Music: 311 - Getting Through To Her - Don't Tread On Me
Mood: Creative
I got a brainwave for a film this afternoon, and took a brief break from LSATs to start storyboarding a series of temporary scenes. I don't want to divulge too much right now, but I am going to start working on it some more, after Saturday. Don't know if I should film it in London or in LA. Perhaps both...
Back to the books.
Pensieve would make it much easier to remember how the logical games are done.
Practice makes perfect.
P&L
Devin.
Mood: Creative
I got a brainwave for a film this afternoon, and took a brief break from LSATs to start storyboarding a series of temporary scenes. I don't want to divulge too much right now, but I am going to start working on it some more, after Saturday. Don't know if I should film it in London or in LA. Perhaps both...
Back to the books.
Pensieve would make it much easier to remember how the logical games are done.
Practice makes perfect.
P&L
Devin.
Music: Bloc Party - Like Eating Glass - Silent Alarm
Mood: Splendid
Mondays are, generally speaking, a return to form. I cast off the visage of weekend splendor, and wind up back in the books, like clockwork. However, all is not lost, as I finally have some multimedia to share.
This past weekend, the original members of Prime (it's so conceited to say it as such, but yet tis true) 'reunited' for some really casual acoustic covers, which were subsequently filmed and put on google video. The goodies can be found at the link below. Bear in mind, none of these were edited in any which way, and are as raw and original as a cover should be.
Prime Covers
Have a good week, as I will be pretty much missing in action, with the LSAT once again on Saturday. Shooting for a 170 this time, and I think I have a shot in the dark, but one that I must try for in any case.
Peace and Love.
D
Mood: Splendid
Mondays are, generally speaking, a return to form. I cast off the visage of weekend splendor, and wind up back in the books, like clockwork. However, all is not lost, as I finally have some multimedia to share.
This past weekend, the original members of Prime (it's so conceited to say it as such, but yet tis true) 'reunited' for some really casual acoustic covers, which were subsequently filmed and put on google video. The goodies can be found at the link below. Bear in mind, none of these were edited in any which way, and are as raw and original as a cover should be.
Prime Covers
Have a good week, as I will be pretty much missing in action, with the LSAT once again on Saturday. Shooting for a 170 this time, and I think I have a shot in the dark, but one that I must try for in any case.
Peace and Love.
D
Music: 311 - Solar Flare - Don't Tread On Me
Mood: Inspired
I'm comfortable. I may not always be ecstatic with where I am or with how things are, but I feel like I'm mature enough to feel sensible emotions about everything that transpires. Rather than trapse the spectrum for oblique and extreme feelings that really are too dramatic for my own good, I want to make this as clear as possible.
I am no longer let down by my insecurities. I do not worry about things that just won't come to fruition. I spend more of my time involved with projects and tasks that actually will impact my future directly. I refuse to waste any more time believing that there are things in this world that I cannot achieve, so long as I am willing to dedicate myself entirely to the project at hand.
Happiness is just a state of mind. Lately, I have found myself feeling really exuberant. This is primarily because I can finally see a path ahead that will lead to a future that I am comfortable with, and that I am ready to approach. I do not want to be considered inferior or unworthy of accolades, because I believe that I will succeed.
Although I must admit that there have been days when I just have not had the drive in me to persevere. These are usually what I consider 'relapses', where I let my mind wander into the past, and I spend my time harping on things that once were, people, places, memories, bittersweet or friendly. Doing this, however, is trite and inefficent. Feelings are malleable, and I am determined to make my days into satisfactory exercises in restraint and joy.
Doing what you want is important, so long as it does not directly interfere with the people around you. For a long time, I battled this notion with as much vigor as a flight attendant on two cups of black coffee. No more. I do not attempt to bend the rules, or fight the plan. I am willing, and have made, many great sacrifices that I know will be utimatley for the best.
Though I may wonder aloud what I could have if I hadn't made mistakes, I am resolved to what I have with my life, today. Everything that I have done, the good and the bad, has brought me to this very point, where I sit typing these sentences. With as much as I have experienced, I feel as though I am wise beyond my 20 years. This may not be blatantly visible, but I feel it in my core.
I absolutley believe that I have evolved in the past year by leaps and bounds. I am no longer the bitter, resentful person that I was. Instead, I am comfortable with everyone and everything. You couldn't possibly understand how good it feels to, finally, get it. That blurry feeling I've been chasing since as far back as I can remember, is within reach. But still, there's more room to grow.
Time has come for me to make another choice. The decision to continue living in the shadows of my past, or bursting out and carving a new path, free and clear of emotional restraints. I wonder what I will be writing a year from now on this blog. Perhaps something about a unique case I am reading, or, a conversation with one of my peers. Perhaps something greater than that?
But you know, the world at large is full of infinite opportunities. And it seems like I am, finally, prepared for the journey ahead.
Mood: Inspired
I'm comfortable. I may not always be ecstatic with where I am or with how things are, but I feel like I'm mature enough to feel sensible emotions about everything that transpires. Rather than trapse the spectrum for oblique and extreme feelings that really are too dramatic for my own good, I want to make this as clear as possible.
I am no longer let down by my insecurities. I do not worry about things that just won't come to fruition. I spend more of my time involved with projects and tasks that actually will impact my future directly. I refuse to waste any more time believing that there are things in this world that I cannot achieve, so long as I am willing to dedicate myself entirely to the project at hand.
Happiness is just a state of mind. Lately, I have found myself feeling really exuberant. This is primarily because I can finally see a path ahead that will lead to a future that I am comfortable with, and that I am ready to approach. I do not want to be considered inferior or unworthy of accolades, because I believe that I will succeed.
Although I must admit that there have been days when I just have not had the drive in me to persevere. These are usually what I consider 'relapses', where I let my mind wander into the past, and I spend my time harping on things that once were, people, places, memories, bittersweet or friendly. Doing this, however, is trite and inefficent. Feelings are malleable, and I am determined to make my days into satisfactory exercises in restraint and joy.
Doing what you want is important, so long as it does not directly interfere with the people around you. For a long time, I battled this notion with as much vigor as a flight attendant on two cups of black coffee. No more. I do not attempt to bend the rules, or fight the plan. I am willing, and have made, many great sacrifices that I know will be utimatley for the best.
Though I may wonder aloud what I could have if I hadn't made mistakes, I am resolved to what I have with my life, today. Everything that I have done, the good and the bad, has brought me to this very point, where I sit typing these sentences. With as much as I have experienced, I feel as though I am wise beyond my 20 years. This may not be blatantly visible, but I feel it in my core.
I absolutley believe that I have evolved in the past year by leaps and bounds. I am no longer the bitter, resentful person that I was. Instead, I am comfortable with everyone and everything. You couldn't possibly understand how good it feels to, finally, get it. That blurry feeling I've been chasing since as far back as I can remember, is within reach. But still, there's more room to grow.
Time has come for me to make another choice. The decision to continue living in the shadows of my past, or bursting out and carving a new path, free and clear of emotional restraints. I wonder what I will be writing a year from now on this blog. Perhaps something about a unique case I am reading, or, a conversation with one of my peers. Perhaps something greater than that?
But you know, the world at large is full of infinite opportunities. And it seems like I am, finally, prepared for the journey ahead.
Music: The Shins - Kissing the Lipless - Chutes Too Narrow
Mood: Awake
We saw the midnight premire of the Goblet of Fire last night, which, in my honest opinion, was excellent. Aside from the tweener audience, the movie was very good, all things considered. They had to cut a ton of scenes from it just to make it fit the two and a half hour time constraint, but otherwise, it was the best Harry Potter movie to date; really dark and sinister, yet funnier than the first three.
I give it an 8.5.
Mood: Awake
We saw the midnight premire of the Goblet of Fire last night, which, in my honest opinion, was excellent. Aside from the tweener audience, the movie was very good, all things considered. They had to cut a ton of scenes from it just to make it fit the two and a half hour time constraint, but otherwise, it was the best Harry Potter movie to date; really dark and sinister, yet funnier than the first three.
I give it an 8.5.
Music: Ben Harper - When She Believes - Diamonds on the Inside
Mood: Waiting for it to be so
I hate the winter.
Well, I don't actually hate it, as much as it makes me feel icky and depressed. Every song I've written for the past three weeks have been drop-d, minor key chord ballands and finger-picking laments.
Next week, we shall gather round the turkey and give thanks for what has been the most bizzare of years in recent memory. Character growth aside, so much has changed around us all, its a different game today than it was 11 months ago.
Understand that in a perfect situation, we would all be smiling. But we're not, and we won't, because of this 'pride' we carry on our sleeves. But we're resigned to making it work, regardless of who gets hurt in the process. I guess that's just the way things were meant to be. I don't know.
I want to know what it's like to have nothing to worry about.
Since as far back as I can remember, there has always been something on my mind, in the back, or nagging at me for some reason. What's it like to just wake up and not have any obligations, to yourself or otherwise. That would be amazing, no?
Are you happy for a miracle?
The reviews will return in time. I have much on my mind these days. It's not easy to find the resolve to write reviews when, frankly, they don't matter, and school is of the utmost importance. But, I will find time to do it.
We're going to the midnight show of Goblet of Fire tomorrow. I think it'll be a good movie. At least I hope so. The books were pretty cool. Audiobooks, that is.
It's the fear of uncertainty that drives us crazy. Not the tangible, but the intangible.
These lines of thought are completley useless, but I think they have some great point. Whether or not its visible is debatable. But I do this in spite of myself, because I believe that everything has a purpose.
What's your purpose?
Mood: Waiting for it to be so
I hate the winter.
Well, I don't actually hate it, as much as it makes me feel icky and depressed. Every song I've written for the past three weeks have been drop-d, minor key chord ballands and finger-picking laments.
Next week, we shall gather round the turkey and give thanks for what has been the most bizzare of years in recent memory. Character growth aside, so much has changed around us all, its a different game today than it was 11 months ago.
Understand that in a perfect situation, we would all be smiling. But we're not, and we won't, because of this 'pride' we carry on our sleeves. But we're resigned to making it work, regardless of who gets hurt in the process. I guess that's just the way things were meant to be. I don't know.
I want to know what it's like to have nothing to worry about.
Since as far back as I can remember, there has always been something on my mind, in the back, or nagging at me for some reason. What's it like to just wake up and not have any obligations, to yourself or otherwise. That would be amazing, no?
Are you happy for a miracle?
The reviews will return in time. I have much on my mind these days. It's not easy to find the resolve to write reviews when, frankly, they don't matter, and school is of the utmost importance. But, I will find time to do it.
We're going to the midnight show of Goblet of Fire tomorrow. I think it'll be a good movie. At least I hope so. The books were pretty cool. Audiobooks, that is.
It's the fear of uncertainty that drives us crazy. Not the tangible, but the intangible.
These lines of thought are completley useless, but I think they have some great point. Whether or not its visible is debatable. But I do this in spite of myself, because I believe that everything has a purpose.
What's your purpose?
Music: Catln Emig - FC Kahuna - Layer Cake OST/Back to Life
Mood: Urban
I think it's a fair to assume that if you're 15 or above, you've had 'the dream', which is basically a surreal experience that many people relate to acid trips and drug induced comas for their visceral appeal and downright realism. 'The dream' is pretty much any of the dreams you've had that felt so real while you were in 'it' that you woke up either relieved that it was fiction, or really dissapointed that it was, in fact, fiction. But you have to really stress the meaning of the term 'real' in this context (although I suppose the whole thing is rather subjective, still...) because its too easy to assume and assert that all of your dreams are 'real' because you're that damn special. No, this is not my point. Here, is what I am striving to say:
The other night, I had one of these 'dreams', which for me, being a deep-sleeper and all that jazz, doesn't really happen as much as it used to do. I dreamt that I was sitting in my backyard, playing the guitar, writing a song (which is all real and has happened recently...) when I heard a plane flying overhead. So I looked up into the cloudy sky and could not identify where the plane was, that is until is spiraled from the sky and into the hill across from my backyard. The explosion, the fire, the screams, the noise, the panic, the shrapnel, and the fear were tangible in this dream. I could smell the gasoline burning, and I could see pieces of the fuselage in my yard. It was too intense for comprehension. But rather than just wake up and forget about it, I stayed in this dream for the duration of six months of time, which gave me perspective to go from the crash to the rehabilitation of several strangers who were rescued from the crash and lived in my home. Weird, nay?
---
Some people are just really fucking cool. I mean that. It's no joke. There are guys (and girls) that you've met in your life, that are just so suave and classy, that it's really unfair to the rest of us. These select individuals do everything that the rest of us do, but when they do it, they make it look easy and fun. For instance, when you walk, you probably do what the rest of the world does, walk. But these infamous people do not walk like mere mortals. Nay. They glide in whatever direction they set out. They carry their shoulders broad and high into the sky, and gracefully smile and exchange words with others as they move towards whatever they seek. Or how about carrying a book in your hands. When you walk around with a book, you don't think to turn it so that the cover stands on the outside (if you do, then you are waaaaay too vain for your own good). But these people, not only have the book cover on display, but set it up all-too-casually, that you would have never known. These select individials are blessed with the uncanny ability to manipulate our perception of what is to be considered cool, or otherwise lame. In a larger sense, these elite men and women are the trendsetters of this pop-culture global intellegensia we have come to call a society. They make the rules, set the boundaries, and dole out the pieces. We just make sure to stay inside the walls.
Mood: Urban
I think it's a fair to assume that if you're 15 or above, you've had 'the dream', which is basically a surreal experience that many people relate to acid trips and drug induced comas for their visceral appeal and downright realism. 'The dream' is pretty much any of the dreams you've had that felt so real while you were in 'it' that you woke up either relieved that it was fiction, or really dissapointed that it was, in fact, fiction. But you have to really stress the meaning of the term 'real' in this context (although I suppose the whole thing is rather subjective, still...) because its too easy to assume and assert that all of your dreams are 'real' because you're that damn special. No, this is not my point. Here, is what I am striving to say:
The other night, I had one of these 'dreams', which for me, being a deep-sleeper and all that jazz, doesn't really happen as much as it used to do. I dreamt that I was sitting in my backyard, playing the guitar, writing a song (which is all real and has happened recently...) when I heard a plane flying overhead. So I looked up into the cloudy sky and could not identify where the plane was, that is until is spiraled from the sky and into the hill across from my backyard. The explosion, the fire, the screams, the noise, the panic, the shrapnel, and the fear were tangible in this dream. I could smell the gasoline burning, and I could see pieces of the fuselage in my yard. It was too intense for comprehension. But rather than just wake up and forget about it, I stayed in this dream for the duration of six months of time, which gave me perspective to go from the crash to the rehabilitation of several strangers who were rescued from the crash and lived in my home. Weird, nay?
---
Some people are just really fucking cool. I mean that. It's no joke. There are guys (and girls) that you've met in your life, that are just so suave and classy, that it's really unfair to the rest of us. These select individuals do everything that the rest of us do, but when they do it, they make it look easy and fun. For instance, when you walk, you probably do what the rest of the world does, walk. But these infamous people do not walk like mere mortals. Nay. They glide in whatever direction they set out. They carry their shoulders broad and high into the sky, and gracefully smile and exchange words with others as they move towards whatever they seek. Or how about carrying a book in your hands. When you walk around with a book, you don't think to turn it so that the cover stands on the outside (if you do, then you are waaaaay too vain for your own good). But these people, not only have the book cover on display, but set it up all-too-casually, that you would have never known. These select individials are blessed with the uncanny ability to manipulate our perception of what is to be considered cool, or otherwise lame. In a larger sense, these elite men and women are the trendsetters of this pop-culture global intellegensia we have come to call a society. They make the rules, set the boundaries, and dole out the pieces. We just make sure to stay inside the walls.
The Longest Shadows Ever Cast
5 Comments Published by Devin on Tuesday, November 08, 2005 at 2:54 PM.
Music: Death Cab For Cutie - Different Names For the Same Thing - Plans
Mood: Sore Throat
Today, I was reminiscing about all the bizzare people that I've met in my life at various academic programs and summer school sessions, so I thought it would be fun to look some of them up and see where they are now in their lives. I started with the fools I knew from Cambridge, where I found a bunch of random information about various people thanks to the stalkers that built thefacebook. First, I found Adi Shankar, that very interesting character who was pretty much the only person I socialzed with during my time there. He's at Northwestern now, I presume majoring in Journalism or something of the sort. Then I looked up Gavin Pherson, who's at Sarah Lawrence and working at some eco-friend vegetable farm in Malibu during the summer. I couldn't remember the names of everyone else, but I can vividly recall faces to the forefront of my mind...
So, I moved on to Harvard, where I quickly located the likes of my three roomates, one of which is studying in England, one in New Hampshire, and one of them is at MIT. No real suprises, everything was moving smoothly along, until I decided to see what my dear friends from Brown were up to. Let's just say, I was quickly awakened to the reality that is my life. One of them is currently in China working and studying at a University, one at Cornell writing a book, one at Yale working in the English department as a TA, one at USC on the verge of graduating with a 4.0 GPA. But then the clincher came. One of them, as in the one person I was closest to while I was there, is married, with a newborn child, in med school, and owns a company. How the hell does that much shit happen in the span of four years? I really am having a hard time putting my brain around it, but I guess that's just how the world is.
But it did get me thinking, what the hell am I doing with my life? I'm 20 now, but in four years, will I have done any of the things they have? Law school takes three years, that puts me at 23 when I'm done. What will that leave me with for options? Will I have started a business, or recorded an album, or written that book? What about that movie I so desperatley want to start/finish. All these things I want to do while I'm young, and yet I find excuses everyday to neglect them. Apathy really is a crime.
Mood: Sore Throat
Today, I was reminiscing about all the bizzare people that I've met in my life at various academic programs and summer school sessions, so I thought it would be fun to look some of them up and see where they are now in their lives. I started with the fools I knew from Cambridge, where I found a bunch of random information about various people thanks to the stalkers that built thefacebook. First, I found Adi Shankar, that very interesting character who was pretty much the only person I socialzed with during my time there. He's at Northwestern now, I presume majoring in Journalism or something of the sort. Then I looked up Gavin Pherson, who's at Sarah Lawrence and working at some eco-friend vegetable farm in Malibu during the summer. I couldn't remember the names of everyone else, but I can vividly recall faces to the forefront of my mind...
So, I moved on to Harvard, where I quickly located the likes of my three roomates, one of which is studying in England, one in New Hampshire, and one of them is at MIT. No real suprises, everything was moving smoothly along, until I decided to see what my dear friends from Brown were up to. Let's just say, I was quickly awakened to the reality that is my life. One of them is currently in China working and studying at a University, one at Cornell writing a book, one at Yale working in the English department as a TA, one at USC on the verge of graduating with a 4.0 GPA. But then the clincher came. One of them, as in the one person I was closest to while I was there, is married, with a newborn child, in med school, and owns a company. How the hell does that much shit happen in the span of four years? I really am having a hard time putting my brain around it, but I guess that's just how the world is.
But it did get me thinking, what the hell am I doing with my life? I'm 20 now, but in four years, will I have done any of the things they have? Law school takes three years, that puts me at 23 when I'm done. What will that leave me with for options? Will I have started a business, or recorded an album, or written that book? What about that movie I so desperatley want to start/finish. All these things I want to do while I'm young, and yet I find excuses everyday to neglect them. Apathy really is a crime.
Your Fiction Is Better Than My Truth
1 Comments Published by Devin on Tuesday, November 01, 2005 at 2:26 PM.
Music: Red Hot Chili Peppers - This Velvet Glove - Californication
Mood: Pensive
Close to my skin
I'm falling in
Someone who's been
Sittin' by the phone
I'm left alone
In another zone
John says to live above hell
My will is well
No one is waiting
For me to fail
My will could sail yeah
It's such a waste to be wasted
In the first place
I want to taste the taste of
Being face to face with common grace
To meditate on the warmest dream
And when I walk alone I listen
To our secret theme
Your solar eyes are like
Nothing I have ever seen
Somebody close
That can see right through
I'd take a fall and you know
That I'd do anything
I will for you
Sailin' for the sun
'Cause there is one
Knows where I'm from
I care for you
I really do I really do
Come closer now
So you can lie
Right by my side
Sit alone in the sun
I wrote a letter to you
Getting over myself
Your solar eyes are like
Nothing I have ever seen
Somebody close
That can see right through
I'd take a fall and you know
That I'd do anything
I waited for you
Close to my skin
Someone who's been
I'm a falling in
Disasters are
Just another star
Falling in my yard
John says to live above hell
My will is well
Long to be with
Someone to tell
I love your smell
Mood: Pensive
Close to my skin
I'm falling in
Someone who's been
Sittin' by the phone
I'm left alone
In another zone
John says to live above hell
My will is well
No one is waiting
For me to fail
My will could sail yeah
It's such a waste to be wasted
In the first place
I want to taste the taste of
Being face to face with common grace
To meditate on the warmest dream
And when I walk alone I listen
To our secret theme
Your solar eyes are like
Nothing I have ever seen
Somebody close
That can see right through
I'd take a fall and you know
That I'd do anything
I will for you
Sailin' for the sun
'Cause there is one
Knows where I'm from
I care for you
I really do I really do
Come closer now
So you can lie
Right by my side
Sit alone in the sun
I wrote a letter to you
Getting over myself
Your solar eyes are like
Nothing I have ever seen
Somebody close
That can see right through
I'd take a fall and you know
That I'd do anything
I waited for you
Close to my skin
Someone who's been
I'm a falling in
Disasters are
Just another star
Falling in my yard
John says to live above hell
My will is well
Long to be with
Someone to tell
I love your smell
