I got my guitar back from OGS yesterday. The guy lowered the action and restrung it with Martin SP Mediums for $40, which is fair I think considering it plays and sounds like a brand new freakin' axe.
I've always preferred the certainty of the acoustic guitar to the wet fish feeling of my electric. Of course, that guitar is an Alvarez Dana II, which is a balsam shingle with a floating bridge. Seriously, the thing plays like ass in all key signatures, and I utterly ruined it in high school by spray painting the "Tri-force" pickup a sickly silver and replacing the knobs with ones I ripped off my mom's old record player.
The new axe solved all my guitar woes. It's an acoustic you can rock out on. I don't want that massive echo anyway, I'm not a folk singer.
Anyhow, I had a good time last night bending out some solos on the newly lowered action. Makes me wish I was a better soloist, or that I had anything to sing about.
You know, the other day I got an email from a cat who wanted hosting. His signature featured the following quote: "To be happy at home is the ultimate end of all ambition," by a Dr. Samuel Johnson. I believe he meant that the cause for ambition was a desire for domestic contentment, which is a sweet sentiment with great tradition. But I inferred the converse: that the acheivement of domestic contentment leads to the stagnation of ambition, and ultimately to its cessation. Which is kind of sad -- that once we've acheived our goal, our only course is to maintenance.
What I mentioned earlier -- about dropping anchors -- was a direct comment on this idea, that security of success is a sure precursor to the downfall of ambition. Chuck Palaniuk wrote (paraphrasing here) "We don't own our things, our things own us," and as counter intuitive as that seems, it doesn't go NEARLY far enough. Because it's not the things, but the desire to maintain them that owns us, and forces along paths. That comfort in the status quo becomes an anchor...rooting us in position, and driving us only as far as we dare go without upsetting it. Which is dangerous. If we're anchored in any position for too long, we stagnate. We lose ambition, and we lose alacrity. And that's what leads to stress, worry and depression.
Humanity often seems incapable of realizing that things will eventually work out no matter what we do, and that certain events are unavoidable. It's this fear of flux that causes the lack of ambition. If you can accept the world as it becomes without fear of unmooring those anchors, you can live without stress. Everything that is was inevitable, you know?
I'd sing about that, but I don't have the ambition. Maybe if I wasn't owned by this guitar...
I was a complete whiny dick about the CGI thing.
Yes, you are right. Perl does too much to be allowed free reign of the machine via Add-Handler. And you're right, it didn't take too much effort to concrete the permissions and config files and what have you...shit, getting the templates correect only took about two hours.
Anyhow, by means of apology, the website template I wrote is almost entirely CSS. In fact, the only real HTML is in the Vitals section, and I didn't want to repeat myself with that shit.
Wow, I have a weblog. I'm one of those people. An exhibitionist, attracting voyeurs like horseflies to a discarded blintz. Soon enough I'll be naked in front of the cold, unblinking eye of a webcam...
But I digress. The key for now is that I, dasmb, have a convenient and universally viewable blackboard on which to scratch my stoopid viewpoints and clever abuses of the Englitch language. I sit in front of the iBook with infinite literary possibilities before me...
And you can guess what happened. Complete mind lock. Whatta Maroon.
But I'll come up with something, kids. I'll whet you sure enough. It just won't be tonight. So go check out my images or someshit.
Hi. This is a new thing for dasmb.org. It's called a weblog and it's sexy. Mmm. J'aime plus bonne des Weblog.
Anyhow. I've been doing some heavy thinking recently, and needed some way to organize my shit. I figure this is as good as any.
See, I'm just not really sure what's going on. I feel like I want to drop some anchors, but I don't know which.