I have come to a major conclusion concerning energy. Prices of everything seem to be sky rocketing. Inflation as they call it. But this time? This time is because of gas. We're beginning to run out of energy. Gas is determined to be about $8 a gallon by this winter in Alaska. People won't survive. We will be tugged down in this scramble for power, and unless someone creates an efficient source of energy, the collar will break, and so will all hell. Yes, I am an Anarchist, but the effects of a segregated and divided country in such a state would likely tear most of it's self apart.
The only way is to teach people love and peace. Teamwork and respect. The only other outcome is if the energy crisis brings people closer, which still conflict will be made. Man is a very hubris creation.
I'm not scared, but rather concerned. I know I can bear with myself through such a time, but many, such as my family, may not be able to. Many people's lives are dependent on energy. Many things will be accomplished, as slaughter houses and international food chains will become stagnant, but so will many other things. Produce, Water, anything that's shipped will be either costly or non-existent. Ultimately, only the rich will live 'normally', if that. They will sooner become the target of the poor, and most will resort to violence and murder.
The lower 48's and Hawaii have it especially easy. [In exception to large-scale cities.] Alaska is nearly unsurvivable during the winter without some kind of heated shelter. The houses and apartments in Alaska do get cold during winter, even with heat.
So... I guess just hang on to your asses for a few years. The ride will be bumpy.
6/10/2008
6/06/2008
Acoustic
I love my Acoustic guitar, even if it's a piece of shit. I need a new one. I love the difference in both electric and acoustic...
Every time I pick up an acoustic, I want to sing. Always. Without fail. I never have time or thought for proper lyrics, so I usually hum... but still. I just love the way it sounds. It's loud, robust, yet melodic vibes make me sway, and the simple yet beautiful chords strike splendor in being. When I get behind an acoustic, it's a very emotional experience.
On the other hand, an Electric is the yin to the acoustics's yang. The electric screams and demands attention of it's audience, which it gains quite quickly. It can become as soft as skin or as blunt as a brick depending on what it's comrade plays, but in the end it always keeps it's grit and vigor.
and then there's Bass... I'm not as in tune with Bass, but it's still a unique instrument. When I play bass I tend to pour soul into it... Bass pretends it's the harsh backbone to a gig; lashing out in deep commands that mostly harmonize with it's pal, the electric, with a spiritual groove every so often. But The Bass, once you get to meet it, is rather relaxed... humble, yet energetic. its depth in tone is meant to sooth and calm those scraggly screeches the electric releases once they reach the ear, yet it's always up for a jig of it's own.
...hahaha. I'm a dork. But that's what I sense. It's almost as if every guitar has it's own personality. It's own feel, I guess. anyway, I have to go.
Every time I pick up an acoustic, I want to sing. Always. Without fail. I never have time or thought for proper lyrics, so I usually hum... but still. I just love the way it sounds. It's loud, robust, yet melodic vibes make me sway, and the simple yet beautiful chords strike splendor in being. When I get behind an acoustic, it's a very emotional experience.
On the other hand, an Electric is the yin to the acoustics's yang. The electric screams and demands attention of it's audience, which it gains quite quickly. It can become as soft as skin or as blunt as a brick depending on what it's comrade plays, but in the end it always keeps it's grit and vigor.
and then there's Bass... I'm not as in tune with Bass, but it's still a unique instrument. When I play bass I tend to pour soul into it... Bass pretends it's the harsh backbone to a gig; lashing out in deep commands that mostly harmonize with it's pal, the electric, with a spiritual groove every so often. But The Bass, once you get to meet it, is rather relaxed... humble, yet energetic. its depth in tone is meant to sooth and calm those scraggly screeches the electric releases once they reach the ear, yet it's always up for a jig of it's own.
...hahaha. I'm a dork. But that's what I sense. It's almost as if every guitar has it's own personality. It's own feel, I guess. anyway, I have to go.
6/04/2008
Have I died?
Maybe... other than that, I'm pretty 'meh'...
I want New York. I want to be there. It sounds like a big carnival... It sounds perfect. I just... I want to get out of this bullshit of a life. I'm tired of being told when to go to bed, what to do, when to get up, having my 'privileges' taken away. I feel as if I've become a loner more now than I've ever been before. I don't have urges to see the guys. I have no urges to call Jamie or Jaz. I'm just... Socially Apathetic. I mean, the guys themselves have turned into themselves... Sexist women-whooers and racial fuck-bags. [Except Logan, whom I haven't heard from in a long while.]
But Jamie, out of all people, Why would I not urge to speak with him...? ...Maybe it's because I have it in my head that he's too busy to talk. Or at least that's how it seems. He's so excited about this new world he's discovered... I understand he wishes to share it, but to be honest... I don't know if I'll be able to... not anytime soon...
The kind of grip they have on me is one resembling a leash. Not too far, Jesse. But don't slobber on me, either. A perfect distance at which I can discipline you, Jesse... I understand that Erica wants to be 'my best friend' as well as my authoritative figure, but it just doesn't work that way. You can't be both.
....But yea. The way things are going, I feel as if I might be staying here longer than I want to...and I have to say I'm a bit scared. I don't want this. I never asked for it. I want things the way they used to be. No cares. No responsibility. Just four drinking, thinking, talking, idiotic fuck-wits without a care in the world. As stupid as it may sound, it was loads of fun... Now I feel as if I'm being held from freedom, held from everything that was glorious to me....
I've got to get to bed. I've depressed myself once again.
I want New York. I want to be there. It sounds like a big carnival... It sounds perfect. I just... I want to get out of this bullshit of a life. I'm tired of being told when to go to bed, what to do, when to get up, having my 'privileges' taken away. I feel as if I've become a loner more now than I've ever been before. I don't have urges to see the guys. I have no urges to call Jamie or Jaz. I'm just... Socially Apathetic. I mean, the guys themselves have turned into themselves... Sexist women-whooers and racial fuck-bags. [Except Logan, whom I haven't heard from in a long while.]
But Jamie, out of all people, Why would I not urge to speak with him...? ...Maybe it's because I have it in my head that he's too busy to talk. Or at least that's how it seems. He's so excited about this new world he's discovered... I understand he wishes to share it, but to be honest... I don't know if I'll be able to... not anytime soon...
The kind of grip they have on me is one resembling a leash. Not too far, Jesse. But don't slobber on me, either. A perfect distance at which I can discipline you, Jesse... I understand that Erica wants to be 'my best friend' as well as my authoritative figure, but it just doesn't work that way. You can't be both.
....But yea. The way things are going, I feel as if I might be staying here longer than I want to...and I have to say I'm a bit scared. I don't want this. I never asked for it. I want things the way they used to be. No cares. No responsibility. Just four drinking, thinking, talking, idiotic fuck-wits without a care in the world. As stupid as it may sound, it was loads of fun... Now I feel as if I'm being held from freedom, held from everything that was glorious to me....
I've got to get to bed. I've depressed myself once again.
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