Regrets

I hate regretting things. I always regret it. It's an endless cycle. Maybe I should just not be lazy and make good choices in the first place. Oh well.

I've totally fallen behind in music. I used to be an addict, scanning artist pages and downloading the latest music. I'm still somewhat of an audiophile (just without the budget to be a legit one), but I've stopped illegally downloading music. Someday I'll catch up. In the meantime (is that really a word?) I guess I'll brush up on classics.

Oddly I've also gotten a little bit more into art. I used to hate art. Mainly because I couldn't draw for shit. I was the prototypical "engineer" type artist. I drew things with straight lines and right angles. I used to love drawing cars. I loved drawing buildings. I found an old ass sketchbook from around 5th grade with about 15 pages of sketches. Man did I suck. I'm thinking maybe I'll pick it up again and try.

I really hate the "independent" people. The people who claim to be anti-mainstream but promote their own version of mainstream which they call independent but is actually mainstream. It really really pisses me off when they claim an artist that no one knows as the best and that the popular artist with skills isn't just because everyone knows them. Fuck yeah John Mayer can play guitar. Just because he wrote Daughters doesn't make him a pussy. Yeah, Ray Lamontagne is good too.

Remission?

Dug deep into my picture archives. Road trip to Tahoe with some guys. According to the news it was one of the worst snow storms ever. Epic drive. Didn't get there until 3am.