homain's writings

I wish natural selection did a better job at evolving human emotion.

as it is, we're pretty fucked up. thumbs are pretty cool, and our brains are interesting, but seriously, evolution didn't do too well with emotions. the highest times don't last quite as long as the lowest times, and they're never at quite an extreme either.

but, i suppose, natural selection isn't actively selecting genes, the genes are selected through their viability in their inhabiting body within the group. that's what natural selection is all about. and a part of this is probably that emotions don't matter to reproduction, so it's really not something that necessarily benefits or detriments genetic replication. I suppose that's a good argument against the pseudo-scientific claims of new-age nonsense like 'indigo children'.

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Preston and I went to The Makai show at Monstros last night.

La Fin Du Monde was first, and they're good. It's an interesting sound-scape that builds toward epic crescendos interspersed with drops back to simple, mellow melodic arrangements.

My only discrepancy was that they didn't ever hit the peak crescendo you are led to believe they are going to hit.

At crucial moments they back off from the moment where you think your ears are going to explode in musical epiphany and bliss. Other than that, good stuff.

I hate this quote that shows up on the bottom of the page:

"On Spaceship Earth there are no passengers, only crew."

— Marshall McLuhan

That's crap!Yeah, I understand what it means. For a minute I thought, 'how clever'. But then I actually thought about it.

The problem with calling the Earth a spaceship is that it implies we are somehow controlling it, and indeed, are a necessary addition to the Earth. This is unforgivably wrong.

my good pal, preston, and i are currently throwing ideas at each other, violently. the general consistency of these ideas is a soupy broth of inconsistent rambling, but we're making slow progress towards actually creating something rather than using brain smattering to further our incredible male egos.
about this idea: we have the idea that we are to make something of an experimental album, based around the idea of using strange, traditional instruments mostly related to celtic musics.