stuffy in the head, and unable to decide on anything nice to do, i thought i’d take a chance on this stream of the interweb, to spew a few thoughts forth, and see what happens.
why write? i ask myself. i’ve been trying to get myself writing for a bit now… on topics, in web form, somewhere out here on the nets, but not usually just for expressions sake. i find that i want to create some document that will draw people into the strange and esoteric worlds i’ve gotten into. my most recent attempt at writing quickly became more about the tools i was using to write and publish than it was about how i felt, what i thought, or what ideas i may have had. perhaps this inevitable when attempting to setup one’s own publishing framework. however, i think my obsession with media and technology has me constantly in a thought loop about what means/medium i use to say something. Marshall McLuhan insisted “the medium is the message.” So what is the message? And in this digital world, what exactly is the media? Dunno. I keep thinking about it though.
as i’ve been getting back into music, i find myself less inclined to pursue these intellectual trains. i’m more inclined to resort to more juvenile habits, entertaining myself while i wait for moments of inspiration to strike, allowing a few hours here and there to satisfy my desire for “progress” while the rest of my time is generally unedifying. too bad there isn’t more true idleness, i feel then i’d be doodling and daydreaming between inspirations rather than feeding my nervous system with some kind of electronic connection. word.