Shards of Reality

I got the CUE Grant!
I'm getting a new computer and FL Studio and money to press CDs!
I'm going to make a fucking album!

I finally changed my journal theme/colours!

So, Trip! had an opening for a Community Outreach Worker recently, and I was kind of late putting in an application... They had already started conducting interviews, but I talked to the (newly hired) programme coordinator and she told me that she had applied after the cut-off date too, so it wouldn't hurt to try.
So, yesterday I wrote up this awesome cover letter that started with:
"Ch'yeah, so, I am so ridiculously late applying for this position that I'm not even going to bother pretending to write a serious cover letter."
and ended with:
"So, really, what Trip! needs is someone who is reliable and dependable, and I have those qualities in spades.

Well, except for the whole late application thing. Shhhhhhhh."

And I got a call for them today to book an interview for Tuesday at 1:00! XD

CHARISMA FOR THE WIN

LOOK AT THIS. BASK IN ITS GLORY.
I need to go to Russia. ;_;

My lips are stained purple from some wine I was drinking, and I actually really like the colour. I may have to go out and buy some purple lipstick at some point.

( CLIIIIIICK )

Each year, the Earth is struck by 4.5lbs of sunlight. o.O;;

Now Tyson and Allison are naked! XD

I'M NAKED!

XD

The Mud House is nudity-positive, and I've been trying to work up the nerve to just fuckin' do it for awhile now. So, I was in the kitchen today, and no one was around, so I was like, fuck it! Takes towel off and starts making breakfast. :D

My roommate Graeme is presently quarantined at has just been released from Toronto Western Hospital as a possible confirmed case of H1N1.
He called earlier today just now to let us know he has been pronounced 'infectious' not contagious, because he is apparently no longer coughing.
He was, however, contagious for the past 48 hours.

...

Um.

Which is why novemberpoetry drew this, holy crap:

This is basically me.

I still need to practice it A LOT before I can record it, so here are the lyrics. It was sitting on my desk for months unfinished, but seeing Alex and Allyson Grey work at the Cosmic Ball inspired me to finally finish it. Anyway...

Oh, the chick mentioned in the first verse is a reference to another song I haven't written yet, about a girl named Maya. ^_~

( D.vyd b-{ Z_r0 - Capsaicin )

I DID IT.
4^1/3 PAGES.
THE MOST EPIC SONG I'VE EVER WRITTEN.

For F i.e. the Fibonacci sequence (F_n = F_n-1 + F_n-2 or 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144, etc...),
With Σ representing the summation function (i.e. n(n+1)/2 or n₁ + n₂ + n₃ + n₄ +n₅ etc...)

then



(although I like to think of it as 1 + Σ F_i = F_n+2)

THIS MEANS

ONE PLUS THE SUM OF ALL THE FIBONACCI NUMBERS UP TO A POINT IS EQUAL TO THE FIBONACCI NUMBER TWO POINTS HIGHER

e.g. 1 + 0 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 3 + 5 + 8 + 13 = 34
1 + 0 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 3 + 5 + 8 + 13 + 21 + 34 = 89
ET CETERA

HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS.

I'm writing a song and it's 2^1/2 pages long, and I'm not even at the key point.

I was just laying down with three hot girls at my sides/on top of me. XD
mausoz started giving me a foot massage and novemberpoetry suggested I start a harem.

I MUST DO THIS.

...where there was a queer-and-trans-inclusive space notification at the front desk.
...where visionary artists Alex and Allyson Grey did live painting.
...where they played a sound sculpture about self-educating robotic life forms achieving enlightenment.
...where a clock displayed over an intense blacklit web tracked the number of miles the Earth had traveled since midnight.
...where massage therapists were on call for $1/minute. (Tragically, they had packed up by the time I remembered.)
...where people brought djembe drums and conch horns and other instruments to contribute to the music.
...where people dressed up in their most extravagant and amazing outfits.
...where everyone walked out at 5am into the sunrise and did yoga.
...where the night was officially sealed with an intense Om chant.
...THAT WAS A PARAGON EMBODYING THE VERY HIGHEST QUALITIES OF WHAT EVERY RAVE SHOULD BE.

And holy shit, seeing Alex and Allyson at work was incredible. I was delighted to see that Allyson's style of painting is virtually identical to mine with inking; stare really very closely at the medium and do every tiny detail one fine brushstroke at a time. Alex, on the other hand, was more laid back; a swipe here, a swipe there, take a step back, bounce to the music a bit, repeat. While conceptually I am more attracted to Allyson's work, watching Alex's painting evolve was... I don't even know what it was. It was an experience to take with me to the grave. I'm convinced that he perceives reality in four dimensions; he could see through what he was painting, and painted it one layer at a time, from the back of the face to the front, skeleton and all. And there were things you could see in this process that you just couldn't see by seeing the finished piece. It was two people, a man and woman, looking at each other, about to kiss, with a galaxy in the background and the spiral arms misting across the foreground. At first the man's eyes were closed and the women's open wide; later, her eyes closed, and as the galaxy in the background began to develop and permeate the couple, his opened wide; later still, both of their eyes were open and closed at the same time, the eyelids being completely transparent.
Holy shit.

That, that was the breath of fresh air I so desperately needed.

Helping people who've helped you a lot is one of the best feelings in the world. :)

The Procrastination Station!