I think... that what I need more than anything right now is a big dose of inspiration.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Changes
Wow, blogger/blogspot/whatever looks different. I guess it's been a while since I've ventured onto here. Unexpected change is confusing.
I am in desperate need of someone older and wiser to give me career advice.
I am in desperate need of someone older and wiser to give me career advice.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Moar Scrubs Muzak
So while browsing through a list of songs that have been on Scrubs, I noticed Joshua Radin on the list, and vaguely recalled seeing his name before and having a positive association with it..
Anyway, here's a piece of Josh Radin that I currently really like:
And then I decided to read Youtube's description of Joshua Radin:
"Though Joshua Radin enjoyed singing during his childhood, the Cleveland native never intended to be a professional musician. Instead, he studied drawing and painting at Northwestern University, following his college years with stints as an art teacher, screenwriter, and art gallery employee. Eventually, Radin took a stab at songwriting and played one of his earliest compositions, "Winter," for his friend Zach Braff. The burgeoning actor/director took an immediate liking to the song, and "Winter" eventually found its way onto Braff's hit television show Scrubs in early 2004. After fans began to request more of his music, Radin decided to pursue a songwriting career and signed with Columbia Records, which issued his debut album, We Were Here, in 2006."
So that's how you become successful. Become friends with someone like Zach Braff. Not that Josh Radin is that successful. But he's decently successful in a very tough industry, and hey, he gets to do what he loves, right?
Anyway, here's a piece of Josh Radin that I currently really like:
And then I decided to read Youtube's description of Joshua Radin:
"Though Joshua Radin enjoyed singing during his childhood, the Cleveland native never intended to be a professional musician. Instead, he studied drawing and painting at Northwestern University, following his college years with stints as an art teacher, screenwriter, and art gallery employee. Eventually, Radin took a stab at songwriting and played one of his earliest compositions, "Winter," for his friend Zach Braff. The burgeoning actor/director took an immediate liking to the song, and "Winter" eventually found its way onto Braff's hit television show Scrubs in early 2004. After fans began to request more of his music, Radin decided to pursue a songwriting career and signed with Columbia Records, which issued his debut album, We Were Here, in 2006."
So that's how you become successful. Become friends with someone like Zach Braff. Not that Josh Radin is that successful. But he's decently successful in a very tough industry, and hey, he gets to do what he loves, right?
I guess the way you really become famous is by becoming friends with Justin Bieber (re: Carly Rae Jepsen).
I think I've found my genre of music. It's the one that includes Matt Nathanson, Josh Radin, and Jon McLaughlin. But I really dislike being defined like that. I like other things too.. To use Harini jargon, I resent being put in a box! For instance, I like songs from AFI, Anberlin, Yellowcard, etc. etc. too...
Anyway, I digress.. Also, I just took a shower and forgot where I was going with this post. Ennywaaaze, I think I should go to sleep soon.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
I've realized that the more free time I have, the more I obsess about stupid things. Perhaps, "stupid" isn't exactly the correct word. Things that I have little control over or little intent of changing, is a better way of putting it. I guess, in my case, it's best to keep busy then.
Also, most people who know me have heard me express my sentiment of tarsiers before... but damn, they are creepy looking.
And for scarring you with this picture, I apologize.
Also, most people who know me have heard me express my sentiment of tarsiers before... but damn, they are creepy looking.
And for scarring you with this picture, I apologize.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
2012
2012. A New Year.
"New Year"s have never been that meaningful or exciting for me. I suppose this is partly because I don't particularly party, but in recent years, New Year's has meant little more to me than the passing of another ordinary day and a reminder to purchase a new calendar.
This New Year's was no different. I spent most of New Year's Eve sleeping in my bed at my perhaps-more-teenage-than-childhood home. I spent the evening lying on a couch, incapacitated by a rash that had sprung up on arms, feeling uncomfortable and a bit sorry for myself.
But that's a pathetic sob story for a different day.
Back at the farm (as Mr. Millard would say). Today I realized that this year, 2012, would be the year in which I turn 24 years old. Twenty-four. I know that claiming that this is "soooo old" is only asking for rolling eyes and other altogether unsympathetic reactions. So I'll refrain from making this proclamation.
In all honesty, I don't think 24 is old. But I do think it marks a definitive end to pre-adulthood, especially now that I'm no longer in school. At 24, you are definitively an adult. Some grow up earlier than this, but at 24, even the stragglers have difficulty holding on to the last rays of childhood.
Anyway, the bottom line is, I realized today that this is the year in which I turn 24. (Quite a late and sudden realization, in spite of all those weekends practicing math problems in my youth...) 24 is only 6 years away from 30 (ha, I knew that math practice would kick in!), when you really really become an adult. Which means I only have 6.5 years left in my twenties...
Well, in that case, I'd better get going. Start figuring out my career. Start doing all those things that I want to do. Gotta get a move on. It's taken me long enough.
As such, I'd like to propose just one resolution for the new year (again, something I've rarely considered seriously in the past, but I suppose forced adulthood is enough of an inspiration to change):
2012. The first year of adulthood. And the time to start living.
"New Year"s have never been that meaningful or exciting for me. I suppose this is partly because I don't particularly party, but in recent years, New Year's has meant little more to me than the passing of another ordinary day and a reminder to purchase a new calendar.
This New Year's was no different. I spent most of New Year's Eve sleeping in my bed at my perhaps-more-teenage-than-childhood home. I spent the evening lying on a couch, incapacitated by a rash that had sprung up on arms, feeling uncomfortable and a bit sorry for myself.
But that's a pathetic sob story for a different day.
Back at the farm (as Mr. Millard would say). Today I realized that this year, 2012, would be the year in which I turn 24 years old. Twenty-four. I know that claiming that this is "soooo old" is only asking for rolling eyes and other altogether unsympathetic reactions. So I'll refrain from making this proclamation.
In all honesty, I don't think 24 is old. But I do think it marks a definitive end to pre-adulthood, especially now that I'm no longer in school. At 24, you are definitively an adult. Some grow up earlier than this, but at 24, even the stragglers have difficulty holding on to the last rays of childhood.
Anyway, the bottom line is, I realized today that this is the year in which I turn 24. (Quite a late and sudden realization, in spite of all those weekends practicing math problems in my youth...) 24 is only 6 years away from 30 (ha, I knew that math practice would kick in!), when you really really become an adult. Which means I only have 6.5 years left in my twenties...
Well, in that case, I'd better get going. Start figuring out my career. Start doing all those things that I want to do. Gotta get a move on. It's taken me long enough.
As such, I'd like to propose just one resolution for the new year (again, something I've rarely considered seriously in the past, but I suppose forced adulthood is enough of an inspiration to change):
- Start taking chances, rather than just considering them. Stop always choosing the safe and sensible option. Start living the exciting experiences I admire and crave.
2012. The first year of adulthood. And the time to start living.
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