i think i've become too healthy for my own good.. physically, at least.
i've cut drugs out of my life, drastically changed my diet, and now, all i'm left with is fresh produce and the black crack (which i can't even afford, so i've been laying off.) stanley's market is the shit. i'm all about top knotch organic vegetables that cost less than the nasty pesticide/steroid-pumped vegetables from jewel.. i've recently become addicted to brussell sprouts; they're pretty gangster once they're steamed and mushy. i've been cooking (not just out of a box) a lot more; it's really fun and gratifying... i'd never realized that.
on the productive tip, i've been kinda slow... well, at least i've realized what path i'm going down. i'm standing at the beginning of a loooong fucking road. i'm kinda overwhelmed, but the more i move forward, the more i forget about it.
i need to learn how to design a website for myself. i bought a couple books today, i'm going to start reading them and formulating ideas for what i'm trying to do. i still need software, but i think i've got that taken care of.
i've started having really bizarre dreams again lately, although i've not been recording them. i shoulld start doing that. i remember 2 of the dreams i had last night vaguely; in one, i'd moved in with a 'stranger', although he wasn't really a stranger... he was this guy from here that i used to talk to a lot. the thing was, he thought he didn't know me. after we were hanging out in our apartment, i realized that he really dug me even tho he hadn't a clue who i was.. it made me feel good, however; i remember him kissing my hand at one point. awww. it was all very strange... i thought if he knew who i was, he wouldn't like me anymore. thus, he remained ignorant while i held all the knowledge. and i clung tightly, not permitting him even a single drop.
the tidbit of the other dream that i remember was even more bizarre... the grocery store was the place to be. for some reason, some sort of exercise class was in order, and we were all using the conveyor belts in the check out lanes as matts... uhhh, don't ask, i couldn't tell you. i remember talking to the girl next to me, but i have no clue what we were talking about. i could've told you this morning; i should've written it down.
i've cut drugs out of my life, drastically changed my diet, and now, all i'm left with is fresh produce and the black crack (which i can't even afford, so i've been laying off.) stanley's market is the shit. i'm all about top knotch organic vegetables that cost less than the nasty pesticide/steroid-pumped vegetables from jewel.. i've recently become addicted to brussell sprouts; they're pretty gangster once they're steamed and mushy. i've been cooking (not just out of a box) a lot more; it's really fun and gratifying... i'd never realized that.
on the productive tip, i've been kinda slow... well, at least i've realized what path i'm going down. i'm standing at the beginning of a loooong fucking road. i'm kinda overwhelmed, but the more i move forward, the more i forget about it.
i need to learn how to design a website for myself. i bought a couple books today, i'm going to start reading them and formulating ideas for what i'm trying to do. i still need software, but i think i've got that taken care of.
i've started having really bizarre dreams again lately, although i've not been recording them. i shoulld start doing that. i remember 2 of the dreams i had last night vaguely; in one, i'd moved in with a 'stranger', although he wasn't really a stranger... he was this guy from here that i used to talk to a lot. the thing was, he thought he didn't know me. after we were hanging out in our apartment, i realized that he really dug me even tho he hadn't a clue who i was.. it made me feel good, however; i remember him kissing my hand at one point. awww. it was all very strange... i thought if he knew who i was, he wouldn't like me anymore. thus, he remained ignorant while i held all the knowledge. and i clung tightly, not permitting him even a single drop.
the tidbit of the other dream that i remember was even more bizarre... the grocery store was the place to be. for some reason, some sort of exercise class was in order, and we were all using the conveyor belts in the check out lanes as matts... uhhh, don't ask, i couldn't tell you. i remember talking to the girl next to me, but i have no clue what we were talking about. i could've told you this morning; i should've written it down.
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health and productivity?
mikehunt's 12 step program
hey, that's where i live ! :-)
i wanted to come back to you about the compression thing: sometimes, make that most of the times, songs are compared to others and sonically speaking they have to go thru as amuch as the others do....then it's not a question of how good a song is, but how loud it is compared to the others...you're spinning records, you know how annoying it is when you have a great song and it just lacks VOLUME. :-)
i'm happy with the album, altho all songs aren't great on it, there is a couple of fillers, but i had questions about the last stage, the compression. Now, it's fixed. got to go to another project ! :-)
come on, don't be shy, tell me more about your music ! :-)
jimmyjoe snark III