There’s going to be a generation of kids to come who are going to hear the word ‘eco’ and never think it means “ecosystem” or “ecology” or even “economics”. The first thing they’re going to think is “eco-friendly”, and it’ll completely be our fault.
The thing with streaming sites
Is that the whole music world is at your command
At your feet,
Or rather, at your fingertips:
Flowing out of tops like the memory of song comes on demand
Except for those agonising moments when you can’t remember
Which is great.
But the only defence of your own downloaded libraries
Is that every single piece on there
Is there of your own free will
And each song is really your own.
Shh, I know, I’ve been gone. I’ve been a terribly escapist vacationer. I’ve been home and I’ve been living the home life. The very home life. The doing absolutely nothing life. Allow me to sneak back into some semblance of normalcy. September is round the corner.
Fire drills at work are 75% needlessly dropping my facade of pretending I’m busy doing work and 24.5% awkward socialisation, and 0.5% remembering the last horrific time there was a fire drill, more of a false alarm really, that happened to occur only on the day I had a really bad case of diarrhoea.
Needless to say, I don’t like fire drills anymore.
Office washrooms are time warps.
Or they’re really just mushrooms.
Someone get me out of here;
I have work to do.
No, I don’t think I need to do this either, but it’s 12:10 AM, and I’m feeling weirdly restless, and have a final that I’m currently taking a break from, and feel the need to justify in the form of some concrete output, and hence you, poor reader, may just have to bear the brunt of my anxiety and live through yet another post.
Well, I’m keeping my word about updating the comics regularly. And so here’s the next one, albeit on a much nicer looking blog. This blog remains a black background, and majorly just because I’m adamant about that. As a matter of fact, my obsession with dark backgrounds, as clearly influenced by the fact that I’m pretty much a computer science stereotype with the penchant for coding on dark backgrounds, has kind of spilled into my new blog as well. As of twenty-four hours ago, it was a clean, pristine, cold, spacious white. Now it’s dark blue, but a very comfortable dark blue indeed, or that’s my opinion anyway. The cool thing is that while the background is blue, the text and the comic are still on a white background, so I found a good loophole right there. Everybody wins!
Do let me know what you think of the new blog though! It’s kind of shiny and new right now, and I’m eager to see what I end up doing with it. Hope you are too!
That girl thinks she’s the queen of the neighbourhood
Well, I got news for ya— she is!
This is currently my favourite lyric and it just hit off with me immediately.
I’ve heard waay too many “that girl thinks she’s a queen/ when she’s just a nothing cog in the machine/ Trying hard to live a dream/ Don’t you know no one can hear you scream”, this was oddly uplifting!
(Is that an actual song? I just made those lyrics up. It’s a close approximation for some stuff I’ve heard. Female bands aren’t always very kind when it comes to their own kind, I suppose!
Well, what mattered was that it rhymed, didn’t it? Didn’t it? Weren’t you in the least bit sure that was an actual song?
Okay, then I’m on track to become a songwriter. Now to quit my metaphorical job.)
The lyrics above are from the Bikini Kill song Rebel Girl, and I love it already. I’m glad the band’s reuniting. The world can do with some good punk music right now, and with some female rock bands too!
Speaking of good punk music, I’m really getting into SWMRS. They’re a bunch of young Californian punks, and they sound good to the ear. They’re nearly my age, and it almost feels like I have reason to be proud seeing them come up. I read an interview with Rolling Stone that they’d done, and I felt, wow, they’re growing. It’s partly unsurprising, given Green Day frontman Billie Joe Armstrong happens to be drummer Joey Armstrong’s dad, but they’re a band growing in their own right.
Sample some of the stuff off their latest album:
What’s more, I’ve just got to know they’re likely playing a gig in my city just next month! It happens to be in between two big important finals that I have, but they’re also a week apart. Hopefully, I can spare a few hours an evening?
I wouldn’t mind.
I’m itching to get back to my own music real soon, the real soon in question being anywhere between two weeks and a month. It’s a hard life!
But anyway, coming back to the main point of this post, if you think you’ve got it, you’ve got it. Just remember what Kathleen Hanna said! (If you forgot, look above. I’d have linked back to the top of this post, but that would be recursive. And I hereby declare, I’ve had enough recursion for one night. I’m off to bed, goodnight.)
I’m so ready for today to end.
I’ve yelled at a toilet seat and have two midterms tomorrow.
As Green Day sang on Brain Stew,
My eyes feel like they’re gonna bleed
The clock is laughing in my face
My mouth is dry
My face feels numb
It’s Monday, February the 18th; Family Day.
Look sharp, college kids. Give your coffee mug some love today.
Like scales, chords, modes and dynamics, intervals have feelings and moods too. And god knows they can vary.
Today, I sit alone in silence and figure out what moods each interval holds to my ear. But this could just be for today. The mystery and charm with music is that the same piece can sound very different from day to day. Based on your mood, the music’s mood changes. One day’s mellow becomes the next day’s rumination, one day’s euphoria becomes another’s pensiveness (not even kidding that’s possible).
Are you a musician? What do little snippets of music sound like in isolation to you? Are you a non musician but an avid music lover? What does music sound like to you?
What do you feel about my interpretation?
Fifth – courage
Sixth – augmented
Fourth – lost
Maj third – safe
Min third – thinking/reflecting
Maj second – waiting
Min second – dissonance
Octaves – echoes
Min seventh – weirdly happy
Major second – stretch
The order’s a little up and down here, but that’s sort of on purpose.
I’d love to hear from you!
So I’ve been on autopilot for a while. All my brain can do right now, is fix values for numeric symbols. I probably don’t know my name anymore. Oh, and I’m unrealistically pumped up for my computer science proofs test tomorrow.
So now you probably think I’m ill.
It’s all the autopilot, and I blame everything on this buggy piece of sentient AI I’ve become over the week. Everything’s sort of been an if-then clause with me. It was five degrees yesterday—POSITIVE FIVE I KID YOU NOT!—and with all the snow melting around me, my natural reaction was to go out without a jacket. Most of you who’ve experienced winters before will tell you not to rely on the evening’s weather to be like the morning’s—that is deception at its finest!
But I did, and also being the metallic AI-in-a-machine that I am, I didn’t even realise it was cold as the sun went down.
My friend asked me how I was doing today, and I replied, I don’t know.
I don’t know? What does that mean? They asked.
I don’t know.
I came across a packet of nuts today that read the following description: Premium Salty Mix.
Running my beta autopilot software, I thought, just like me.
It took me about five minutes to realise that no kidding, I was right.
I’m a Premium Salty Mix (not to mention a messy one) right now.
And that is basically all I came here to write. I’m sorry if all you learnt today was this pointless fact.
And I’m switching back to autopilot mode. I’ll be back after my midterms, probably sentient.
Put me through the Turing test already! (Spoiler, I’ll probably fail on account of randomness.)
And that is all.