A Promise (maybe)
I’m a writer. Or at least that’s what it says inside my underwear.
Sartre, who is not the father of existentialism, talks about “bad faith”, about going through the motions that a the definition of a thing. About conforming to an image, a list, a set of principles inauthentically, unauthentically, non-authentically. Something like that. In short, “I am, because that’s what the list says I am.” Fitting in, instead of creating self. And gross oversimplification though this may be, in the end he says this is bad.
But what is a writer who doesn’t write?
Jeanine Hathaway wrote in her wonderful book Motherhouse “I feel the least whole when I couldn’t create, that is, I cannot image anything being different.”
I’m not whole.
Taking a page from the mouth of babes, or at least a former student, I will write, something, everyday.
I don’t promise it will be as profound as other things I have posted in the past, or even intelligible at times, but it will be something. The world does not revolve around Facebook notes.
Maybe an entry will only reflect on the boy who stood, alone, in chapel, whenever the Bible is read. But that will be enough.
I can imagine things being different.
And will, once again.
I am a writer, as more than my inseam will know.
We Are Back Up And Running
After a few weeks we have returned.
Thanks E.
Re:music
So I’ve been listening through some old stuff that is bopping around this site. Some of it really, really sucks. Thus I am culling what is up to some extent. If by some unheard of chance there is a song you are looking for that you can’t find, which is bloody unlikely, let me know, and arrangements can be made.
~ The MEHangement.
Over The Hills And Upon The Mountains
I’m sitting here working on my major thesis which is due in over a year, because I’m insane, and starting listening to some old music I wrote. Been a REAL long time since I’ve even heard some of these songs. Like 3 year or so. Interesting experience. They don’t suck as much as I remember.
Then I remembered that some of them were posted on this site. Then I remembered that others weren’t.
I uploaded “Lift Up Your Heads” (which I wrote and sang back at DCC) and the original “Promises” which has an interesting history I won’t get into. But no, you won’t figure it out so don’t bother. It ISN’T about one person (Sorry to those of you who regularly try to psychoanalyze me through my music).
Let’s just say that things change.And it is suddenly occurring to me that the songs from this album have been popping in and out of my head since I’ve been here in Washington. Maybe it’s the ocean and mountain and woods which remind me of the environs I was in while I wrote many of these songs. Boston, New Hampshire, the back woods of Colorado.
Maybe I should be noticing something.
Playing With The Site Again.
You can now see what I can see from my Dashboard:
The most recent posts! Only took an hour. ..
^ My seal of approval. . .