a day in the life of piano monkey

it's april. couple years ago in one april i was not doing so well. then couple years before that april, i was a wreck. a bit before that another april, that wasnt so good either. approaching the decade number three, it seems that things have been rather heavily patched and reworked. snapped cable, tied over a sailor's knot. put into work, because that is the only one that you have. i am alright this april. pensive. even happy most of the time. what were those things that cut through so badly? what did they feel like? i still see the shards of things, more like glimpses. on me, in me, around me, of me. i remember reading a short article as i was tying my shoes, on way out from the health center of the university, one of those times it was kinda tough, gritty: death of saul bellow. "A man is only as good as what he loves." ah bellow, you leave us with such hilarity. thinking about that quotation, my step was a bit lighter from that point. until i crossed the next bog. l...

this was the virus that went around facebook for awhile, where people took 25 things about them and created a random list of.. well, themselves. and knowing that some of my peeps are against the vicebook, i figured i could also post them here for them to read. somewhat amusing,and i meant... well, all of it. and if you read it already, well... you are spared for a day i believe. 1. I think this 25 things plague is hilarious. In this world of supposed individualism and free-speech, we are still getting into this sheep-herd mentality and ‘trying’ to express self in the conformist way. Way to go people. Hey, don’t get me wrong, I am also doing it. 2. There is a world of difference between what a person claims to be and what a person is known as. For instance, not all self-proclaimed musicians are musicians. Often they are simply people who are making sonic events that only exist in time, and whether it is music of not, who knows. However, if it isn’t music, then they are not music...