I'm Determined to B-B-B-B-log!

This is my new post. It's been a two month hibernation. Not that I haven't thought or felt anything for 60 days-- just a general failure to organize and articulate that swirly cumulus into something intelligible for the blogship. But threats and ridicule from peers and bandmates and self-guilt have combined to get the best of me. To celebrate the new year, I'm coming out of my hole.

Various things:
I'm now 28. I still get carded. I now own a small container of facial moisturizer. Thanks dad.

It's 2005. I've been in LA for slightly over 2 years. This year, according to one dead self-help guru, i'm supposed to take stock of my "true singular obsession" (true unsingular obsessionS?), then work up the discipline to make them manifest in physical reality. 2005 is the year of The Game Plan. Goodbye meandering pastry-obsessed lifestyle. Hello SUCCESS!!! -- for my mom's sake. (On the phone a coupla months ago: "I know you guys will always be successful, but please have some success soon so i can tell my friends Mommy was right." (re: letting us do what we wanted with our lives and not interfering too much.) )

My brother's getting married in Houston at the end of January. Alanna and I will wear light pink satin and walk the aisles as bridesmaids. I will try to behave. I will use the opportunity to think more about love and how the heck people commit to existing as non-separate entities. I will wonder if I'll ever meet Mr. Alice Lin, and if we'll have kind-hearted children and if my kids and alanna's kids will live in the same neighborhood and be best friends (or enemies). Wondering: Is it safe to have my brood at 50? Do I need to start doing morning stretches to keep the vitals elastic?

Fascinoma is meeting today. We are concretizing. Drawing timelines. Figuring out what exactly needs to happen to make an album that's been (in a way) many years in coming. Being in a band is a dramatic occupation. There's a lot of negotiating that goes on with all that intimate personality intersecting. It demands that you act mature when you feel like shooting turds in your diapers and it makes you have to be humble when you pride is trying to get all the attention and it makes you act like a Jerk-baby when you're pushing almost-thirty and supposed to be better than that, and it makes you realize a lot of people throw away beautiful things cuz they don't know how to work things out, BUT..

... if you really love something and you love the people you're working with and you're willing to blood sweat and tears it toward the thing that you all collectively want and if you master talking shit through and splice that talent with a little foresight and planning, there's a chance for survival and possibly even some excessive flourishing. I want fascinoma to excessively flourish in 2005.

What else? Much else. Kim gets back in a few days. She'll be tanner. I'll be chubbier. Eagle and Talon will commence it new year strategy to Not Waste Time. As with Fascinoma, recording's the order of the day. That and figuring how to reduce the number of guitars required for a live show. Mystifying really. But the girls will prevail.

So anyway, that's the reportage. Other upcoming renovations for the new year are in the works. Rumor is that Alice is going to get a little Protools on her computer so she can manipulate some of the voices in her head for a mike corwin style recording project. Quote me on that. Blogging will attempt to be more regular. A populist library is in the incubator.
Perspiration will reach record highs this year.

Everyone: please have a beautiful day this Day One of the new year. Spend some time talking to yourself; think about what you really want. Throw some kindness (in thoughts or $) toward all the folk dealing with the post-tsunami aftermath. Love your loved ones.

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