Anyway, my intent is really not to write about the random stuff my grandma (who will soon be an octogenarian, and party's at our house, by the way) says, though I suppose that could be a supplemental blog. Then, I don't even update this one...
What my house will look like the weekend after next.
My intents are as follows:
1. Update you on Three Dimensional Rhombus.
2. Ramble on about totally rational fears.
3. Stop writing at some point.
Ok, let's tackle these one at a time.
3DR: The project initially conceived as a space opera about my cat's love of salmon-flavored glop has (d)evolved into a series of rambling, thematically incoherent sound pieces. This is probably what my brother and I are actually capable of producing.
Here is the best(!) of our glorified auditory chicken scratch, "Cackle of the Disenfranchised Donkey":
Not really sure what we were going for there, but we do play all the instruments.
Credits:
Kevin: bongos, transcendent call of the weasel, production
Jimmy: synth, perpetual wailing of the mist, eternal screeching of the bountiful eggplant, production
So there's that.
Fear:
Ever since I signed on for this law school thing, something has been gnawing on my brain, like some sort of teething child of the damned.
As much as I believe I will excel in law school, given the various skill sets I possess, I also believe that the experience, the demands and the curricula will sap me of any sort of creative or playful desires. I'm not kidding myself: it's going to be a hellish three-year sprint. But I constantly wonder whether or not it will come at the cost of what I perhaps value most about myself: my individuality, my sarcasm, my (benign) cynicism and sarcasm even. The law is, for the most part, rigid, though interpretation does lead to some interesting debates. I am, for the most part, Gumby. A match made in heaven, or in Cleveland?
It's a long shot, but law school very well might transform me into some sort of android...thingie.
Anyway, I'll try to update more often. Here's a monkey to be sorry for me.
