When I’m stoked on life I don’t have much to say besides…


I really like this song.



Yoga and Real Estate

Sometimes I forget that the world doesn’t revolve around money.  That there is abundance.  Sometimes I’m afraid to even research what I think I might want because I blindly assume it’s too expensive or that it’s not in the cards for me and I might as well find some other avenue.  I did this with yoga and it took me a long time to come to the realization that I was creating scarcity where it did not exist.

After a year’s hiatus I’ve finally gotten back into a regular practice.  I had an embarrassing  panic attack on Halloween weekend and decided I need to do something to mellow myself out.  Still thinking a yoga studio membership would be too expensive for me or that I lack the dedication, I did some research and found a promo pass from Yoga Garden a few blocks from my house for 3 weeks of unlimited visits, 33$.  After my promo runs out I’ll be able to subsidize my workout expense with design.  A lot of studios will allow you to sort of co-op your way in.  You can watch the front desk, clean toilets, do laundry, all kinds of things (It’s better to negotiate than price shop all over town.  You want to practice at a convenient location, otherwise you might not practice at all.)  Ah, it feels good to be in my body right now.  I feel un-irritated, calm, so glad I found a studio to call home.

If you think you want to do something, go to a class, dance, work out, grow pot, whatever, don’t be an f’ing chicken like I was, all that wasted time.  We have plenty of options…  and there’s no real life reason to be afraid to ask for what we want.    We only get these so many days to entertain ourselves and then we’re all going to die.

I’ve been listening to Real Estate lately.  They sound like the beach.

Sun Songs

Wishing you a beautiful day…

by: Sarah Marie Miller

skeleton sailboats have the wings of a dragonfly and they shoot

(buzzards across the sand)

sun is shrouded in salt and sees me through tear fogged eyes set in glass.
i am the smallest sailboat dripping bright blue perched on the horizon

teetering on the edge of this flat world of rock and salt water.
filling my nose and greeting me with seaweed stained rusted air.

“The feeling that you get [when you hear me sing], I get first.”

– Lauryn Hill

I’m Looking Forward to Songles. A Songle is a Dongle for a Song.

Here is an excerpt from  Jaron Lanier’s book, You are Not a Gadget, where  Jaron describes a new piece of hardware, the songle,  that creates artificial scarcity in the music world.  It also brings the romance of tangibility back to music collecting and it solves a huge problem in digital economics, the way music is free for everyone but the artists who work so hard to make it .  I don’t want to leave anything out so I’ll diligently type Jaron’s explanation straight from his book.   In his words:



A songle is a dongle for a song.  A dongle is a little piece of hardware that you plug into a computer to run a  piece of commercial software.  It’s like a physical key you have to buy in order to make the software work.  It creates artificial scarcity for the software.

All the tchotchkes of the world- the coffee mugs, the bracelets, the nose rings- would serve double duty as keys to content like music.

There’s a green angle here.  All the schemes that presently succeed in getting people to pay for content involve the manufacture of extra hardware that would not otherwise be needed.  These include music players such as iPods, cable TV boxes, gaming consoles, and so on.  If people paid for content, there would be no need for these devices, since commonplace computer chips and displays would be good enough to perform all these tasks.

Songles would provide a physical approach to creating artificial scarcity.  It might be less difficult to make the transition to songles than it would be to implement a more abstract approach to bringing expression back under the tent of capitalism.

You might wear a special necklace songle to a party, and music enabled by the necklace would come on automatically after you arrived, emanating from the entertainment system that is already providing the party with music.  The necklace communicates with the entertainment system in order to make this happen.  The musical mix at an event might be determined by the sum of the songles worn by everyone who shows up.

Why bring physical objects back into music distribution?

  • To make the music business more romantic: That’s not just and enhancement;  it’s the central issue.  Romance in the broadest sense, is the product the music business sells.  Contracts and credit card numbers are not romantic.
  • To lower the cost of promotion: Music production and distribution costs have become low, but promotion costs are limitless.  Since a songle is an object instead of a contract, its value is determined by the marketplace and can vary over time, even if traded informally.  In order to means that a songle can be an object for speculative investment.   A fan who takes the trouble to listen  to obscure new bands might benefit from having speculated on some of the bands’ songles when they were unknown.  Songles harness the psychology that makes lottery tickets sell to get people to listen to music acts.  Even better”  once a person buys a songle, she is motivated to join in promoting its music, because she now has a stake in it.
  • To broaden the channels by which music is sold and share promotion costs with players in those channels: High-end songles can be sold as accessories at fashion stores, while low-end songles might come bundled with a six-pack.  Coffee mugs, sneakers, toothbrushes, dog collars, pens, and sunglasses would all make fine songles.
  • To raise the margin for high-prestige but low-volume (in the business sense!) music: The stupidest thing among many stupid things in the music business is that the product always costs about the same even when a market segment would naturally choose a higher price if it were allowed to do so.  For instance, a well-heeled opera fan pays about the same for a CD or a download as does a teenager listening to a teen idol of the moment.  Songles for opera of fine jazz would be made by craftsmen from fine materials in much more limited editions.  They would be expensive.  Low-end songles would be manufactured by the same channel taht provides toys.  An increasing number of consumer items that might become songles these days have radio-frequency identification anyway, so there would be no additional manufacturing expense.  Expensive limited-edition songles would probably accompany the introduction of new forms of pop music- in parallel with cheap large-volume editions-because there would be a fabulous market for them.

Wow!  Songles. I want some.

Here’s some music to draw to.  Right now I’m cutting stencils for Keenan.  I’ve been exposed to a lot more graffiti since moving west.  I want to learn airbrushing soon.  God I hope I never die so I can do it all.  And the songle, man, crazy…

Das Racist

I love these guys. So much.  They started out as joke rap with their debut single “Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell” in 2008 but they’ve continued to press on as gangstas of the internet and a sound that’s not only light and playful lyrically but groovy to the utmost.

New Music From Gill Scott-Heron

The revolution will not be televised

a poem by Gill Scott-Heron 1970

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o’clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back
after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver’s seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.


Stereomood is a website that plays tracks according to the emotion or activity you select on its home page.  The choices range from “bicycle” to “meditation” to “sexy” to “I feel like crying.”

Stereomood is always going to assume you want to hear a piano version of “No Cars Go” and a song or 2 by its favorite band Rosie and Me no matter what mood you’re in.  Once it rolls through a couple of go-to tracks, stereromood is eclectic and fresh, sure to match your vibe any day.