Greater Satellites

I’m sure the aesthetic change is quite apparent, but some of the behind-the-scenes stuff going on at Blogger are really impressing me. It’s incredibly easy to customize your page layout, colors, and content. You don’t even need to know HTML anymore, it’s all WYSIWYG. They’ve also added a pretty keen tagging system, which I can use to label similar posts. I’ve gone back in time a few posts to see just to tag some posts accordingly and I’m pleased with the results. Innovations in others sparks creativity in myself, so you can expect many more blogs from now on. It is my deepest hope to write in here at least every other day, even if it’s the most mundane detail of my life. Practice makes perfect, and writing in here will certainly help me out with some of my other projects.

Well, yesterday I was waiting for my 5-weeks-absent English teacher to not come to class and I just started writing for the half hour we are required to wait. Here’s what happened:

In The Beginning…

I ran to a plane filled with uncanny and indescribable colors—like an oil rainbow through a puddle of rain newly delivered from the heavens above. I thought I had lost my way, despite the sneaking deja creeping across my brain. Turns out that sometime later I discovered this fantastical locale to be a mere product of overactive synapses with itchy trigger fingers, enjoying impulse after impulse. My gray landscape had fabricated this unbelievable visual spectacle and projected it upon two lids via rapidly moving projectors. My feet were cold, but I stepped forward. Although the earth and space were distant metaphors, I hesitated with each step as if the terrain would shatter at even the slightest extranneous cirumstace. Does red symbolize fear? I can only assume so, because the smoke swirling in dizzying circles before my eyes was a constant reminder.

Vertigo set in like a sledgehammer to the face. I fell backwards, but right on to my (not) feet again… the earth had overcompensated somehow. Come to think of it, I was floating. Incredible. Memories began to manifest themselves in strobe-light sequence—blinding and disorient. Between burst transmissions I simply close my (closed) eyes and took a deep breath. My lenses turned to mirrors, reflecting the hazel soul passed down through a lineage I couldn’t (un)consciously recall. I made a segue into a thought that seemed to surface from (cycles) centuries ago. I opened my (closed) eyes, but they still were not open. Blackness speckled with miniscule, backlit pinholes spread above me like the universe’s most intricate game of connect the dots. It’s just like (a dream) a dream. There is no one around, so it’s hard to know if I’m thinking or talking out loud anymore.

The air has no pressure. Welcome to the worlds largest anechoic chamber, I suppose. Dissonant strings belt out a chorus from God knows where. “I’m the captain of this ship” I yell, as I pull anchor and float skyward. Conviction is a hollow shell when it lacks the will to power. What? I feel everything now. Rising faster. Everything goes red, the cutains are lifted.

It’s the synapse’s turn to rest. The pump speeds up, the bronchioles begin delivery. The crimson continues riding the tracks, things make sense. I’m awake.

These updates are about as erratic as my current sleep schedule… go figure.

Well, the birthday is in 4 days, and I am quite excited about that. I hope, more than anything, that I get to see some of the family that haven’t been too accessible in recent months / years. It would also be nice if some friends I haven’t seen in a while were able to come to my birthday get together in Atlantic City on February 4th. It will be bitchin’.

School is going great. I really dig all of my classes and I’m doing quite good in all of them. Audio class is especially interesting because we’re learning Pro Tools and working in an incredible Mac lab. I really dig going to school and all that’s left for my life to be in perfect balance is finding me a decent part time job with hours that fit my schedule ::cough:: design ::cough::.

I’m not really in creative writing mood lately. I have, however, been in design-mode overdrive. I’m quite pleased to say that the new dark driving web page is complete and sexier than ever. You can check it out by navigating on over to http://www.darkdriving.com.

I’ll have more updates when time and creativity permits. Just know that I have some incredible plans in store for the very near future.

Man, designing is definitely one of those things that you can fall out of practice with. Trust me, I’m racking my brain right now trying to come up with some cool designs for a new dark driving (corporate) website as well as my own personal page. It’s not so much an issue of getting stuff to look cool, it’s trying to figure out inventive ways to display the content. I became even more inspired by the issue of content when I read this article…

Redesign vs. Realign

Anywho, I’ve already scrapped three halfway finished templates with no end in sight.