Another video roundup

I swear I will catch up. It’s inevitable. Especially because I have not been making videos at all lately.

First, we have one of my experiments in gratuitous mellowness :

I love this piece. Definitely one of my better ones. I love how it manages to be relaxing and funky at the same time. It’s very relaxing without being totally dull. Relaxing for people who need a lot of stimulation to relax.

I have fond memories of going to sleep listening to Metallica when I was a teen. Somehow, I found the power and aggression inherent in heavy metal soothing. I suppose it externalized my own feelings as a hormone soaked teenager.

I was ready for the horniness. But I was not ready for the feelings of aggression and rage. Someone should tell boys on the cusp of puberty that one of the things to watch out for is that you may get way, way madder than you ever have before. You might go from being a pretty peaceful kid to wanting to smack people who contradict you into next week.

It happened to me.

And now, I talk about nerds like me :

That was my first and last experiment with arm’s length camera work. It was tiring, it was awkward, and the results didn’t look good. It did avoid the “severed head” problem I got when I recorded with the tablet on my chest, but it was not remotely worth it and it still made me look amazingly lazy.

Which I am. But there’s no need to make it that obvious.

Next up, more music, this time with the added bonus of a really lazy title :

Like a lot of creative types, I hate coming up with titles. That’s why the titles of my pieces are so random. I will use the first usable thing that pops into my head. This tune seemed pleasantly thoughtful to me. Hence the title.

Hence, the title. I must say, that’s pretty damned good too. Another mellow yet funky tune. Perhaps that’s my calling.

And yup. Still more music.

Also pretty darn good. I am too hard on my own music. The main melodic element, once it shows up, is a tad rough, so it is not as good as the previous too. But still, not bad.

Once more, I am sleepy for no good reason today. I got plenty of sleep. Most of it with the CPAP on. But still… I am le tired. There has to be a way to get out ahead of this sleep thing an enjoy the rare luxury of being sleepy when I want to be sleepy and alert when I want to be alert.

Preferably, an answer that does not involve a whole lot of Diet Coke.

And now, for those of you who don’t like music, there’s music.

Erf. The music is kind rough (I know what I was going for and I did not succeed) and those slides are going by WAY too fast. I was trying to match the slide changes to the beat of the song, which is fine, but the song is faster than the slides should go, and I should have used half as many slides and changed them half as often.

Oh well, they can’t all be gems[1].

Continuing our theme, we have yet another piece of music, along with an apology.

I was going to say that the apology was unnecessary and I am too hard on myself, but no, that was not a great piece of music. I probably should not have elaborately apologized for it, but still. Not one of my best.

I still haven’t made that goddamned other thing work. Grr.

And now, the music… of my voice!

Glad I finally (eventually) got this bit of thinking out of my head. It has been in there for a long time. I have had the phrase “dynamic input” floating around in my head connected to that idea for years now.

So in a way, it really is a choice. Not the kind you make consciously, but the kind that nevertheless ends up being foundational to who we are and who we become. At some point in our early childhood development, we develop a preference between abstract thinking and concrete realism, between thinking things through or going with our gut, between deep processing or realtime reaction. And those choices determine whether we are a chess champion or captain of the football team.

Another talk and it’s a big one :

It’s the day before I started at Kwantlen. The person talking in this vid seems like a fond acquaintance now. I recognize him, I remember being him, but I don’t feel close to him any more.

Life is so much better now, and the nearly two months that have passed since I made that video seem like a dozen lifetimes. I am quite confident in my ability to handle Kwantlen, and I have had my academic acumen confirmed by two exams, so I am happy. I still risk being a victim of my own absentminded cluelessness and my courses are not super easy (which is good because it keeps me from getting bored) but I am, overall, a happy camper.

We finish our journey on the other side of Day 1.

You can see that I am already feeling more confident. The Big Event had happened, I was still there, I had survived not one but two boring first-day syllabus reading classes. and I was ready to relax.

And, thank goodness, I still have not been asked to actually work with others. I am getting used to the group discussion thing, and while I still say things that are too weird and/or original and/or unusual for people, I am very slowly learning to not take it so seriously, and to not going around thinking everything is my fault.

So people don’t “get” me. So what? That doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with me.

I am just more than the average person, even the average college student, can handle.

I will talk to you nice people, who take the time to understand me, and I love you for it, tomorrow.

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  1. Productions!

A sad day

But not a bad day. Maybe. I dunno.

Been kind of depressed today. Feel sad and dragged down. My bed is very appealing to me. I have a strong urge to not bother with things. My a href=”https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anhedonia”anhedonia /ais medium strong. I feel like there’s no point to anything and it’s hard to remember why I do anything right now.

All of that is classic depression. Bed-seeking, apathy, anhedonia, nihilism. It’s all in the textbook and it’s all true of me right now. Clinically speaking, I’m depressed.

But maybe that isn’t such a bad thing. There’s no point in getting depressed about being depressed. Maybe this is just plain something I need to go through right now and at the end of the long dark tunnel lies the golden light of renewal.

Maybe I am bed-seeking because I am truly behind on sleep. I know from experience that getting eight hours of sleep a night is no guarantee that you are getting enough sleep. Maybe I am not getting enough REM sleep.

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Or maybe I need one depressed day a week to keep me going. Maybe the best plan for me is to assume my Saturdays will be Sadder Days and so there’s no point in making big grand plans, like I did today, that I know I will not be able to execute.

I emhad/em planned to really get to work on that Creative Writing project today. Plus the readings for next week, and my 150 word reply to them.

Damn. Potty break.

(—)

Oh, and my creative writing prof also wants us to write down snippets of overheard conversation on Post-It notes, put said notes in public places which are somewhat ironic given what is written on them, and take a picture.

I really don’t want to.

Once more, I find myself wishing I had tsken the more traditional Creative Writing class. They wouldn’t be making me do twee crap like this. All I would have to do is write. That is what I am good at, and it is what I want to do.

If I could write the Post-it Notes myself, it would not be so bad. It is the jotting down bits of overheard conversation and then trying to find where it fits that I resent. I can think of lots of things that would make for cool art when affixed somewhere. But the odds of anyone actually saying them are low.

I don’t like having to find the locks that fit random keys. I don’t like finding things in general. For me, it is far easier to simply make key and lock together. Then you know it will fit.

So I dunno. I guess I could just go to White Spot for lunch, set my tablet to record audio, and see what it can pick up. Then I can listen to it later and pick the best bits.

Assuming my tablet will pick up anything. Just because I can hear it doesn’t mean the tablet’s microphone can hear it. If only we had equipment as good as our senses!

Either way, I am sure I can do the assignment. I just don’t want to. Wah, says my inner child. Wah!

Back to the original subject. I have been pondering the question of whether depression is a bad thing or is it thinking that makes it so for a long time now.

In the short term, there is nothing wrong with just surrendering to it now and then. Let it have its way, and take a rest from fighting it all the time. Save your energy for the more important battles later. Lay your burden down.

The trouble is, will you be able to get out of that comfy cozy hole when the time comes to be active again? The temptation to stay will never be stronger than when you are trying to get yourself out of the hole just when you have gotten all comfy. It would be so easy to stay down and let your life fall apart so there’s no pressure on you any more.

I don’t know why I have such a big issue around pressure. I guess part of me wants to be free to melt into a puddle at any point, and pressure prevents that. Pressure, and obligation. Best not to get entangled with others in the first place, says the Devil of Depression, and let everything go so you can be a limpid liquid again, relaxed and tranquil.

Yeah… and deeply dissatisfied with life. I guess all our demons tempt us to choose the short term immediate thing (going back to bed, eating that bag of cookies, yelling at your kids) and not the long term difficult but superior thing (getting things done and making yourself feel better about your life, suffering through sadness but losing the weight that makes you feel so bad, restraining yourself and getting to have a closer relationship with your kids).

One thing that might be contributing to my sleepiness is that today was the first day I felt the need to turn the heat on in my room since last Spring. I guess that means summer is truly over. Hello, autumn!

But all that lovely cozy heat might well be contributing to my overall sleepiness. I have mentioned the phenomenon I call “the melt” in this space before. It can be defined as “the tendency of an increase in warmth in a certain range to make me sleepy”.

It happened a lot when I was a kid coming home on a cold winter day. The difference in temperature between the below-freezing outdoors and the toasty warm temperature of home would quite often make me very, very sleepy in a way that was actually quite delightful when it didn’t interfere with my plans.

And as a kid, I didn’t have a lot of plans.

Oh well. The blogging is done. My words have been expressed. Think I will curl up in my nice warm bed and snooze.

It’s not depression. It’s sedation!

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.