Fragments
I will be leaving for Kansas City on Saturday, which means post volume will inevitably drop. You may want to check back while I’m gone, but I can’t promise that there will be tons of new posts. We just got some really cool components for Garageband that will allow me to record directly from a studio mic or guitar (XLR and ΒΌ inch) to my hard drive, which means studio quality sound will now be possible for us. So, Infinite Regression can expect not only an influx of imagery but also more regular “noise” postings. Soon, IR will be the ultimate multi-media adventure. In the time since I posted this message, I managed to upload my first hashed-through recording from last night: Oh Come, Oh Come Emmanuel. I remembered several drinks that I...
Perfect Light
..I gave Britt a digital camera for Christmas (I gave it to her early so we could use it for the rest of the holiday season), so Infinite Regression undoubtedly will have more imagery in the future. I richly enjoy certain Christmas carols. Oh Come, Oh Come Emmanuel is one of my favorites and is indicative of the characteristic that I take the greatest pleasure in. The timbre of the song is darkly haunting, like an exquisite damask in the shadows, or a Rembrandt in a candle-lit room, and yet, like the Rembrandt it soars forward with joy and promise, the music strains with exuberance in its epic call to “rejoice.” Really, it is a reflection of life. The hope and desire for more, the shadowy melancholy that adds deeper meaning to the moments when the sun...
Drunk on Text
Books have a powerful sway over me. For one thing I generally believe and am influenced by the well-written good ones, so you may say that they exercise some control over my mind. Secondly, I also compulsively purchase used books. I have to have more books. You could say that my economics are in part textually oriented. (the good thing here is that I rarely buy new books, the covers are too colorful and you spent as much on a paperback as what you might spend on a nice used hardback in perfect condition). A lot of the words I use, whether writing or speaking, are in my mind because of books. My moods are even influenced by the atmospheres created by the texts I continually immerse myself in. There is one more area in my day to day life that books have inexorably...
Cabernet and Tempranillo
Last night was a good night. Warm pasta and spicy red wine followed by Christmas carols and more wine. I even got to read some Tolstoy; a better holiday evening may actually be impossible to be had! I must say that I am in good spirits. I’ve learned that a long monotonous day can be broken up quite nicely by an hour spent with gourmet coffee and a good book, so that is how my lunch breaks have been spent. The walk there freshens me with cold invigorating air, and I always return with a more vibrant imagination and a stimulated palate. What are other strategies to make a long day better? tags : wine , tolstoy , coffee , lunch break , imagination...
From Russia with Love
“Is this good or bad?” Pierre asked himself. “It is good for me, bad for another traveler, and for himself it’s unavoidable, because he needs money for food; the man said an officer had once given him a thrashing for letting a private traveler have the courier horses. But the officer thrashed him because he had to get on as quickly as possible. And I,” continued Pierre, “shot Dolokhov because I considered myself injured, and Louis XVI was executed because they considered him a criminal, and a year later they executed those who executed him–also for the same reason. What is bad? What is good? What should one love and what hate? What does one live for? And what am I? What is life, and what is death? What power...