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2006-12-23T09:07:00.000-08:00

CONFESSIONS OF EMERGING GUY
by Brian Ross

2006-12-12T11:47:00.000-08:00

i've heard tell of the creative being always @ the ready to jot down what, @ the moment, appear to be extemporaneous & fruitless little tidbits of ideas. premise being, that these fleeting thoughts are premature bits of genius yet to be fleshed out. some apparently are chosen to cook a bit longer on paper till the time be right for them to be born or aborted into our present reality.

i seem to be experiencing 1 such moment. it feels odd. the innate & unknown not allowing me peace until some attempt is made to record it.

i can't help but wonder the ways of the vibratory rauch & how i can't help but believe that he deliberately makes his presence known to us in spite of our reluctance or complete inability to recognize it. his perfect resonance sending appropriately sized ripples throughout our existence that disturb the curtain enough for us to see, however briefly, the workings behind our scenes that would otherwise be quite maddening if seen more often. the surreal moments where it all makes sense & we press on knowing what we always believed to be so regardless of how ridiculous it sounds when played logically.

the same rauch that hovered over the void all those years ago, still flexes his immanence & reassures the broken spirit today as he always has. allowing the near-sighted to gaze in glory of how the light attaches to his own & how it's up to us as to how we redirect the radiance. seeming downright criminal that we can exert our own constitution to swallow the beam whole, we should rather strive as the glorious 1's to allow it to be a beacon for other beam-swallowers who ignorantly grope in their own perpetual darkness.

the choice is really a no-brainer, but unfortunately all don't concede to proper perspective. there are as many reasons for this as their are folks that make 'em, but none borne from the womb of justification, rather the bastard offspring of explanation. orphanages filled to crawling room only for the excuse makers.

i'm a blessed man.

beyond my own believe.

now, if i could only remember to stop downing the beam...

LaHaye's License to Print Money

2006-11-28T08:43:00.000-08:00

Flipping Frowns Upside Down

Your numbers grow as you recruit (evangelize) neutral units, which is a central function of the game. You have your guys approach wandering units and attempt to raise their spirit levels through praise music, preaching, prayer and one-on-one evangelism in hopes that their spirit meters will rise to the point where they'll join your side. Of course, the enemy has negative counterparts who recruit, swear (you don't hear them), wail on electric guitars (hmmm!) and openly attack people to bring spirits back down.

2,305 words on sweet child o' mine

2006-11-26T15:46:00.000-08:00

The “bam” of “Sweet Child O’ Mine” is in Slash’s guitar playing. It’s one thing to write an essay bemoaning the de-centering of contemporary humankind in a postmodern society. It’s another thing entirely to play a wailing guitar solo that viscerally embodies that de-centering. Psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan said we are born into a world of pure being, which language cannot fully express, so we are always longing for a Real we can’t describe. Slash’s solo doesn’t describe this Real, but it compassionately describes the longing we feel at having been severed from it. Without the words to properly express our estrangement, what can we do but wail? Paul of Tarsus wrote, “We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express.” The guitar solo at the end of “Sweet Child” intercedes with groans that words cannot express.

symantics...?

2006-10-31T12:58:00.000-08:00

got this press release via email today...

anybody else take issue w/the last line of it or am i just a hair-splittin' idiot...?

PRESS RELEASE
10/31/2006

OPEN GRAVE RECORDS SIGNS EXCLUSIVE US DISTRIBUTION DEAL WITH OARFIN DISTRIBUTION

Open Grave Records is please to announce that they have inked an exclusive US distribution deal with OarFin Distribution. OarFin Distribution is a National Distributor that deals with national & independent music store chains as well as online retailers, as well as other distributors and key independent stores.

Owner of Open Grave Records, James Mattern is quoted saying, “Everyone at Open Grave Records is really pleased about this partnership with OarFin. With this deal in place we will be better able to get our products into the hands of the fans. This will also give every artist that is a part of Open Grave Records the opportunity to grow”.

The first releases that are being made available nationwide will:
Downlord – Random Dictionary of the Damned
Atrocity - Contaminated
Necrodemon – Ice Fields of Hyperion
End of Destiny – The Thoughtless Existence
The Everscathed – Razors of Unrest

These titled will hit stores on January 30th 2007.

NOTE TO CHRISTIAN PRESS: The only Christian artist this press release includes is End of Destiny. The other artists are secular artists.

your friendly xtian blogger,

lee

what really hurts

2006-10-19T22:33:00.000-07:00

you do it to yourself...you do...
& that's what really hurts...

thom had it right. still does. the best of us learn this early on & get about the business of change. the worst wallow to the end splattering the rest of us with their own filth.

this isn't really too problematic, because we're usually neck deep in our own. somewhere in the middle are those that are cognizant of all this & struggle to maintain consistency. all of us can be found somewhere along this proverbial continuum.

i long to be among the best of us. i'm not. i have all the potential to be the most compassionate jerk you've ever met. i fulfill this on quite a regular basis.

maybe it's just the natural tendency of the fallen heart to oscillate between the desire to serve or preserve. i manage to stroke both @ the same time. these tend to be my better days.

i want more than anything to influence, change, shape & mold...

my environment, my relationships, my world...

for the better...

perhaps this is too simplistic. i'm coming to realize that this is entirely possible & too small a task. the real goal looms much larger & posts rewards that are unparalleled in existence.

it is to allow the change to be made in me...

escape the perpetual cycle of self-destruction...

not bury the past, but redeem it by learning from it...

not acquiesce to circumstance, but remember perspective & transcend...

realize that my nature @ times is anything but natural & not justifiable by saying so...

desire more than anything to become like the 1 that made me & know that he's never disappointed in me because he knows the end from the beginning...

...pulling for me...longing for me...changing me by living in me...

life's a bitch that i love

2006-10-17T15:53:00.000-07:00

i really can't complain...

my life is all together amazing & challenging beyond belief. the sky's the limit, but so are the depths of the deepest hell. it's all up to me, which is really unsettling @ times.

i do my best, mindful of the 1 greater that gives me purpose yet know that the culpability is mine to bare. some days this brings great satisfaction, while others it brings uncanny distress. luke-warmness never really appealed to me which i come by honestly i would hope, but leaves me in a constant state of tension.

times often find me fetal & just praying that the tendon doesn't snap, while others have me leaping from snow caps w/no worries about the unseen. i suppose that that's what this thing called existence is all about. faith...or the lack there of.

today is a faith day. brimstone could light my yard & i wouldn't be moved...save to warm the day's manna. funny how that is & continues to be for me...

so i drank another simile
& compared your jesus to a thief
he took my bones
& turned them to bread