Compassioninnately

Once in a while time is on my side
Once in a time long ago, compassion came naturally
And now I find myself practically, radically; free

It's not that scary, it's not that scary being me
I'm not a wreck but I'm not walking on a beach either

And when I find myself in a dreamline
I know everything will be just fine

I take the time so as to not commit a crime
So sublime, so sublime it rhymes enough that I
unbind-

Is this the end of fear or the start of growth?

Obligatory phone update

I got my first Android phone!

I'm sad to let Windoze Phone go. I really thought it would succeed but it seems like the rest of the world didn't agree. So now I'm hyped about all I can do with Android apps & settings. I will no longer bare my teeth in anger at all the ads in the city asking you to download their stuff on either Apple or Android; I will no longer be bummed out at the lack of Windows logos.

So the phone I got is the BLU Advance 5.0 HD and I am seriously impressed with how much I got for $100 CAD shipped. The cameras suck, but the audio is stellar. Almost on par with my previous flagship Nokia phone.

I'm flabbergasted at how far mobile technology has come in the past few years. I've been stuck in 2013 for a few years now, and it's nice to be up to date with the latest software. My BLU is a little sluggish, but nothing to cry foul about.

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Anyway, I have a busy day today and I know this pretty much has nothing to do with music but I'm still deciding what direction I want this blog to go in. After 10 years, I definitely think I need a major overhaul! But have no fear, this place is here to stay for the foreseeable future.

Last but not least, here's a picture of a concert I went to last Saturday. Constellation francofête 2017 à Harbourfront. It was a good show.

The writer whale

Who am I kidding.

I can't possibly keep linking YouTube videos and hope for the best. I've been a non-professional writer for years, and it aches to look back on the past few days - no, years - and see that I have NOT been writing every month; something I was doing in the late 2000s.

Do I want results? Of course I do. It's very hard to not want results when you've been in university for what seems like an eternity and you're not even halfway through your degree. Because a degree means I'm successful, right?

The good news, Lyra, is that I have the knowledge to skip past la brûme of the extremely competitive globalized society I find myself in and to move ahead to the reality of my world which is this: I don't have to be successful to be happy. I have to be happy to be successful.

Oh, happiness. Another topic. A topic for now. How many books are published every day with happiness as the topic? Religious books, self-help books, scientific books; they're all opinionated and of course most of them have research to back them up. But I ask, is that what humans are meant to do in this world? Research, innovate, research, innovate, kill whales slowly with burning plastic rage, research to save the whales, innovate to save the Earth.

Does it make me happy, buying a new phone? Of course it does, temporarily, because it allows for another gate to be opened into another eternal realm; another app, another universe.

Who came up with dopamine anyway? Was it Sir Serotonin, or Madam Norepinephrine?

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HEY, GENDER BENDER FREAKS: I like having regular pronouns. I like regular expressions too. Here's my unresearched and unproven theory: some folks like to be referred as they because... because... they have multiple selves? Or maybe it's because their phones are part of them and everyone records everyone, everywhere, and so they become sucked into the Matrix, the Internet, the YouTube fanaticism and slowly turn into the Borg. And the Borgs are a they, aren't they?

Back on an important topic. S shared something just like this on Facebook. And it's basically a 4-minute horror movie (with no jump scares, unless plastic whale stomachs make you jump in disgust) of the horrifying effects we can have as human beings on the ocean and its inhabitants.

Promiscuous lipithicus

I promised myself I'd be honest with the music I listen to from now on..

So without shame, here's Promiscuous by the ever talented Nelly Furtado, a Portuguese-Canadian singer-songwriter who often played on the radio in the early 2000s. And today, I heard this song playing through one of the pop stations on my beater phone.

African times metal

Today's song of the day (I guess that's what my blog is turning into now?) is a song originally by Toto called Africa. It's a classic tune, and it translates beautifully into more metallic song-tones. Here is Africa as performed by Chaos Divine, a band from Australia that I stumbled upon randomly whilst in a haze and on YouTube.

Enjoy this one!

Finally; a new pop song I relate to

No more fairy tales. For now...

Dubstep TRIGGER Warning

Definitely one of the better remixes out there in my humble opinion.

Let me know what you think!

Am I normal?

The water fountain at Christie Pits doesn't work. The major one, next to the fully lit fake sports cabin, where no one ever goes after dark.

Can you imagine a session drummer; pouring their heart out on the drum kit, and after, when they become so salty because they need to hit that snare... Well, they walk out of Lee's Palace and head to Christie Pits for what should be free water.
They arrive at the fountain. They pray the water flows. It doesn't.

If you think that it's fucked up that on a sweltering night like tonight there is no water in one of the prettiest parks in Toronto, then you're normal like me

Dihydrogen monoxide is limitless.

Fix, please.

Approaching 500 published!

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As © approaches 0, I derive using the power rule!

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(July edit: I have no idea wtf any of this means but I'll leave it up here just for kicks)