too much time is invested into drama around my business makes me think that I got to balance it out somehow, business is art, because less business is more art, it’s all things in balance, and half the time I can barely think because it’s all some money issue.
Forget it.
It doesn’t cost a lot to dress well, you just have to make the effort. I never make the effort because it’s all work, it’s all business, no time for the finer things to be cultivated, and so I end up a cultureless bandit, making money and driving around and making tunes and splurging all over my blogs, graffiti, hopeful for something.
But whats the point? The point is business is just part of life, and if I want to blog about it here, then I will. Well, I should blog in one good place. At least here, this is my music, my art, my life, I blog about whatever I like. But nobody will read it.
Well just wait and see I guess.
Man getting out of business is like getting out of Iraq. Or something.
Time travelling as I am want to do, at the hard times of this year, I tried to become very zen in my reaction to the hard and heavy vibes on offer.
And that relativity buzz, trying to convince myself with the power of rational reason that relative to everyone around me, I live pretty well. I work less and I earn more, and I am absolutely free, but maybe that’s the problem, ongoing freedom, ongoing wandering, wondering, what else could there be . . .
There is definitely something else. You may never see it, but if you settle down to rot, you will definitely never see it.
That’s the home alone vibe, that the rot has set in from the inside, the sedintary, the stationary, the inert. Smothering you in your little trap.
Time travelling to the old school yard:
I remember in school I used to try very hard. I was pretty cracked out on the A+’s, I just wanted it so bad.
It’s not so different now, a website kind of is an A+ on a school project.
I look after myself. I live I guess a kind of different lifestyle than most, I don’t go to work,
Yeah and all that except you’ve got to get that going on the home alone vibe!
Those times are now the domain of the home alone project.
I said that I would be doing that this year. That it’s all set back for 2010. There’s no other option except to grow into it with my video programme.
one good thing, I was stuck in that bridge traffic and I saw: “Vic Tunnel, completion mid 2012″ sahweet bro, lots of jobz on!
same with the rugby world cup when I was at NZTE. I was like, “I’m gonna do alright out of this.”
one thing I learnt: with corp clients, women wanna meet you. Dudes must only care who you are if you mess it up. Maybe?
