September 12, 2003
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Today has been nicely relaxing, though I have had scattered things to accomplish. It was good to wake up this morning and remember it was Friday. Here is a little snip of something I’m working on, click to listen.
Galveston, Texas Random Pic
I’m really in the mood to go play with some horses and sit outside by a tree right smack-dab in the middle of their herd, just listening to that subliminal music that dances between the breezes and falls in time with the rhythm of swishing tails, chirping birds, munching grass and half-dreams. Awakened by occasional sunbeams or the breath of one of them coming to pay a visit.
It is in these moments that hours pass by like seconds and eternity is seemingly in one’s grasp. …and it is here that one sees unwaveringly clear, if he wishes, that evidence of the very eternity his Creator puts in the hearts of men, though no one knows the work that He does when He does it*.
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Blogbat is still trying out some different things on his blogsite, which is partially why you’re not completely sure what to expect from one day to the next. This is my first blogsite (aww how speeecial). So I don’t think it should just be dry articles and news, though those are important to me too. The news basically is updated whenever I find a decent collection of things that really stand out. The articles I write when an issue really affects me and I think it needs to be addressed (though I’d write about any dumb thing if I ever did it for money).
Recently Blogbat has been in time non-existant land as he races from one thing to the next and barely has time to log on to his computer at home, let alone do what he loves: write…and pick on other bloggers, too. It has been non-stop the past two weeks without really a single day to breathe, which Blogbat likes to do. Blogbat grew into the nasty habbit of breathing at an early age and really has trouble quitting. Nevertheless, he has taken a few moments to update and remodel his Article Archives site Wednesday and post a few scattered things here and there but that was about it this week.
Blogbat would like some of that time out with the horses so he can be refreshed and write some more. He might need to make some time later this afternoon for that, if he can.
Props to all the cool bloggers and bloggettes out there who write such interesting stuff…I always make time to stop and read them. In the meantime, I’d love to hear what you think, blogger or random-web-visitor.
Okay, so sticking to my day job: here’s some of what went down today
1. Got a Starbuck’s Frap
2. Let the dog out. (yes, I did it, “woof, woof woof”)
3. Worked
4. Had Lunch
5. Worked on some other stuff
6. Started this blog
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…There’s more, but why eat elves if they are only half-baked?
*reference to Ecclesiastes 3:11
The daily Poo
“Look stimpy! Eeet’s Poooooo!”
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Comments (5)
Hey, I like what you’re working on. Are you writing it down as well? or just recording and keeping it in your memory? I find when I write music I have no problem with the playing part, but writing it down is a hassle!
It’s not anything truly serious as far as my priorities go on my stuff, just a thing I did today that seemed to fit the mood of this blog. :smile:
As far as writing it down, that’s really no problem. One of the things I do on the side is translate old classical German pieces into actually acurate and enjoyable english ones.
Man, the sounds of horses munching grass while swishing their tails. Sheer relaxation.
Unless you happen to own a wussy horse named Mikey who flips out whenever one of those HUGE (the inch long black ones) horse flies comes near him. Then you get, “SQUEAL! SQUEAL! BUCK BUCK GALLOP GALLOP SQUEAL!”
Ahhhh, horses.
Once again impressed with the piece in progess. What software do you use for mixing, etc?
Oh… and take some time for yourself, dear.
Chevy (my buckskin horse) didn’t care for flies much either. but he usually just, as with any itch, presented the offending part of his person to me to kill it. Of course, regular itches he might point to with his nose first and then look at me as if to say, “you are summoned to scratch my itch”. I didn’t mind it though, I loved that we communicated so well, lol though it was always funny when he would present his butt to my friends expecting them to scratch it! Ceaseless hours of humor at my friends’ expense. I used to love it when he’d squeal. First he would kinda roll his head, maybe rear up, and squeal as he spun around and ran off farting and bucking simultaniously. Talented guy, he was. Still he was really well-mannored. He always waited his turn to take a bite out of the cheeseburger or sip the IBC rootbeer and he didn’t destroy anything the time I snuck him into the house (I was 15, he was 7). One of my favorite things to do was to get on him in the pasture with no bridle or saddle and ride him…or just sit there and look up at the stars. People would be so much better if everyone got to experience that regularly.