I walk into the kitchen looking for something I've already forgotten. Again I had forgotten to pin the task tightly to my short, ordered list of operations. I'm getting too old to be this forgetful. It's probably the weed. You were like this before you smoked.
I stare out the window because the Chihuahua next door scampered by the fence and my lizard brain brought me to full alert. Beneath the window I see a few ants, remains from a colony which had mistakenly found it's way in through the garbage disposal switch and was promptly flushed down the sink through the garbage disposal.
The ants go marching two by two hurrah! played in my head. Oh yeah my phone, I needed music for my shower. And another tiny loop closed.
Good morning readers, the few and proud. It's time for a break from science like topics for a while so I'm going to talk about some music today. If you know me, you probably also know that if I'm awake, I'm probably listening to music. New stuff, old stuff, folk, edm, rap, you name it and I probably listen to at least a little of it.
I came across an album by happenstance tonight that I like enough to tell you it's story. Most things have stories: the pair of shoes with heavily worn soles, the fallow garden and even the toe nail that fall through the clippers. Most however don't have stories quite like the album the Frosted Ambassador, whose creators are unknown.
The album artwork is provided by William Cullen Hart, one of the founders of the record company the Elephant 6 collective. He also provided art for his own projects and several of the other E6 bands. I like it, it lacks traditional forms, like must of the album, but offers enough symbolism to make you…
Despite how individualistic we all want to be (myself included,) I cannot help but find endless evidence that I am wrong and we are all alike. Most of us share generally the same experience, at a base level. School, extracurricular, a job, college, summer job or job during college, career or master's degree into a career. This is the model set forth by society with the greatest likelihood of achieving success. A build order if you will.
Now I am the type who believes that all behaviors are part of a greater trend. Take for example my affinity for leaving trails behind, in search of sights few have seen. To most people the trail is the only option, going off the trail is riskier, and in most cases actually interrupts the environment. To the fortune of the environment and my conscience, the fact that 99% of people follow the trail as they are told means that my rare transgression upon protected soil leaves lit…