Our Baby

Capree and I decided to take the plunge! We are having a....XBOX 360!!! Woo!

Oblivion and Call of Duty 4 here we come!

Thoreau

"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away." - Henry David Thoreau.

is-ˈkāp : to avoid a threatening evil

Reading:



The theme of escape has come up a few times in the last week or so, whether it is above mentioned book, No Country For Old Men, Bicycle Thieves, or many other examples in my life. I've been trying to make sense of the significance of escape and how my awareness of its meaning has heightened.

Escape has always seemed to me a negative trait. I perceive people do temporary and usually damaging things to escape from their stress and problems. Drugs, alcohol, sleeping around, etc. Escape is a cop out and its cruel irony only causes people to childishly further ensnare themselves.

While it is true that people often choose poorly when faced with the opportunity of escape (i.e. Llewelyn Moss in No Country taking the money), it sometimes isn't ultimately up to us. Fate or outside forces or whatever you want to call it keeps us
from having full control (see: Antonio Ricci in Bicycle Thieves). And that is scary and frustrating to know that no matter what you do or how you attempt to escape from something, there is a possibility that you will never escape.

So with all this media and personal experience laid before me, I'm writing this mostly to remind myself: I can't control everything that effects my outcome and life. It's not so much the placement and stature of life, but how it is lived.

The most admirable people live with honor and adhere to their code of ethics, regardless of the fire and damnation that befalls them. Their code may not seem the most logical at times, but it allows them to escape a threatening evil: themselves.

I can stop the monster.

Paints

Just got home from the paint store! We finally purchased some paints for our home. Grape green for one wall, half moon crest (a medium gray) for the main, base color, and decorators' white (a slight offwhite) for our alcoves.

Things will look great yet.



Now, if we could get our Twig light to be shipped... Hurry up USA custom-made light!

Gos

Also, I misspelled goes as well. So it gos.

Alot.

Apparently, I misspelled a lot. I do that alot.

9 to rinse and repeat

Now Playing: Bill Fay - Time Of The Last Persecution

The energy comes and gos.

I voted FOR the referendum. I felt that more choice for people has more potential. In the long run, there could be alot of wasted breath over the issue because of lack of volume. Teachers afraid of losing their jobs or thinking that the referendum is a vote of no confidence in regards to the public school system are also in the wrong. If anything, the best part of capitalism - competition - will help spur both of these systems to excellence. Public schools will be subsidized for any defectors from their schools anyway. The 24 children per teacher policies are stupid anyway, and I don't think NCLB is helping either.

Winter is coming and the sky turns gray. I think we'll make it this year. Conquering (and eventually painting) the new place. I'll find my way with music yet. Flirting with the idea of making a music profile page on MySpace. I need 1 or 2 more tracks to be finished....if only I had the time or energy to do it right now. I would rather work on a mix for that house party I promised a while ago.

Capree and I have been absolutely captivated with Weeds. We've watched 3 years of television in a two week span. There is something about the jacked up suburban family being portrayed in such a biting, satirical, and yet light-hearted way. Mary-Louise Parker and Kevin Nealon pretty much carry the show.

I need to set goals and follow them through. Life can pass me by way too easily now that I'm done with school and working my mind off.

Rio De Stark Reality

an empty sea of dormant rabies; made like a forged saber; veins open to suggestion; the curl of an oil spine; shaped noise glitches; eating only protein; the wait of the game; advantage of shock; moved to descent; deconstructive anti-war semi criticism; time goes to waste; waiting to shine through.

dusted music anthologies; eating the media trunk; yet eaten by nostalgia; auto-brooding over the sun of the past; surrounded by air; kneaded carbon screams waste; blood takes away the sustain; never to be safe;

the anti-call...

the hot air of thoughts; the stationary actions; reissued in a plastic bag; the same continuous groove; tricked investigative reporting; have nothing-good special moments; the thoughts of rising ash; the filling of social rooms;

the hard-pressed flat cushion; ubiquitous overbearing of doubt; unkindled theories; the amok of questions; a echo chamber leaf in reverse; delayed vibrato; ebb-and-noise; the the the the;

the anti-call...

Iraq: The Twilight Zone

I wonder what circumstances changed from 1994 to 2003.

Fall Update

Listening to Ricardo Villalobos - Fabric 36

"You call your music minimal, but it I call it simple. Push the button!"

(Written like family updates at Christmas time....with sarcasm)

Dear INSERT YOUR NAME HERE,

I hope you are well! Things have been so busy and hectic around the Kimball household! I can barely even keep up with myself. Between graduating and moving into a new home, I have no time for anything on my TODO list. As fall begins to grace us with its wonderful crisp air, I feel it is time to reflect back on the year 2007.

Upon graduation, Cappress and myself began our search for a new home. Do we look in Sandy or Draper? What about West Jordan? Lehi? We just didn't know. After the great help of Joe, we found a townhome we liked in Lehi. A few papers signed later and deadlines being moved up, we moved in on my birthday. There were some kinks along the way, but we got them worked out.

A few days after our move, we went to Comic Con with our friends Peter and Will. A few stormtroopers and drag queens later, we found ourselves talking to some artistic inspirations - Brian Azzarello (100 Bullets Author) and Brian Wood (DMZ Author). Fantagraphics had many books that I had never seen before, and they were definitely my favorite booth (albeit a simple one). We went to some different panels like the WB fall movie preview, Futurama, Vertigo Comics, Battlestar Galatica, Joss Whedon, Gays In Comics, and Sarah Silverman. The Sarah Silverman Program cast was hilarious and made humor of the terrible questions asked by show attendees during the Q&A. I got to ask Mr. Brian Posehn about his experiences with TaB, and luckily, they didn't make fun of me.

After returning home, we found ourselves becoming accustomed to our new life in the home. Caprice had recently got a job at Saans Photography, and was driving to South Salt Lake, while I have retained my job at Cluster Resources in South Provo.

Through her connection at the studio, Capri has her first gallery show up at their gallery location on 300 South. At her artist reception, many family and friends showed up. See my previous blog post about it.

The rest of August was spent furnishing our home and getting ideas for future projects with the home. Thanks to the personal direction of Ikea and the wonderful whirlwind with gift card companies via Modern Materials, we were able to get most of our downstairs furnished. Painting and replacing the flooring remains....

Other festivities include paying for random things that aren't enjoyable. Both Capper's car and mine started having problems at the same time and I recently chipped my tooth playing basketball. We pushed through and hopefully are done for now.

Mike and Chenele (of Dixon fame), opened their Twin Falls home to our motley crew. A rodeo and caffeine addiction later, we Wii-ed ourselves back home to usher in the fall.

We hope happiness and health find you during this fall season.

With love,
The Boy Wonder and Captain Capreece

Sunday Music Recommendation: Porn Sword Tobacco

Sunday is a lazy day for me. In order to gift wrap my laziness, I listen to appropriate music. Something that I keep finding myself coming back to is Porn Sword Tobacco.



Porn Sword Tobacco is a guy from Gothenburg named Henrik Jonsson. His music sounds like music from lost 1970s movie soundtracks, or a lost memory, or something cliché like that. His sound isn't simply melodies played on synthesizers - he really makes things interesting with the noise that he places through each track. Whether he uses the sound of a record that has finished, tape hiss, or the motor from some unknown machine, each sound complements the sound of nostalgia bursting through a broken radio in slow motion.

Some links to preview his tracks:

U.S. Saloon Props
En Hyllning Till Cyckeln

Guns and Ammunition

Beware: Orem Police

Crazy News Article

Moving Through The Void

Now listening to Listening Garden by Christopher Willits and Taylor Deupree. I love installation recordings like this for their simplicity of intent. Further information about it can be found here.

Capree's show went off without a hitch. Preparations for the event pushed all the way up to when the reception began, but kudos to everyone for their great work to make the gallery's artist reception a success.

Being Capree's first show, it seemed to generate quite an interest. Many people from family and friends showed up (thanks everyone!) to complete strangers keeping a look out for new artists during the gallery stroll. It was rewarding to hear the positive support given to Capree as the road to get from conception to being placed in a gallery was not an easy task. If I recall, the black and white photos were shot late 2006/early 2007, and I remember speaking with Capree about the Seven Deadly Sins shoot a year or so ago. Through changing implementations of the basic concept, she was able to create something really quite beautiful.

For my own personal enjoyment, I saw many people lost to my nostalgia in the flesh who, along with myself, have found our paths crossing yet again. It's a beautiful experience when it occurs, and I never want to take it for granted. For those I spent time with, thank you.

For those who couldn't be there, you were missed. There are a list of people that I have in mind that I would love to see again soon if busy schedules would allow it. Mostly congratulations and also a few grievances are in order to those missed. I would love to see you soon.

As I attempt to juggle and fill in the various voids of life, I hope to be able to have people into my home once we have things somewhat in order. Expect an invite!

Dusty Groove

Continuing along the line of recommendations, here is a record store/record label that everyone needs to check out once: Dusty Groove

They pretty much have the rare soul/funk/r&b thing pegged down. They just started a record label branch for stuff that was sadly out of print. Anyway, have a look around...

To Lick Old Wounds

The sediment that has been sifted is left to drift and settle where it pleases. Or so it seems for now. The world has gone to seed waiting for the Fall's imminent daily slumber post-career. Asphalt and flashing lights; the Solo weary from tasks only each can bear itself. Ashen eyelids show neglect and hide the waning resolve of dreams found in Venice or Cairo.

The pulsating hum of useless inventions keeps the Modern modest. And yet, rarely has rhythm been locked in step with man so well. Gapless - not one - snapshots of durable minutes keeping the Strings taught. Vibrating with fear and worry and doubt. Stone washed moments tried and true. The United States of Americans have never gone so suddenly still.

It burns.

Flavor Paper

Being a culture mutt, I like to channel other peoples' passion into some sort of recommendation. Here we are: Flavor Paper

Scratch and sniff wallpapers, funky designs, and installations to inspire your new home.

Artistic Binary

Every once and while, a Japanese game studio comes along with a really neat idea.
Behold:



In case you can't tell what is going on in that video, I'll explain. You are a mannequin-like person that travels around MC. Esher landscapes collecting flaming orbs. In order to get across the many pitfalls, the camera must be rotated such that the optical illusion of the area will open up holes, fill gaps, make stairs, etc. It is quite possibly one of the greatest game idea I've ever seen.

Welcome to Cardboard City

In a desperate attempt to reignite my social life, I've given myself to flightful fancies. This, of course, comes at a time of relative change. A change that may or may not be drastic to others, but significant enough to send those crazy chicken prophet teachings through my head. I embrace the change, but my genetic makeup keeps me from completing The Letting Go. I find ways to manage it in a healthy manner, but it manages to inconvienence me during stressful times.

I keep running into old acquaintances in odd places. For example, I saw someone in the ice cream aisle. I saw my freshman roommate at the gym. As I type this, I realize it is no large feat as Provo is not the largest place nor does it claim many diverse places to see someone socially. Especially in the summer.

In addition to this physical location change, work is throwing many new experiences and challenges my way. My coworkers are a joy to work with, and I feel somehow indebted to almost each one of them for the great atmosphere that allows me to me. With the minor exception, they are more brilliant, more sincere, and more loyal people than I can muster in my angry early 20s.

My musical education continues down unexpected avenues as I find myself into quite an Internet seeker. I've taken it to the near most extreme edge of the definition of a hobby as it is the most intriguing cultural experience to me. Where else can I gain an appreciation for a group of 5 Japanese hippies that I would know no other way? Or perhaps the group of Brazilian revolutionaries who would hide their politics of the 1960s through thinly veiled romantic metaphors? Never before my love affair with music (don't tell the wife) would I gain such a positive and enriching view towards this all-too-easy-to-pin-ugly-on society? While the act of record collecting and musical exploration can often be a insulated, ego-driven activity, I hope to be able to use my own experience to bring the light to people's eyes when they hear something I play that they never they were born to love.

I will continue to make mixes and hone my skills that way, but I hope composition continues to treat me well. I've written 2 or 3 tracks I could proudly put my name to. I don't know what I want to do with them. I need to come up with a plan of where I want my music to go (i.e. publicly through record labels, intimately through close friends, or safely on my shelf only to be heard by Capree and myself).

Godspeed, discipline! I'm better for it. And Blogger is getting tired of my attempts to reignite my sad weBlogs to publically make my thoughts known (est. 2001).