The Goo Goo Dolls and various other tunes are making this day bareable.
I must say that Thursday's, also known as my Friday's, are usually a good day. Unfortunately, I have to work tomorrow...don't worry though, I will be working from home which makes it all the better.
But anyway, back to the music. If you don't know about grooveshark.com you need to get an account, immediately! When you do, make some playlists and share them with me. Hannah works there thats how I found out about it and now you have found out about it from me. Fortunately today's music selections are keeping me remembering last weekend, the Nebraska experience. Next week may become a crab fest of music since I'm going to destroy the hopes and dreams of Blue Crabs come Saturday.
So this isn't really a good start to my blogging revival, however, it is a start.
"one night to be confused
one night to speed up truth
we had a promise made
four hands and then away
both under influense
we had devine scent
to know what to say
mind is a razorblade"
- heartbeats originally by knife, listening to Jose Gonzales
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
back by popular demand...
Blog readers: oh you few/proud/likely not all there in the head people, I have been requested to restart my writings of the inner workings of my mind. While I claim to be a realist, I also understand the realms of pessimism and optimism. This post, is optimistically realistic...I don't know if this will be true, I plan on just writing.
Its come to my attention that I "talk too much". Having heard this at least twice in the last month or so, I've had to think about what this means. While I have the skill of the pen (read: keyboard), I will always prefer my primary communication be in the medium of the spoken word, til I am old and weathered. I can express myself clearly via the written word, however, there is not a more original thought than the "word vomiting" that goes on daily in my life.
I understand the need for deep thinkers and people who are considerate of every sound that comes out of their mouth, I really do, I am not one of those people. Let me tell you why:
Why? well, there are only so many hours in the day to sit, think, and be quiet. I prefer to do so while deep in "slumbertown". I prefer to spend the rest of my time using the voicebox the good lord gave me! While there is little evidence as to why this is important from the previous statement, if you think and consider every word that comes out of your mouth, you are likely to forget something that could have an effect on the moment or far beyond (ok, so I understand this is the reason for choosing your words but fuck that). The greatest fear I have is to not be able to tell a story, a joke, an honest statement about someone/something during a particular time. Moments come and go, it is my attempt to make sure the small part about life that I have control of, expressing myself verbally, can happen when it should/needs to.
While everything I say is sometimes not logical, I would have extreme heartache if I actually had to think about the things that I spew from my mouth. My verbal vomiting allows me to purge both unnecessary and important information. While this may be annoying, I can pretty much guarantee a genuine (read: life changing) thought at the end of my verbal diarrhea. I will apologize for being long winded, I will not, however, apologize for talking. Conversation, communication, talking is one of my favorite pastimes. I have met only a handful of skilled talkers as I. Talking not only leads to uncovering new information about people, but is also the basis for jokes which cause laughter - something I love more than speaking itself.
I implore you, "you who thinks to much", to just speak! It might not make sense at first, I know the thought of that is difficult, but I promise there will be peace and less war in the world (yes, I just made that up and being a little sassy here). I will also be far more amused than looking at you struggling to develop a thought. Nothing is worse than sitting and waiting for a response, think while I'm speaking, you are likely not listening anyway. When this is done correctly, you can converse in an uninterrupted manner - this is the point of verbal communication. If this doesn't work for you, please go right ahead and give non verbal cues -this is at least more entertaining than watching a thought develop behind a thick cranium.
Ok, this has taken more of a pessimistic/cynical turn, the point is...speak don't think when you are around me. I would love to hear the stream of consciousness as it pours from your mind, straight to your lips. I am intrigued by the workings of the mind, let it play by speaking aloud these deep thoughts that are swimming around deep in your subconscious.
Its come to my attention that I "talk too much". Having heard this at least twice in the last month or so, I've had to think about what this means. While I have the skill of the pen (read: keyboard), I will always prefer my primary communication be in the medium of the spoken word, til I am old and weathered. I can express myself clearly via the written word, however, there is not a more original thought than the "word vomiting" that goes on daily in my life.
I understand the need for deep thinkers and people who are considerate of every sound that comes out of their mouth, I really do, I am not one of those people. Let me tell you why:
Why? well, there are only so many hours in the day to sit, think, and be quiet. I prefer to do so while deep in "slumbertown". I prefer to spend the rest of my time using the voicebox the good lord gave me! While there is little evidence as to why this is important from the previous statement, if you think and consider every word that comes out of your mouth, you are likely to forget something that could have an effect on the moment or far beyond (ok, so I understand this is the reason for choosing your words but fuck that). The greatest fear I have is to not be able to tell a story, a joke, an honest statement about someone/something during a particular time. Moments come and go, it is my attempt to make sure the small part about life that I have control of, expressing myself verbally, can happen when it should/needs to.
While everything I say is sometimes not logical, I would have extreme heartache if I actually had to think about the things that I spew from my mouth. My verbal vomiting allows me to purge both unnecessary and important information. While this may be annoying, I can pretty much guarantee a genuine (read: life changing) thought at the end of my verbal diarrhea. I will apologize for being long winded, I will not, however, apologize for talking. Conversation, communication, talking is one of my favorite pastimes. I have met only a handful of skilled talkers as I. Talking not only leads to uncovering new information about people, but is also the basis for jokes which cause laughter - something I love more than speaking itself.
I implore you, "you who thinks to much", to just speak! It might not make sense at first, I know the thought of that is difficult, but I promise there will be peace and less war in the world (yes, I just made that up and being a little sassy here). I will also be far more amused than looking at you struggling to develop a thought. Nothing is worse than sitting and waiting for a response, think while I'm speaking, you are likely not listening anyway. When this is done correctly, you can converse in an uninterrupted manner - this is the point of verbal communication. If this doesn't work for you, please go right ahead and give non verbal cues -this is at least more entertaining than watching a thought develop behind a thick cranium.
Ok, this has taken more of a pessimistic/cynical turn, the point is...speak don't think when you are around me. I would love to hear the stream of consciousness as it pours from your mind, straight to your lips. I am intrigued by the workings of the mind, let it play by speaking aloud these deep thoughts that are swimming around deep in your subconscious.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
On Winter Weather
dear winter,
Not only is this open letter for you, winter, but also you, phil, of puxatahnee (however u spell that one!). While I appreciate what you are doing for me, in terms of the desire to bundle up and stay warm, you are also failing in a few categories, allow me to elaborate:
1) Work did not get as much as a 1 hour delay today, this, is unacceptable. First off, if you are going to unleash "winter weather", go ahead and just straight up unleash it. This leads to my next point,
2) Please, unleash on days when I am to be at work, not on Saturday. Last time on a Sunday was fine but I'm looking for more of you on the weekdays...get to it.
3) Here is my biggest complaint concerning the recent "chill" in the air: short sleeves, short skirts, and shorts. I miss, dearly, all three of these things. I also miss wearing sandals and swimming and sun dresses. I really wish Phil had stayed in his whole thus not being able to see his shadow and thus guaranteeing the things I love about warmer weather.
I would like to end my comments to you, "Winter", saying that I do appreciate what you do but I really want a hot dog from a grill, a burger nicely blackened, a baseball game in person, a bikini here and there, and all the other joys that show up once you're gone.
I bid you a fond farewell in your off season, better luck next year/this weekend when you snow the fuck all over me.
Thanks again.
Seth
Not only is this open letter for you, winter, but also you, phil, of puxatahnee (however u spell that one!). While I appreciate what you are doing for me, in terms of the desire to bundle up and stay warm, you are also failing in a few categories, allow me to elaborate:
1) Work did not get as much as a 1 hour delay today, this, is unacceptable. First off, if you are going to unleash "winter weather", go ahead and just straight up unleash it. This leads to my next point,
2) Please, unleash on days when I am to be at work, not on Saturday. Last time on a Sunday was fine but I'm looking for more of you on the weekdays...get to it.
3) Here is my biggest complaint concerning the recent "chill" in the air: short sleeves, short skirts, and shorts. I miss, dearly, all three of these things. I also miss wearing sandals and swimming and sun dresses. I really wish Phil had stayed in his whole thus not being able to see his shadow and thus guaranteeing the things I love about warmer weather.
I would like to end my comments to you, "Winter", saying that I do appreciate what you do but I really want a hot dog from a grill, a burger nicely blackened, a baseball game in person, a bikini here and there, and all the other joys that show up once you're gone.
I bid you a fond farewell in your off season, better luck next year/this weekend when you snow the fuck all over me.
Thanks again.
Seth
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
On my mind v heart dilemna
From the Mind (read: brain) of Seth Gleeson:
Dear Heart,
While you got a bit of good news the other day when our horoscope said that you would out duel me for dominance, I have a bit of bad news for you. I plan on fighting you, HARDCORE!
Look, Heart, you do good things! You love, you pump blood, you keep me working but you have some serious issues when it comes to making logical decisions. While certain situations/people may be enticing and you may be preparing emotional connections/have them already, you should know that they are quite illogical. Why can't you find something nice close by and pursue that? What is the fascination with setting yourself up to be let down, hurt, or disappointed (which are all kinda the same...brain lapse sorry!).
Well, look, I may not like every decision that you make but it is true, you typically cause me a great deal to think about and when you are happy the thoughts usually fall in line.
Keep up the good work, just wanted to touch base but you should know, I'm cutting you off and making the important decisions if you start over thinking with that great big heart instead of this well above average intelligence brain that is up here on your shoulders.
Best from the top,
Brain
Dear Heart,
While you got a bit of good news the other day when our horoscope said that you would out duel me for dominance, I have a bit of bad news for you. I plan on fighting you, HARDCORE!
Look, Heart, you do good things! You love, you pump blood, you keep me working but you have some serious issues when it comes to making logical decisions. While certain situations/people may be enticing and you may be preparing emotional connections/have them already, you should know that they are quite illogical. Why can't you find something nice close by and pursue that? What is the fascination with setting yourself up to be let down, hurt, or disappointed (which are all kinda the same...brain lapse sorry!).
Well, look, I may not like every decision that you make but it is true, you typically cause me a great deal to think about and when you are happy the thoughts usually fall in line.
Keep up the good work, just wanted to touch base but you should know, I'm cutting you off and making the important decisions if you start over thinking with that great big heart instead of this well above average intelligence brain that is up here on your shoulders.
Best from the top,
Brain
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