Archive for April, 2008

A Non-Apology

Sunday, April 20th, 2008

This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

Everyone loves this poem, and for good reason - also, a famous in-joke amongst poets. Go figure.

old photos

Friday, April 11th, 2008

perusing through hundreds of old photos from the 90’s in Midland for a project this past weekend, i came across a few forgotten images.

sports
There he is, the sports-king himself! Mastering every sport in the western hemisphere isn’t easy. You’re always on the move. No time for rules or penalties, it’s go, go, go!

naturalist
A bookish woodsman, on his travels about the country. I hadn’t quite realized the wonderful places my parents had taken me, until i thumbed through yosemite, redwood forest, pike’s peak, royal gorge, and san francisco photographs, which had taken place over a relatively short time period.

snowfight
ah, a snowy winter. how many years did we have snow in midland, and take it for granted? how many years until the next smattering of ice crystals in louisiana, which won’t last more than a few hours? yeah. snow is fun. i want snow again.

sugar and honey
Here are two lovable pets, being silly.

richard and dad
Doesn’t this look like a photo from 1972? i took this in the mid 90’s.

comeaux’s cajun corner
another fake mid 20th century photo.

blocks 1
exercising my powers of fine motor skills

blocks 2
a fantastic action shot, thanks dad

jillian fish skinner
here’s a cool photo of my cousin jillian filleting a fish. Jillian cheered with desiree in high school, and i think it’s cool to see her in the country fishing as a kid.

Thoughts on Music and Musicians

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

My friend Rami writes,

I love the way [music] makes me feel, I love how creative I feel when I hear a good song, and I love how my mind comes alive when a good song comes on. It’s insane, really. It’s like for 3ish minutes I’m not even myself. Or, I am myself, just on this whole other level than ordinary Rami. I think that’s why I date musicians. Only. Other people just aren’t as passionate and deep, and if you disagree with me, oh well. Perhaps the thing that makes you feel the way I do when I hear music is the thing your partner possesses, and for you that is the ultimate quality for a partner to have. And that’s cool for you.

I think this is a beautiful articulation of how powerful and touching music can be. I know for myself, music is primarily about playing, as articulated by Derek Bailey and others. My relationship with music comes about through my hands as much as it does through my ears, but I think Rami hits on the salient issue of music as a deepening of ordinary experience.

Playing an instrument is a way of extending the body, of augmenting myself. Through the guitar, I can express things that I cannot say any other way. Often, when I play, emotions and ideas come to me from somewhere other than my everyday consciousness - playing (and as Rami suggests, listening) is a way of being that completely bypasses the ordinary mindfulness of the person involved in the music.

Although musicians certainly aren’t intrinsically better than anyone else (indeed, they can be much worse - has anyone else seen Rock of Love?), the exposure to a different way of thinking and being via music that musicians and serious listeners have, certainly does give those people the opportunity to experience the world in a whole new way.

months away from a supposed adulthood

Tuesday, April 1st, 2008

Yesterday i scheduled my last semester as an undergraduate in college. By December, it will be five and a half years in an engineering curriculum. Two universities. 152 credit hours. 13 months in-the-industry work experience. 3.7 overall GPA. And what will i have to show for it? Perhaps more than just a sheet of paper.

I received my first offer for a salaried position at an engineering company today. Reading the offer was like hearing a song you’ve wanted to hear for a long, long time. It quiets, it calms, it satisfies. I took a moment to smile to myself, and recognize that I am valuable, useful, productive. I took only a moment, even though this achievement deserved a veritable shout of joy and a happy dance. By the time I actually do finish my curriculum in December, and walk onto the stage at the PMAC at LSU, with my family beaming in the audience, I hope this offer is only the first of several options for my career.

Next month, i’ll have my first anniversary of marriage. More on this later.

I’m having a strange collision of events, that, when viewed from the outside, looks a lot like adulthood.