Measure by Measure

I'm doin laundry but it might be too wet to mow today!

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Clamping Trimp

Poem From A Robot

Darkness limits your vision
which is dangerous because
with impaired senses
it is more difficult to live.
My circuits run knot free
and crystal clear for
I do not fear the dark
but the dark things lurking in it.

Lights

I made a program to make nice aurora things. You get different wavy patterns by changing some constants in a function:

I put a break in here because otherwise it was too many gifs in one go and it was making my computer slow down. So look at the full post to see the rest of them

Two Songs That Will Make It Abundantly Clear How Poor Of A Singer I Am

This first song I wrote and I did two versions: one that is a cappella and another that has a guitar. I sort of just made up the melody and harmonies for the a cappella version. I realize how grating my voice is which is why I included the guitar version.

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The second song is one that I didn't write. I had an idea about not putting covers up on here but it's basically the song I wish I could write so here we are. Incidentally this is the 99th blog on my blog so I'll just say that's an excuse. I forgot a line or two and my melody is off in bits but I don't know why I care, it's my blog I can do whatever I want!!

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I'm probably going camping this weekend and maybe even to my cabin next weekend. I kind of don't want to because I feel weirdly obligated to make art stuff. I don't know why, I love to camp and cabin. Oh well that's where I'll be if I'm not posting stuff

What's Up

This is what I worked on today. It's only stage one in a multi stage idea. I like painting and programming stuff because I can listen to music while doing it unlike writing stuff which I can't do if there are lyrics going on. Same with reading too.

Here's a song I listened too today I'm still cool even though I like songs like this. That's important for me to remember. Perhaps the truth is that I'm more cool for liking songs like this. It is hard to know for sure.


Incidentally I also wrote a poem today and I'm not going to wait until Sunday to post poems any more because I don't write so many.

your eyes are like black holes
that forever draw me in
pulling my gaze closer
espie the beauty that's within
your eyes can always catch me
solar flares and cosmic winds
your sly event horizon
locks my lips above your chin

I wonder if I am good at anything or if I am a good person. These are interesting questions that one begins to wonder when they have decided to disentangle themselves entirely from toxic habits and behaviours for the first time since highschool. I wonder if I will become a different person. I hope that the people I love will love me back even though I am different. I hope that these blogs are not too burdensome to read.

When I was in the sauna at the gym today I thought up a bunch of lyrics that I put in my phone so I'll probably write some songs soon.

The All Seeing Eye And Her Fishes

fan art by me the creator

And here's a song!! I Didn't Write It

Fish Pond Simulator

This is what I made today it's good I think. There's sound and stuff

http://ericwebsite.info/stuff/fishsim.html

Clicking the pond will relax your nerves and enlighten you in surprising ways

Ice Road Truckers On TV

OK, here it is. I actually recorded another song today but it was so bad and I was so ashamed that it will never be heard by anyone ever. This song is maybe better but I'm probably not going to do another for a bit because I'm in that everything-I-write-is-awful mood so maybe I'll paint something tomorrow instead congrats


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Over the past couple days I've been teaching my hair some rad tricks and I can make it do a cool elvis curl basically every time now sugoi

Radio Transmitter

Here's a pop rock song that hurt my ears and throat to record but I hope it won't hurt your ears too much to listen to

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Last night I learned that my coworker Julian's online poker alias is Juice Dog. I'm going to try and do another song today but that's a pretty tall order.

Holy shit Juice Dog Rules

Sunday Sad

the pit in my stomach has sprouted
flowers unique to the acid mix of my gut
from coffee grounds and too many treats
protein powder, spleen, and nutrient rich
fleshy soil spring an arabesque of thorny vines
silver and cerulean all knotted up inside
i must concede those colours may not be true
but it surely feels like skies when grey
and me when feeling blue

Distance Function

I been getting more mileage out of my 4 track lately

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That Awkward Moment When The Only Person You Want To Talk To Is Your Blog

Dearest blogula,

Today I had two exciting finds at Top Ten Produce. First was fresh morels, I bought 5 teeny tiny ones and they cost me 8 dollars, I also got a bolete and now I'm eating wild mushroom pasta I made and it's great. Second they had something called "Dutch Syrup Wafers" and holy shirt are these fucking good. I don't know if these are legit stroopwafels or not (like obvs they are in a package and not fresh or whatever) but gosh dang are they tasty.

Also here's some photos from the last month or so:

this place is magical

quck quck

our newly reinforced new firewood shelter

the nasty iron hook i found on the way back from penny lake

Sad Folk

there was a really nice sunset tonight so i wrote this song (ever1 is asleep in my house so i'm whispering it over the web into your ear like it's the location of secret treasure or to tell you that you have a cute butt which aren't necessarily different)

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(also i dropped off film tonight and i'll pick it up tomorrow so heads up on that)

Discordant Robot Music For Those With Twisted Hearts That Are Forever Breaking

it's actually just called thrum.mp3

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Thinking Wishful

dont got nothing to say about this one i guess i got a scheme to do some programming but first i gotta have lunch and go vote

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A Painting Boy

Today I went for a walk in the woods and I got to a part where I could look off a cliff and it started to rain really hard like the hardest ever so I stood there and thunder and lightning went over top of my head so I wrote a poem and painted a picture and then I painted another picture after (it's still drying) here's the first painting and poem.

from under a thunder cloud giant men bellow

lightning tongues licking thin white blue and yellow

whats left of their words are just ozonic foam

the patter of rain drops on metal roofed homes

and the lonely like me our own voices cry

from cedar come under a dry place to hide

we sit down and stare at the swollen dark sky

with whom our sad singing will sole harmonize

for giants and tired young sons of old sighs

electric shared torment bursts forth from our eyes

to scatter off into the deep starless night

we flare up and burn out forgotten by sight

I'll post the other one when it's dry it's got a mermaid on it

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Here's the mermaid one it doesn't have a poem

Mummies Day Spooktacular

to plant a seed will make it grow
protect it when the crows are by
and fertilize when growing slows
then water when the sky is dry
but let the seed go on it's own
allowing it some space to breathe
when you go off sad and alone
mutations in the seed will seethe
so on the day that you return
to garden patch or fallow field
no rose nor flower to discern
no loving bud nor floral yield
but thorny vines in filligree
with anger growing wild and free

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the restaurant down the street serves dinner
to dying men who scream and cry at the straight
faced waitresses in white starched suits
the food is all wrong, some say
send it back to the kitchen and make it right
and others stay silent staring
at steamed scrambled eggs
sour jam on crusty toast
bruised melon and coffee scraped
from the bottom of the pot
while they eat and eat
and eat
until there is nothing left
but the rind

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Getting Fit 2013

fat clots my heart stop
running and die the rain
will keep the sweat off
and pain will still be better
sore limbs tired body
for my bones don't yet creak
and i have no love
so why should i need these handles

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the ghostly carvings
all distorted by growth read
like brail under my fingertips
love stories by long dead lovers
on this long living tree
being pondered on by passers by
and rendered out by me

It Feels So Good (To Be In Love) (With You)

i did like a million different versions of this and i guess is the least worst i came up with

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holy crow why do i feel like this

there's a hole in my black t shirt and it coincides with my right nipple and i was walking home from work and a rain drop fell off of a branch directly onto my right nipple and it was the coldest and most exhilarating feeling

i'm going to post a song tomorrow and it's going to be a pop anthem

thanks for reading my blog

Fortress Buttsmell

Triple Sec + Milkshake is a good programming bev



I'm 23 years old. This is a cool song:

This Area Is Under Surveillance

oh dear

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True Tales: Real To Life Comics

 the hits don't stop

MORE PROGRESS ON THIS THING

IS BEING MADE

THIS IS FOR SOMETHING

(STAY TUNED)

That Apple Painting

Last night I did an apple painting and it's small enough to scan so here it is in high def 1000p

Las Vegas Weekend

Channelling tape deck John Darnielle on this one maybe. I just wanted to write a nice song about fruits!!!!!

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also I re-recorded Podcasts Ruined My Life and the harmonies are perhaps less embarrassing now so if you care about such things you can scroll down and check it out otherwise you can keep your ULTRA RARE bad harmony edition

also also i'm going to sfu next fall wowow!! i'm already dreaming about what courses I want to take

GEOG 318 Soils in Our Environment (4)
GEOG 356 3D Geovisualization (4)
GEOG 360 Mud & Society (4)
GEOG 311 Hydrology (4)

REM 342 Crystal Magic (3)

REM 356 Institutional Arrangements for Sustainable Environmental Management (3)

GEOG 410 Future Landscapes (4)

GEOG 317 Soil Science (4)

GEOG 322 Ghosts (4)

Spider Island

I made a short little Twine story last night and here it is:
http://ericwebsite.info/stuff/blip/SpiderIsland.html

Sunday Slurp

WOWowo more poems

Apples

In the partial shade of the old apple tree
in my backyard where, in autumn
the fruit are harvested for pies and sickly sweet
fizzy cidres, where hanging the bird house
homes chickadees in the spring
mossy roof under apple blossoms quivering
with life and rocking with the graceful motion
of young birds stretching their wings,
in which generations of birds and bees
have nested, picked up, left,
by all the green leaves which in fall
will end up stuck between rake tines
buried in compost bins, and dizzy heads may spin

we dream
warm summer breeze cutting the heat
off our lightly perspiring skin
resplendant is the juice
sticky dripping down your chin

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downtown hangs in the dark
a golden chain glittering
satin draped across
breasts like the night
on the city

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it was just faint electric flickers
up and down some cosmic spine
when suddenly your eyelids split
letting all the world spill in
and rats will wonder
from their perspex cage
who watches the watchers
what food is it they chase
none of us know what we have to expect
i think we live so we may see
the thing that happens next

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i sat down to write
and a poem came out
it spilled on the page
like a babbling brook
like a cigarette lighter
lighting a cigarette

30 stories up in your white walled room
window staring out across teh city
stirring and humming
nothing whispers "you are here"
but you are
and the silvered side of your eyes
shine brightly
step out! leave sad isolation!
take part in the weird molecular energy

the tongue clicks flicking
syllables alphabetic on the page
fricatives and affricates
you are a miracle
you are here

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breathe slowly outward
loosing soft stardust from your lips
spackle the black ceiling
with a shimmering kiss
cry sad tears and birth a moon
eyes open sun pouring a retina bloom

let water wash your figure
mountain ranges formed by cries
each convulsion splits new valleys
while lightning tickles 'tween your thighs
forests flow and cities grow
but in the darkest alley sighs
your trembling heart beats sweet and frail
and when you're done
inhale

Podcasts Ruined My Life

The sky split and gods hands emerged from the heavens, "BEHOLD!" God commands, "EMBARRASSING HARMONIES AND WHINY LYRICS!" And it was good.

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*Arrow shoots thru ur window and it's a tab*

Dead As Dreams
by Radiator Hospital

[verse]
             B
i wanna be a shooting star
              G#m
i wanna be an astronaut
               F#
i wanna be the poster boy
        E
hanging on your wall

and when you look at me
will you remember all
all of the songs i sang
before we fell out of love

[chorus]
             C#
and when you think of all
           E
all of the boys you knew
         B
am i the only one
              Eb
that made you cry
           C#
or is it a part of you
               E
that you can't figure out
      B
why nobody seems
             Eb
to treat you right

[verse]
is it a crime
i wanna be the reason why
you wish you never said
goodbye

and i wanna die
i wanna die
i wanna die
in your arms

[chorus]
back in my own bedroom
when i would hold you
i never thought about
right and wrong

the only thing i knew
was i was in love you
and we'd be right back here
before long

[end bit]
E B

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Some Distant Moon
by Radiator Hospital

nb: don't play the bass note in Bm*

riff

   D           A       D         A       D         A
e|---------------------------------------------------------|
B|-3---5p3h5p3-2-2-2---3-5p3h5p3-2-2-2---3-5p3h5p3-2-2-3-2-|
G|---------------------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------|

           D      A         D A
it gets so hot in your room
           D    A      D A
so we just lay around
i would something something dreaming(y)
          D      A     D A
until you make a sound

[lead guitar switches to picking Bm* and A]
                    Bm*
you know i'm not in love with you
               A
i just want to stare into
     D     A
your eyes

i don't want to feel this stuff
i just want to dream about

your eyes