Many of us may take life for granted. The simple act of being is just an amazement in itself. Look. You have two eyes. Both of the views from each eye comes together as one view. Close one eye. You see something different. Combine your vision with audible senses. Your in a dance party. You process the music (audible sounds) and the visuals (Yourself dancing). You adjust your movements according to the vibrations from the audible cues. Your equilibrium adjusts to the movements you make according to the audible cues. How much information is being processed in this seemingly simple act? Life is amazing. Little things like this make life so much more enjoyable. Just think if any of these senses were suppressed due to some type of disease or disability. Enjoy every little thing that you can make possible. If your ears were damaged, this wouldn’t be possible. If your legs were damaged, this wouldn’t be possible. If you were blind, you may be able to do these things. Just think of someone who can’t enjoy these simple, yet overlooked aspects of life. Dance the night away. Listen to whatever it is that gets your body grooving to no end. There are people who can’t do these things. Another epiphany in the day in the life of…

What is anything? What is everything? Who are you? Who am I? Why do these questions even matter? Long lost adventures and present excursions explain practically nothing. Do I use 2 spaces after a period? Probably not, but it would be totally acceptable. The gathering of similar personalities will happen tomorrow. Who likes Wu-Tang Clan? What will you do tomorrow? So many questions, so little brain matter. Things happen to test your resilience. Why is resilience constantly being tested. Minimal techno provides the same results as hip hop, jazz, samba, alternative rock jam bands, and funk. Why do they need to be stereotyped as a certain genre and crowd description? Who cares about the depletion of over 400 different species of fish? I can answer all of these questions through music. Does it matter that I can do this? Who cares? Enough with the questions. Two thousand-eleven, what have you got that hasn’t been? Uh-oh, another question. OK, enough; I’m going to satisfy my curiosity through music. That’s right, audible frequencies can do stuff to the brain. I’m going to do just that. Questions?

I have been thoroughly debating with myself the direction I plan to take these posts into. I’m sure everyone has some outlet to voice opinions about current events. With the state of current affairs, I’m certain everyone wants to voice their opinion on things, and they have the best solutions for them. “Not I”, said the cat. I am NOT going to expose my views on anything politics, wars, etc. There is enough of that already. I’m working on converting, or rather combining music and literature, with some possible news on some particular event involving some Native American things. It has already been a hassle trying to keep up with simply recording a mix with school and parenting in constant battle for my time. I am almost done with my first installment of music-ture and will publish as soon as I can. School permitting of course.

Sometimes, extensive time inside the mind lab redevelops a sense of self and purpose, just working on one solid feat allots time for no nonsense. Focusing on one thing negates wasteful past times. I refined my thoughts and redirected the channels of self into one segue of tunes that continue to make room for enjoyment. I hope you dig it. Take a venture.
The first installment of Reconstruction…Head Meats.

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What new things are going to reveal themselves this year. Last year was substantially whack. Trying to do anything productive seems to take a monumental amount of effort. Not saying that I’ve gathered some laziness of the last few months but damn. So much stuff conflicting on the personal, local, statewide, nationwide, and worldwide level makes it hard to focus on one thing. What is there? School, unemployment, parenting, fooding, facing, music, dexterity, nature, feet, teeth, brain meats, seeping, words, ears, sounds, trash, impending doom, cleaning, lung strength, mouthal convenience, time, clocks that display time, Microsoft Office, Borderlands, and so far, cold. Let me see what I can do with this joyous stuff.

Oh look! Its been weeks since I posted. “What’s up with that?” I ask. I have no idea. Let’s just say parenting, school, and job searching requires a lot more time than I thought. The only thing certain is that I will be posting music soon. (This time I’m not lying.)

I know I should be working on the site but, AVAST! things happen too fast. School and the Voodoo Empire has caught my attention. Soon, (yes soon) there will audible treats and visual delights coming. Lots of things going on and about to happen. Time for some action!

As I sit outside enjoying the nice cool down of the atmosphere, I start thinking of the traditional Nishnabe culture.  The harvest of crops and preperations for winter are starting to be set in motion.  Most of all, IT’S PUMPKIN AND APPLE SEASON!  I have had a variety of Nishnabe dishes like stewed buffalo, corn soup, fry bread, venison and wild rice, etc., etc.  That compelled me to search for other dishes prepared by indigenous peoples.  I stumbled across this recipe for pumpkin soup . I was thinking of making this and using small hollowed out pumpkins for bowls. Delicious.

I love being in school now. I have pleasant distractions from the ridiculous things that are constantly being thrown in my path. It’s rough, but hey, at least I have vast subjects of conversation now instead of the stuff that was making me not like a lot of things. As soon as I find somewhere to play the nice new tunes I acquired, I will be almost back to normal. I guess this is what happens when stuff gets done.