Sky Blue Sky

Wilco's seventh studio album, and most of you are wondering who in the world Wilco are. Fear not, a stop to your local torrent search engine can answer all those questions in the most musical way.

I just procured a copy for myself, and, despite being eleven days late, I can't wait to give it a good proper listen. I loved their previous albums, particularly Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, A Ghost is Born and Being There... notable mentions are Kicking Television: Live in Chicago, A.M., and Summerteeth (in other words, the rest of their albums).

So far, it's a more mellow album, but not without the Wilco feel... now, just to wait till everyone's asleep, so I can absorb the music most properly.

Long live Wilco!

TV

The Film Company of Trinidad and Tobago are interested in granting some funding to Sauce TV!

Oh my, oh me! How very happy I would be.

I met with them on Monday - A really sophisticated man and woman were on the panel, and were deeply concerned with the quality of the final product. I believe they should be, and I know I am - I do not intend to throw some random junk on the screen - it has to be, feel, sound and look good.

Dexter doesn't believe he's up to the task of video editing, so I'm waiting on Rodney to get the sample videos to me, so I can send it to them. On Monday, I'll do this... and hope for the best.

something I remember her saying.

On Tuesday, I was just sitting in my traditional spot in front of the computer when I remembered a brief exchange I had with Shinaka about two years back.

If I recall correctly, it was after choir and I was giving her a lift to her home, not far from where we were. The exchange was something like this:

Shi: How come you don't have a girlfriend?
Me: Because I haven't found one.
Shi: But you have a car! You can get them easy!

Back then, I thought it was a pretty shallow thing to say, and I wouldn't even consider a girlfriend whose prerequisites included a vehicle at my and, by extension, her disposal.

When I reconsidered it, I thought that it sort of cheapens the value of a boyfriend-girlfriend-type of relationship where the relationship exists more for the material gain than the mental and soulful satisfaction.

So, a few years on, I still think it's a shallow thing to say. A few years on, however, I'm not sure that I'm as surprised that she said it.

Going back to school

Tomorrow morning, May 7th 2007, I go back to UTT on a more permanent-basis. After declining to work for a company this semester, to concentrate on my TV Programme, we're not significantly closer today than we were in January... I blame team failure.

Basically, the failure of the team to care enough.

But, in my time, I've accomplished some things that have made me happy that I didn't go to work.

• I've repeated Math with Fariel Mohan - Clearly one of the best teachers UTT has to offer. I miss her teaching us, and it was probably the last time she'd be teaching us.
• I've learned a bunch about the import system and customs' inefficiencies.
  
• I've spoken to Nicolas more. We've been quite good, and I've always appreciated him, and he's been a permanent fixture on my awesome people list, I guess I do just a little bit more... if that's possible.
  
• I've spent time with Felisha, and I've grown to definitely appreciate her a bunch more, and she's always been on my very-short-list of awesome people.
• I've realized that I can make my own money, competently.
• Niall's a really, really deep person. The drive to Chaguanas after class was good for knowledge and opinion discussions.

But I really don't want to go back to school tomorrow... and I think I really need to become self-employed. I really loved PCS Nitrogen, the people were great... but I think I just need my time, and probably my space.

the way you are feeling

To crowds there assembled, do you ever feel you have gone too far?

Everyone suffers in silence, a burden.
Like the man who does school work and sometimes does acting.
It's full of despair.

Nobody sees it, and nobody knows,
And nobody cares, and boy how it shows.
Except maybe one or two, or three or four or five.
Maybe be glad that they're still alive.

The time keeps on ticking and tocking away,
Wake up in the morn and then squander the day,
Thanks to various iniquities.
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What did I learn from my time in the solitary cell of my mind?
Nothing new, nothing old, and I'm still bits confused.

Clearly there's something that's clearly amiss
And I don't know what but I'm tired of it,
So how does it stop?

Why do they bother to screw someone else?
Why don't they keep all their crap to themselves?
It's quite a good question...
I'll need more time...
But it's fun to speak in rhyme.

Ice Cream

Tuesday night, I was coming home from dropping Siddiqua's camera off, and chatting with her for a bit. It's a Minolta S404 - The lens is superb, and the camera is really slick. It's a tad large, but the thing is quite hot, considering the cost.

So, on my way home, I remembered I had to get bread. I made the rounds and stopped off at the Quick Shoppe at the gas station nearby. While waiting in line, with the bread in my hand, I noticed a security guard, carrying a two-liter tub of peanut ice cream, waiting to cash his goods.

The silence of the Quick Shoppe made it easier to think, with nobody speaking to anyone, and everyone just doing what they had to do. As the guard got closer to checkout, I thought about why he might be buying it - for his family, perhaps - a gift to the ones he loves. It almost moved me to tears when I thought that he, and many others, are doing their simple jobs, and trying to live, and trying to treat their families once in a while.

Then there are those who, in a fit of madness, run in and take their lives, and break the lives of their families, and friends, and villages...

Then, he asked for a half-pack of Du Maurier ciggies, cashed in, and left.

Why can't we just love one another?

The photo, by the way, is of a vagrant in a suit, outside a bank in Port of Spain.