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So, I just read marevia's newest writing. I would recommend reading it and its bits of wisdom. (here)
I
want authenticity. I want to combine my leanings for describing the
bold, the intricate, the tint of color, the stretch of landscape with
something
real.
I've been learning about the Romantics-- Byron and Shelley and all those blokes. Kubla
Kahn: I envision the ice walls, the honeydew, etc. but there is nothing
else substantial. It's like white bread trying to tell customers it's
got's the whole grains (it doesn't. I like Flax n' Fiber)
I always find myself split (when I write) b/w the romantic and the realistic. I have all these thoughts but no words, then words but no songs.
Aestheticism + authenti city get blame tangled. ----------------------------------------------
The
second word in the title may have been made up, but I mean "what I
deserve." I don't deserve much at all. I'm not scared, I guess. I'm
just dumbfounded. I'm amazed, that I have been rescued from all that I
could have been or could be. The Almighty is very, very mighty, and
it's that feeling of turning my neck, over my jutted shoulder like a
square wooden socket. I creak, I wear. But then I finally realize that
this God, this savior I have chosen to let rescue me is the one I love,
with a love diced up by very human fits of mine.
O My God, you are ____________.
So then, this music we create. Is it even close? What will we make it to be? Dreams increase and increase and pile up. It's a giant pile, and I need to shuffle through and find the one designed for me.
There's so much more on my mind= music is translation.
One, I went back to Towle for my senior year, and Andrew Elder applied too.
Two, I went to Towle's junior senior banquet the day of my dream. Apparently, I was clearly unprepared for the date change from May 30th to March 2nd. I was disappointed to find that I was not wearing a tie and had not gotten a trim. Also, there was live music from a 'rock' band with a shorts-wearing guy playing trombone. Cassie and the rest of the chums looked disappointed and as confounded as I did.
Three, U2 was playing a concert in Delaware. My band-friends and I all went. I was very excited and incredibly surprised. Nathan was happy for me and my dream within a dream. Aaron chuckled a little at the thought of me gleefully listening to a band that is the average age of our parents. Landon thought it was cool. Andrew openly declared that U2 were not very good, and impatiently made it clear that 'older music' was not very good or important to learn from.
I woke up right before the concert began. :(
My friend Max and Tim made this film:
This is school artwork. I was not scheduled into my first, second, and fourth choice elective, which were all art focused, so this is now what I do....
This is one day in my backyard, and I thought it was awesome.
We enter for a humble ten dollars, we don't expect much, and then we end up achieving a 9.13/10! Amazing.
so.
since then, I've learned some things. Unjust gain, pride, etc...
We determined early on that we were going to treat this competition
decently by not purposefully voting badly for people who are
"competition." That's not good at all.
Unfortunately, I have a HUMAN heart, and I have done many human things.
It would be true to admit that once or twice early on I voted badly for
a couple bands. I also managed to use proxies for two days to
artificially raise our scores by voting about thirty times for us.
I took a walk with my father at the end of the second day and told him
about, what I thought, my pure resourcefulness. A different, wise
perspective was what it took for me to realize my mistake--I was a bit
of a cheat.
What is success worth if it is achieved through these means?
Everything needs to be in its proper place, and I had slipped in some silver into a gold-crucible.
Why do I deserve to even play music? God is awfully humble to lend an ear...
Now, I watch our score dip to a 7.88/10.
But to know that I cast my single vote and humbly take this as it comes
makes me less human little by little, and I know what feelings of greed
Levi has the capacity for.
Humility is the balance between arrogance and neglecting a gift. It is more like a purpose and service. I did not study for Science Olympiad, and that is embarrassing. I underestimated the power of the slacking-off on my contentment. :(
As some of most of everyone should know, we entered a battle of the bands, hosted by Lara's school. :) Lots of news can be seen on our blog Read up and educate your mind!
If you already have been part of this and voted for us, thank you very much! If you like, click this banner to vote...
....and clone this banner! Here's the hair strand.
I just read up on the portfolio/expectations for UD's visual communications program. It will be tough to get in, I think. I might have to get creative with the year after high school. I am a year ahead, so maybe..... a tour? Something?
I read today that this earth is like the Holy Place. Face to face will be really amazing.
I am the parent of this camera! I need to learn some tricks with it though...
snap snap snap! Oh snap!
Focus, f/stop, depth of field ?????
note: I did not take this photo with my Canon, Digital, Rebel, XT, Camera, .
And a response to my own question.... click this one to read up.
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