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This morning I leaned how to create ringtones out of .WAV files for my phone. The possibilites are now endless, well, at least in 10-second, 8 KHz chunks.
Spent most of day working on a new song. I’m finally getting around to using the MIDI editor in Cubase, so I’m editing the note information directly, which is faster and more accurate than re-recording on my controller.
Went to the grocery store today. There were no picketers there. I asked the checkout clerk whether the strike is over and she said yes. I hope that doesn’t mean that the lines are going to get longer.
When you think of the future, what do you see? I’ve been thinking pretty hard about this one lately. Ever since I moved to Los Angeles, I’ve always felt a general sense of optimism - that anything was possible, that things were happening, that you just had to do whatever it was you wanted to do, and you would end up where you wanted to go.
For the past month or so, I have to say I haven’t been feeling it at all. The most worrisome thing is, when thinking about the future, there isn’t one. I neither see myself doing the same things I’m doing now, nor do I see myself doing anything different. I just see…nothing.
Yesterday was the weirdest day. All day long, I felt paralyzed and trapped, like there was nothing to do, and nowhere to go. I spent a lot of time surfing the net, but not really reading anything, and occasionally getting up and pacing around my living room, but even getting up out of my chair seemed like a giant effort. Finally, all I could really think about was that I just wanted to do something so that the day would be over. I watched a movie on cable TV, and played some SOCOM, and then fell asleep watching TV again.
What are you going to leave behind when you are gone?
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I am leaving a comment behind when I am gone. Later.
I think that qualifies as the lamest comment ever written on any weblog.
I want people to remember all my efforts to aid the less fortunate. So, I plan to leave behind the stench of urine like so many homeless people have done in the parking structures of Santa Monica.
Okay, we have a new winner. Ding, ding, ding.
Hi JUNG! I think about this incessantly. I want to make a mark (not a urine one) and know that I made a difference during my time on earth. My problem is that I know what I want to do but sometimes I don’t know how to get there. I have been where you have been, in a void (boredom-itis). My perscription for the nothingness is two parts a) pick up the phone and make some plans (this will fill the nothingness for the short term) and b) think about the things that you are good at and look into it. I hear you are Music God. Well, good luck with the search and if you ever want to do something give me a call.