I'm a Learn-ed Scholar.

So, lately I've been trying to teach myself guitar. I haven't been doing too well.
(I've also been trying to teach myself the banjo, but I've been doing so poorly with that I've put mine up for sale [among a variety of other reasons. Like money. And admitting I don't commit well.]).

I came across a basic tutorial/lesson plan for theory/the crucial beginning shit that I thought I'd actually attempt to learn.
One of the tips was to memorize the open strings first. This is importaint (haha taint typo).
Lo and behold, I didn't actually know them other than "E blah blah blah blah E."
(My 'fake it till you make it' mantra isn't always great! Sometimes I actually have to learn things!)

It was kind of embarrassing. "I don't know shit" kind of embarrassing.

Well, as the insomniac/weirdo that I am, I decided to do something about that. At least, the part where I needed to learn a measly six fucking strings.

Lately I've been pushing myself to create more art, so I decided that was what I needed to do.
As a means of helping myself out, I also thought I'd turn to the proven technique of mnemonics.

According to the (amazing) book Moonwalking with Einstein by Joshua Foer, as humans, we remember best both the funny, and the really really dirty. That's kind of me in a nutshell (HAHA nut), and this is what happened. It is 7am. DON'T GIVE A FUCKKKKKKK

Enjoy.

Needless to say, I have 'em all down now.

xoxo,
a

Radio Silence. or death rattle.

Not a whole lot to report for today...
My sleep schedule has been reduced to sunlight-hours only, which I'm not very proud of. I went on one of my regular late-night walks with a friend, and eventually ended up at 7-11, per usual (my choice, not his). I almost bought a Shaq/Arizona cream-soda (Weird branding combo, right?), but by the magic of the universe, their card readers were broken and I had to put it back. A drunk girl offered to buy it for me, but I think she was, though standing right there, completely oblivious to the conversation outlining how cards don't work. So I politely declined.

So. Many. Activities.

Hopefully I'll do something with my fucking life in the very near future.

Like get a job.
(Yes, mom, I am trying. Sort of. Probably not as much as I should be.)

Or make some art.

Or finally get around to working out.

Or........

Yeah, that's pretty much my life right now. Mediocre ideas that eventually I do nothing with.

I never said I was a role-model...

On to another day.

xoxo,
a

We're #1...

I suppose I should say a little about this blog. Give it a name. Give it a face. Create an identity for this personhood.

I would like to keep a record of my thoughts. My actions. My dreams. This is a public blog (for now), so there will surely be some level of censorship (read: omission) to maintain a certain level of privacy, but this is my diary. These are my musings.
This is a chronology of my life.
I'm not entirely sure who I'm doing this for. Probably myself. Potentially others.
I feel that conscious reflection is something that is often lacking in my life. I'm not very good at keeping up. Writing down. Reading back. Working through.

I have a head full of thoughts and no way to let them out.

So to this I pledge to work and write. I will take the special moments of my life, write them down, and with them,
DO SOMETHING.

xoxo,
a