Unorthodox Relaxtion and Thought

While Samara is away with CD tonight getting an earful, going shopping for groceries, and having dinner, I figured I'd take the opportunity to do nothing, (more than usual I guess:P), and just sit back, blare some System of a Down into my ears until they bleed, and think about stuff, especially since my connection's acting up anyway. I'm listening to their Toxicity album that I bought a few years back. I remember I listened to it almost non-stop when we were with Troy for the first time, and while we were meeting his family. I knew the order of the songs, and the lyrics to almost every one. I didn't even skip any songs on the CD, I always listened to it all the way through. "Chop Suey!", "ATWA", and "Toxicity" are probably my favorite songs on it though. "Swimming through the void we hear the word, we lose ourselves but we find it all." That's from the song "Aerials". "We are the ones that wanna choose, always want to play but you never want to lose." "We drink from the river, then we turn around and put up our walls." Music has always helped me think about things, even, to a certain extent, the music I listen to just for fun. Looking back at when I first got interested in this group, enough to buy the CD, it was the song "Chop Suey!" that got me interested, at first I would always change the channel when that song came on, but as I listened to the words I started to get closer and closer to it. It was actually, around when I first heard the song, that I started to get into "real" music. Before then I was just listening to Weird Al. :P But once we moved to Arizona I heard that song, and I started listening to P.O.D. and to Nickelback, when my favorite song from them came out "How You Remind Me". Then Troy got me into some of the older rock from the 80's and early 90's. It was during an odd transitional period from vengeful stability to understanding instability that this change in my love for music occurred. I find that somewhat curious, but maybe I'm just weird. Since then my musical tastes have expanded some. When during that time I would just listen to rock and nothing else, over the years, and through several events, I started to expand. Now I listen to some popular music, of course still rock, some R&B, even a bit of country, industrial, and metal. It's difficult to write about what I'm actually thinking about at the moment because my thoughts are so mixed up right now, plus the blaring music, hence the writing about that sort of thing I suppose. Maybe I just got bored, who knows?

"Browning"-(not really a poem or story, just nice little description.)

Last night I discovered something. When you allow a flame near something that easily catches fire, it of course consumes it. However, with a little bit of control, and with the cooperation of the flame, it's possible to create something gorgeous, yet simple. I held the flame up to the edge of the scrap paper, allowing it to just barely spark it before pulling away. The glowing edge of the paper went out on it's own. Slowly playing with the flame I went back to the paper, this time passing it through the flame causing it to ignite. As I followed the flame around the perimeter it had engulfed with my blowing, the flame flew off, allowing the embers it had deposited before it's departure to slowly eat at the page before dying out. In it's wake was left a browned, shaped edge, with a neatly trimmed black border line. As I continued this with the rest of the paper I had chosen to burn for me, the embers began to curve and indent in many different ways, as if it was perfectly conscious of what sort of art it was going to create. Although I started out with complete control over the process, it quickly turned into me simply getting the medium to the artist. Producing small sculptures with bronzed edges.