Overhaul.

One of the things that used to dominate my blog were all the theories I had.  I’d share all my beliefs on different things and pass them on as self-evident and true.  More times than not I’d get readers commenting saying how much they believe in my ideals and loved finding someone who thinks just like them.

One talk that Harriet and I had one day, it was over Spring Break, sitting in the second floor eating area of the Whole Foods in Austin, Texas, was about how I’ve changed.  It wasn’t a huge, relationship-changing talk- it was just a light addressing of the ways I’ve grown up and matured over the past couple of years.  One of the biggest things that Harriet mentioned was how I don’t share my philosophies and my theories anymore with her.  The reasoning behind it was because she’s heard everything- I’ve shared all there is to share with her.  And that’s why I stopped journaling and sharing my thoughts on my blog: I’d said all there is to say!  It’s as simple as that.  I’ve always been a man who knows exactly what’s on his mind and knows exactly what he wants out of life, etc. etc.  I’ve always been so stable and so sure and that’s what’s allowed me to honestly exhaust my thoughts both with the girl of my dreams, an unknown audience (my blog readers), and even myself (my journal).

But now that I’ve joined Blogged.com and I’m bringing in even more readers than ever before, there’s a certain drive to write better blogs.  And along with that, I’ve decided to bring back my big philosophical writings!  Now, whenever an idea pops into my head, I save it on my cell phone so I’ll remember to write about it later.  My return to the intellectual writing world begins with a quick analysis about success and failure entitled, “The Good Mistake & the Bad Accomplishment.” I also have a write-up on true love to discuss and possibly even a story to share about two creatures known as “Beauty” and “Chaos.”  So, there’s going to be a lot to share here on Homes for Butterflies.  Lately I’ve been telling more people about how I blog and a lot of people have shown sincere interest- so definitely expect the quality of what’s on here to start increasing.

I don’t know how it would work out, but I really do see my blog as the launching point for my writing career.  I’m hoping I might become one of those random success stories where the thoughts I have are so evocative and entertaining that sure enough I start generating mad hits every day because people enjoy getting a little food for thought.  I know, maybe that’s a bit conceded of me…  but being humble didn’t get me where I am today.  Deciding that the world was actually small enough to put in my hand was the best mindset I ever acquired.  Because when I wake up every morning convinced that I can make the impossible happen- great things follow.  And if you’ll allow me to be completely ambiguous here, lately my recent actions have been causing some tremendous good to enter the world.  Clarity & wonder are becoming very abundant for those around me.

But okay, I’m done tooting my own horn here.

The whole point of this blog was to say: expect some cool, professional changes happening here on Homes For Butterflies.

Cheers. :)

Music Editorials

Okay, I’m starving and in need of lunch, but something wonderful just hit me!  As I was studying for BAS earlier, I couldn’t help but think how difficult all the material is.  A lot of times it really is way over my head- but still I try my hardest and I luckily get through.  But you know what I also thought about?  I thought about how I haven’t put a single bit of effort into Writing & Rhetoric this semester or last semester and I’ve been getting away with A’s left and right.  Even in high school and grade school I never tried at writing courses and came out with awesome success.  Clearly I have a penchant for writing!  But then what did I JUST realize now?

After writing this 20 page research paper on blink-182, and writing that blog about classic rock below this post, and now that I’m writing an aesthetics paper comparing and contrasting every facet of King Harvest’s “Dancing in the Moonlight” to Scooter’s version… I have GOT to get my own editorial in some music magazine some day haha.  I’m loving what I’m writing.  I feel like they’re extremely good pieces backed up by plenty of substantial evidence, only thus affirming that I’ve got the chops to be incredibly persuasive with my musical claims.  

I guess I just find this so cool because sometimes I get so caught up in what I’m doing for my MAJOR here at Columbia that I forget about the other talents I have in life.  Writing being one of my greatest strengths!  And it’s times like these where I remember how much I would adore having my own music editorial.

I can already see myself just grabbing my computer, taking it into a quiet room and just letting my thoughts unfold about music every time an interesting theory or topic enters my head.  I’d love to join that community of writers who love talking about music.  

And as I sit here gloating that I totally deserve to be a writer of music, I’m definitely not saying I’m “going to be the greatest” or something.  I’m just saying I deserve a spot.  What John Mayer has to say is going to be so different than what I have to say which is going to be so different than what that guy from the Gin Blossoms is going to say.  And it’s the different VOICES of music that make reading a music magazine great in the first place.  Hearing the DIFFERENT thoughts and seeing the varied takes on music and what it means to live in it makes reading about it all that much more interesting.

So hey.  It’s something to continually keep my eye out for while here at Columbia…  And I guess maybe even from now on I should just start practicing?  I get the urge to write movie reviews all the time…  Maybe I SHOULD start writing those reviews and writing in-depth music articles when the idea strikes!  Just a little food for thought for myself…

Poetry

Here are some poems I wrote the other night that were either written at random during creative writing class, or inspired by the musical works of Andy McKee.

I remember holding you close,

Underneath the pastel-streaked sky,

When the stars just emerged,

And the purple hues awakened.

It was warm on that summer eve,

When the grass tickled our skin,

And our hands met one the other.

I smiled like a fool,

Calling upon the silence,

So I could watch you in peace,

So I could keep it as a snapshot,

And forever remember,

The night we shared in September.

I never owned a horse!

Rain, rain, rain, rain,

Rain, rain,

Rain, rain,

Rain, rain, rain, rain,

Was coming.

Caution,

You said.

Dead men shouldn’t travel these roads.

I asked why you thought,

Me to be a soul,

That was lost on the river.

Forlorn was my face,

You swore I looked defiled,

Looked pale from the end.

I then laughed with a smile,

And gave you proof of my

Virility.

Embarrassed, you felt,

But I told you not to worry.

We all make mistakes.

Like how I forgot to smile.

She closed the door.

I don’t like it when she closes the door.

Closing the door means I can’t enter.

Closing the door means I should go away.

I don’t like going away.

Going away means forgetting you.

Endeavors

I’m really excited for my new music album- and i JUST released How To Use Your Materia.  I dunno, every release is kind of like a demo, trying for the bigger goal.  I first released Imaginarium, and hated it.  Then I made Blue Season and ended up making something I was so proud of.  Then HTUYM came out, and I hated it!  But I’m already making something I know I’m going to love…  And as such, I’d like to share some of the tracks thus far created!

Odyssey
Sake Bomb
Dragon Fruit
Satellite Reunion
Across the Sky
Trailblaze
Warning Sign

Actual recording won’t happen for a while… but rather articulate demos are being put together.  And I’m in love.

I’m trying this new approach to the songs so I can get everything down perfect… I’m recording these full demos and I listening to them, figuring out what I wanna add, detract, change, etc. etc.  So far it’s working out perfectly.  Everything is turning out to be the perfect blend of poppiness and complexity.

So much has happened this week that I can’t even believe it’s only Wednesday.

Tomorrow I’m going out with Harriet after school.
Seeing Star Trek, the original movie, remastered, with my father, at AMC.
Tomorrow is going to be a very, very, very good day. 

Love Like Rockets, a new short story I’m working on, is rather interesting.  On its own merit I don’t know if it’s very good, but it’s paving the way for sometihng very interesting I might work on…  I’m thinking I’m gonna create a book that’s just a collection of stories about the people of this world I’m creating.  And within those stories, details about the world I’ve created, the people living in it, and the religions, the ideals, just, everything you need to know about a new world would be explained through stories.  So far I’ve got a lot of ideas already kind of down and two main cities created (salene and besant).  It’s just a matter of if I follow through.

I’ve come to realize I’m incredibly drained right now in every facet imaginable.  In fact, I need to quite writing.  and get some things done I’d like to do before I should go to sleep.

Appa show!

Stranger Than Fiction

Today I got an interesting comment from Kirstin.  “So, it seems you and your girlfriend had some interesting times…”  She said this after Creative Writing today when I’d shared a story about tense and uneasy love.  My response was this: “yeahh, that was all fictional.  In fact, everything I’ve written has been made up.”  Jackie was amazed I made up all my stories thus far as well.  This made me realize I need to post a disclaimer about my works.  Everything I’ve written for Creative Writing has been completely fictitious.  And honestly, it probably always will be.  I hate writing about my life.  I hate trying to put literary spins on real events, cuz that’s just boring!  I like writing about myself in a very straightforward, journal fashion.  When it comes to stories, it’s probably one of my favourite pasttimes to make up things.  Almost everything I write gets written down in one sitting and the pen never stops.  My first journal entry was a real event written in a story-like fashion and I absolutely hated it.  My second entry was basically a journal entry.  Everything else have been fictional stories.  I’d hate for people to think that the things I write about are true…  They’re generally messed up in some way, and if were taken as true life accounts, I’d be seen as a very disturbed child. 

I’ll definitely mention this next Friday/journal day… but I felt for anyone willing to read it right now, there’s the truth of the matter. 

 EDIT: However, I am MasterChief.