I went to the Esplanade to attend the “Gala Concert: Sarah Chang Plays Bruch” on Friday, and I had some time before the concert to go to the library. While browsing through the journals on the bookshelves, I saw this study which caught my imagination – it was something about a cellist using performance cues to remember how to perform her piece, as studied by psychologists. Then, I had a brainwave. I thought of becoming, an orchestral psychologist.
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Anyway, the guy in the post thumbnail is Sigmund Freud. He got the honours because I couldn’t think of anyone who looked cooler than him holding a cigar
Our ideas have no equal Their brilliance dazzles all They see the brightness they cannot comprehend And liken it to the last burst of a dying star Cold, dark, devoid, empty Yet when we bestow upon them the knowledge to see They plead ignorance still, they fear, they don’t see We treated them with the respect we gave to equals For once perhaps… But not much more Alas, the loneliness of the eternal spark! Felt solely in its own amidst the dark ‘This genius demands an audience!’ We speak An audience? Wishes of a deluded mind in grandeur For it still lacks its rightful men! But this loneliness needs a witness at least Please could we have a witness at least? Tags: agony, audience, brilliance, burst, deep midnight, dying star, eternity, friedrich nietzsche, genius, grandeur, heart, loneliness, r j hollingdale, sleep, translation, witness, woe, zarathustra
It ought to be a musical blasphemy to actually compare two virtuosos and their talents. Yup, music ain’t a science. Hence I’m not exactly going to say who’s better… Just some observations… (NOTE:) From the musically untrained ear, I should qualify. Hmm. Anyway, how come coincidentally, all the four names I mentioned are all chicks?
I haven’t written here for ages. I blame my job now as a conscript soldier for the lack of time. It is the lack of enough time to stare at the screen and type, like seriously. Tags: abstract numbers, arts and humanities, bad faith, bitch, existentialism, existentialist, free time, inertia, insistence, lack of time, military life, military lifestyle, multidisciplinary, paper education, philosophical writing, physical theories, reflections, sentences, slur, vocabulary
In the words of Prof. Robert Solomon (September 14, 1942 ? January 2, 2007) from the movie “Waking Life”: Tags: robert solomon, waking life |
I fancy thinking myself as some sort of an intellectual. At the very least, I know stuff. Yet, academic accomplishment does not entice me. No, I’d fail ten times in a row, but still consider myself smarter than others. An arrogance. A flair. I think myself to be very, very clever, thank you. 
, and I’ve already used Guy Debord previously. I think this will be a long post, to make up for the long silence from the previous post and my hands are aching to type. If you are ever interested about my life, this will be a good read. It’s the exorcism of my ego and everything I think about, in textual form as a practice of my written craft. 
Anselm Jappe offers us a fascinating account of Guy Debord and his ideas in his book “Guy Debord”. I would claim this book to be essential for the one who is all gaga about post-WWII French philosophy, up to the climax of the May 1968 riots and beyond.
You see, I have got both 
Perhaps, two days of solitude in camp doing duties has given me the quiet and rain to inspire this melancholy which makes for a revisionism of my feelings and thoughts about Evanescence. Or rather, Amy Lee and the band, if you fancy. The continuous listening of their songs once more… Perhaps I need to start from the very beginning. Man, I’m getting philosophical over a band. This is going to be a very, very long personal post chronicling the change of my musical tastes over the past few years.
For the lack of a good title, I am going to name this post “Hypercorrection”, after what I am going to write about.
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