thoughts on a wednesday night

Writing out an experience makes it more cerebral.
Case in point: writing a food review. You would have to be more conscious of the tastes and textures so it could be articulated in such a way that will allow readers to empathize.


window to the soul

June 27, 2010

The past 2 weekends have been relatively unproductive. Before (i.e. pre-Bora and pre-Japan) I would have prepared a weekend to-do list first thing on a Saturday morning. Now I condone getting up at 11am. It was such a sin before.
Yesterday I finished all my Google Reader items and I’ve accomplished my Poupee daily routine and goals – finally bought the coveted Flower Accessory which cost me a whopping 1.5k ribbons.
Last week only 1 out of 5 nights did I OT. I did not go to the office yesterday as I would have liked. Today is a Sunday btw.

Zooming out to see the big picture conclusion:
Work has normalized and my weekends are not as hectic.

(This is one of the rare moments when I have temporary freedom from “faux busyness”, which I should spend on reflection)


And so

I think

There is something missing.
Something. Somewhere.
Purpose? Direction?
Maybe so.

[Concealing the long-winded too egocentric babble in my notebook,
which lead to the formulation of the mission-vision:]

I want to live a happy, meaningful life.

By maximizing resources and being emphathic to others.

Although I don’t intend to make it my mission-vision forever, since 22-year olds tend to be myopic.

Nonetheless, I am deadset to live by my official mission-vision.

phenomenology of music by a non-music major

June 27, 2010, 3:14pm
Sunday. Inside the car with the family.
We’re going to Glorietta to window shop for Mom’s ninang sa kasal gown.

Let us discuss longevity of music.

Concept conception:
The car radio was accidentally tuned in to 98.3 (I think), which played classical violin music… A not-so-anachronistic anachronism,
which made me ask: why is classical music relatively popular compared to more recent oldies (ex: vaudeville music, kundimans),
which made me wonder: about music’s life span, given: life span = number of years a particular music is popular.

Phenomenology proper:
Why is classical music (top of head: Mozart, Tchaikovsky) relatively popular compared to music of other eras (top of head: older than classical – Renaissance; younger than classical – Jazz, Impressionist(Debussy))?

Because it might have been the era when music theory has been formalized, or when musical learning has reached the asymptote in terms of theory. ^[citation needed]
I need to research on this, although I know I won’t. XD
For older eras, the complete foundation of musical theory must have not yet reached the asymptote. There is so much more to learn. The younger eras on the other hand are beyond the musical foundation so they look for ways to experiment and create fresh harmonies and dissonances.

But you cannot deny that the Classical Era has produced exquisite music. Classical was rightfully dubbed, as it stood the test of time. (Remember: classic is timeless.) That’s why to play it in an FM station is a not-so-anachronistic anachronism.

There is a lot of speculation in this essay.


On a not so related note,

There is ownership of music per generation:

– Listeners of retro music are the people who were there when it hit the music charts – retro people themselves. Dad likes the Beegees, Mom likes The Carpenters.
– Same goes for the listeners of pre-war music. Lola Mama likes Kundimans and novena music.
– Our generation likes Eminem, Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, John Mayer. And it’s not likely for other generations to veer from their generation’s music. Dad or Mom or Lola Mama are relatively indifferent to Lady Gaga.

Once a generation passes away, most of the music popular to that generation passes away as well. Unfortunately, the outdated music are just kept in the archives, studied by music connoisseurs or music enthusiasts who like to learn about non-pop, a minority of the population.

In a way music is exclusive to the generation who composed them, since there is a strong connection between music and its generation via shared experience / history / meaning only they can understand. ^[citation needed]


Spectacular Speculator, shut up.

thoughts while waiting at the airport

I have unlearned hypergraphia via a hectic schedule and the nagging obligation to finish the most verbose documentation “5 Days in Japan”. The documenting became a chore.

Nonetheless I must continue to do the documentation while the memories haven’t faded permanently, so that I could go back and virtually reexperience Japan through reading the diary.

Ideas are organic.