I should be writing down anything and everything that I ever mentally formulate, because I can barely remember what I ate for dinner last night (default: cereal).  That said, there were periods in my life in which I followed this mantra explicitly - most prominently after some mind altering dream sequence - but that, much like my exercise routine, has been routed to the "what i ate for dinner last night" portion of my brain.

Here is an excerpt from a dream that was feverishly written by the light of my alarm clock - I just unearthed it from the depths of my computer whilst deleting some unwanted clutter.  Bear with me, I got excited.

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“You’re trying to do the lotus…but it’s just not making me feel welcome anymore”.
Sheepishly she threw her chin to the side, tilted downward, and turned into her right shoulder. Her sweater (which I have previously mentioned to be a fantastic display of colors from exotic origin) twisted into a disfigured cockatoo.
     "Dinner has a funny way of looking nylon tonight," she seeded with utter disinterest and proceeded to re-cross her legs again.  My hands caressed the underbelly of the cedar table noting several pesky  blemishes - pretending to listen, but secretly cursing the faulty craftsmanship.   She took notice of my reaction; leaned in; posed correctly, and begged longingly for money. The sweater flew off with a natural confidence.

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I know that's a parrot, but imagine it a disorganized sweater, to help aid literary visualization.

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I have a friend who has a face that wears a beard that drinks a wine that is imbibed and then embedded within a nest he made of straw.  Tom Perkins is a graduate from PSU, and if he knew I was talking about him in a blog he would swiftly disassemble me - he is a Fine Arts major.  He works hard during the day, but for the most part never leaves his computer - the result is a display of various digital arts.  He has made a website that features most of his current work (acting as a sort of resume/portfolio).  There you will find all sorts of images of his, as well as programs (c++) and animations (some as a result of said programs).  Check it out - its cool, he's local. Here are a few of my favorite animations of his -- the first actually being a video demonstrating the execution of his most recently written program, BSP tree.

Quaid?

Start the reactor. I used to be in a band. We almost never played music together, but we existed in concept and the idea held a considerable amount of water. We called ourselves Quaid? - a reference to our hometown (your current locale) hero, Randy Quaid. He's not of Plymouth origin, or New Hampshire for that matter, but he did record a pilot for a failed television series, "The Brothers Poland" (or something dull like that) here - and we think we saw him eating a doughnut once.

Recordings were often unintentionally lo-fi, as they were input via laptop microphone using a pretty rudimentary, but free, audio editing program known as Audacity. Thanks to the internet we were able to share our recorded data with each other via email and such, prompting one another to add accompaniment to the shared track, thus enabling us to retain a significant amount of slothfulness for whatever was leftover.  Most of the tracks on the myspace page are composed and performed by my other two friends in the band, in fact, I think the only tracks in which I contribute anything at all is on the track "Nermal", in which I sing and play bass (and my cousin guest appears on guitar) - that track is completely improvised.  The other being my half drunken rendition of Hank Williams' (first generation) "So Lonsome I Could Cry", in which Jack crashes a symbol and I perform the rest. Everything else is everyone else.

Two other affiliated projects, Pseudomatter and Lullaby, were birthed during Quaids? lifespan. Pseudomatter was my site, intended to purge myself of song ideas and the like - nothing very formal in the least.  Lullaby is, well, uh, immersive, to be as off-termed and vague as possible. Mind you, all of these projects have reached abandoned warehouse status - people get married; people have kids; people go to California and cut trail.

Preface

Aside from obvious academic obligations, the individual pretext of this virtual-establishment originates from a dusty objective which I have conceptually designed (though rather haphazardly) one thousand times over in thought, throughout various editions of my life. Over the course of my youth and young adulthood I have made some very significant connections, with some rather talented people, whom I now may consider, very close friends. Whether it be a calculated prerogative of mine, or just some sort of congenital magnetization, each one of these sustained, and nurtured, connections I have made all display an almost frenzied compulsion to represent their experiences and ideas in a uniquely decorative manner - that is to say they each produce mass quantities of seemingly meaningless bits of intellectual property, as if only a means to keep themselves regular. However, this is not to imply that their productions are entirely dysfunctional - therein lies the fundamental motive for this bloggg. This space is intended to communicate the works (in a variety of artistic categories) of my closest friends (myself included) that are, as we speak, being offhandedly manufactured for no one in particular.

Fresh_Emerald is the prism in which the unrecognized creative output of my local network will be legitimately reflected and refracted onto a digital landscape, in hopes of being observed, recognized, and most ideally, utilized. A means of distribution for local oddities.

This is the weird rainbow.