A pause- and then some Art

It's strange to be out of email contact with the rest of the world for even three days. Whitman's server has been down since Sunday night for me, I guess, and so I've got nothing but radio silence from the West. My link has been severed! Well, I guess I have gmail, but I don't really use that address, so all I've got there are a few old emails about student loans. Which are pretty funny. Makes you appreciate the internet a little, I suppose. It all seems so solid, but I guess it is fragile. Hundreds of millions of people linked by fiber-optics and binary code, putting their lives into ciphers of ones and zeroes and entrusting that they'll be retranslated into alphanumerics once they've reached the other end of the instantaneous digital pulse that is the send button. Everyday we pack a little bit of our selves into invisible streams of electrons and send them streaming out into the infinite, mutable, and (to me) entirely incomprehensible internet, wrapping up our lives in words and shipping them out in little inscrutable packages that uncountable computer chips handle and chuck unceremoniously through circuits that are the digital, Silicon-Valley-inspired metaphors for delivery trucks, and then somehow anybody anywhere can open the package up, and there you are, smiling, unchanged, and none-the-worse-for-wear for a trip around the world in eigthy miliseconds. I don't understand the internet at all, but I do understand that it's sweet.

But on to bigger and better (well, longer, anyways) things (dammit that sounds like a penis joke): here's some more of my shit!! I'm hesitant to do this; not only is this an unprecedented amount of material i'm about to post here, but it's also my first forray into the world of internet acoustic covers. I'm so excited! Ok, here's what I'm going to do. I'll split it all up into two posts: one, me at my greasiest and most socially-reticent wailing away on a guitar to a song that I'll think you'll be pleasantly surprised to find isn't one of my hits, and then the second a rousing round of epic poetry. There's surprisingly little to blog about when you're largely just sitting in rooms and studying Japanese for 8 hours a day. I could speak to the grammatical expression "ばかりか” for a few moments, but I won't. But yeah, here's me in my room. I'll get a video of the concerts for homeless people and the occasional Japanese passersby i've been doing later, maybe. Sorry about the sound quality. By the way, I just discovered this dude on youtube who sings the male and female parts to A Whole New World from Aladdin. Watch it immediately, it's the fucking sweetest shit ever. He looks like Jasper Lipton if you gave him jaw implants to look like the Dad from the Incredibles.