Wednesday, August 06, 2003

This is where music recording will eventually go, until it goes, no longer necessary, recorded, data recorded into magnetic or electronic fields, with energy quanta interacting with the "membrane" like transfer RNA, so that limitations will be based on the number of electrons containable in a field, not the circuits burned onto a disk, not the ability of platens of magnetized metal to order themselves up and down in binary. And then there will be no more binary. Quantum programming. Which will allow us as beings to further reflect on the poetry of the cosmos, and less on how to make Web pages better. 11:32:41 PM

If the brain is just one big anastomosis, and life is just anastomosis, and time is just another anastomosis, reading and music are patterns that when recognized and felt must give the sensation of surfing the networks of the timeless universe. I guess it's not so surprising then how many creative lives are filled with drugs and alcohol, trying to recapture, in absence of that thing itself, that creative channeling, what it is to feel as a god, dwelling within ones' self. I am starting to feel reading words and playing music again, on a properly tuned piano, that my brain is grasping the systemic, an awareness of the systemic, that is making absorbing the sensations of sound, taste, smell, touch, imagination converge in awareness, as if I am pushing in or out an invisible membrane that I did not realize was there before. While I am not sure of the outcome, exploring that new structure will inevitably enhance my ability to merge my macro thinking with the importance of execution, as if, now, in life, I am beginning to understand my own grand actionable plan, and the many outcomes. Hearing the music, knowing how then to play the keys. How to work the fingers and the brain and all the senses to find and fill the piece. 11:14:50 PM

I realized last night as I walked the dogs in the park, late, that I could hear George Winston's Thanksgiving in my head, the way I'll eventually be able to play it. It was surreal. I wish I could just look at sheet music and understand, or see a fake book and understand, and maybe someday, the same way I've learned to read and write text and hear myself in my head as I write, music will be the same. 5:37:04 PM

Episcopal Diocese Confirms First Openly Gay Bishop This makes me proud to be a part of the Episcopal tradition. 12:48:47 AM