Guileless days

Currently listening to: “Bankousu Yume Uta” by Diggy-Mo

Currently in: My hometown, Southwest Chicago, IL.

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“Friday, Jan. 7th, 2011,

Welcome two thousand and eleven,

I have graciously awaited the “restart button” you’ve promised me. After all the hard work over the past 3 years, I’ll admit to growing a little bit stronger and bitter at heart. But here’s to us and the grand adventure ahead… and to the great yume which will hopefully make my strides of patience all worthwhile.“

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I suppose everything must be right with the world at the moment if I’m carelessly tapping away on the keyboard like this and indulging in my favorite hobbies. I’m always hungry for a healthy, upbeat variety of artwork which only a late night jam session and mountains of digital photography can quell. Thanks to the wealth of information on the internet, some nights, I feel that I’ll never grow tired of my infinite search for something new and interesting. 

What’s so interesting about these hobbies? Hymnnn… that’s kind of a rough question. I suppose simultaneous mix of everything and nothing.

I apologize for taking a leaf out of Tao Te Ching, but this 7 word sentence neatly covers everything I envision. Don’t get me wrong, I could produce a drawn out explanation about the type of inspiration I draw from the base line’s grove, or how the distortion created by camera angles fascinate me… but -if only for tonight- I prefer to give the lightweight translation:  My hobbies are great, but I’ve become incredibly tired with the daily ritual of downloading, editing, and posting on websites.

I wish to get outside my 10×13 ft. box while I’m more than well able to and publish a couple of the stories along the way. My fieldwork project could very well turn into my next social experiment, so I’ve already been testing various aspects of it… like walking around with a little journal at college, so I can get into the flow of a solid writing rhythm. But aside from my usual antics, I figure a number of friends at home would enjoy it if I opened up some of the pages of the tiny black book and detail my journey to Sydney or life in the year of twin autumns.

And at the tone of 2:15 am, I’m finished with all my sloppy attempts at profound statements. I’ll write something less formal tone next time, but I’ll leave the English translation to the lyrics of Bankousu Yume Uta for your enjoyment. (And because it’s been replaying in my head all week.)

Until next time,

Scribbles

Bankousu Yume Uta // A Song of Roaring Dreams by Diggy-Mo

A glint in my glaring eyes flares up like the noise of breaking the harmony

They snuck in, those hearts unchanged from the days we dreamed in the garage

That’s right, there will never be a tomorrow that’s like today; I’m roaring with sensitivity

My singing heart plays this beat, certain proof that I’m alive 

What I gain, I lose; what I gain, I lose

Even on the nights I cried, alone, among these changing times

Everything is right here, everything; I should still

Be able to go on by myself 

A pure light comes through the dark night

My life is crying that these times will stay eternal

Look, you’re always reflected in the depths of my heart

Just keep embracing the truth you should protect

Yet there’s no reason for my trembling soul, ah-ahhhh.

It’s generally a lie when I say I have no regrets; I spit on the roadway

Accept it!  I just need to be that much stronger and waste my effort once more

Yeah, when I realize that I’m not clever enough to fool myself as I am

Right now I think, feel; and I certainly wouldn’t if there were an answer

Those I meet, I part with; those I meet, I connect with

The brilliance of the youth I’m cuddled up with, even on guileless days

Everything is right here; everything is beautiful

But I’m still fighting

Even if we’re swallowed by the raging ways of every repeating day

We’ll still be here, without waking up from the dream

The voices of my friends always reach meI have no choice but to keep going in the city wind,

As if shaking off loneliness; the way of life I believed in, ah 

While wandering,(I gain) the unchanging courage to keep changing things

And the strength to stay here without losing or changing anything

A pure light comes through the dark nightMy life is crying that these times are eternal

Look, you’re always reflected in the depths of my heart

Just embrace the truth you feel you should protect and go!

Even if we’re swallowed by the raging ways of every repeating day

We’ll still be here, without waking up from the dream

The voices of my friends always reach meI have no choice but to keep going in the city wind,

As if shaking off loneliness; the way of life I believed in, ah