Crack and Serve.

Rejoice in the fact that the toughest day of the week is over. I have had great success in making it over "the hump" that is Wednesday. All three classes were relatively smooth and easy, and the weather continues to be lovely. Jammed with the band- very pleased with it. The maturation of sound and elements in the music is astounding. Hopefully there will be new recordings to show soon.
Had a fight with Sarah last night. I can't say that I am proud of it, infact it's quite the opposite. I can't help but find an ever growing disliking for her. Perhaps it is just a phase- we are both stressed out and busy lately (her more than me).
While on the topic of female interests; Jessica's boyfriend from ancient times past has taken up the nasty habbit of telling her he still loves her. I must say, I am really flattered and honoured that she comes to me for counsel on issues like this. Although I can only give my own opinion of how to deal with these things, it shows that there is that level of trust between her and I.
How's that for an interesting topic for thought- being able to connect with someone who you have (technically) never met before. In the history of my life, I find that it hasn't been too hard trusting people over the internet. I don't see a problem with it, especially with Jessica- as I am sure her and I will meet soon. But the general question at hand is- does a lack of face, replaced by a glowing screen make it easier to talk about things?
Now that this entry has some substance to it I can leave on two final notes:
Tomorrow is my day off, and I intend to get a consult on the tattoo.
After the jam session today, I made the worlds most visually pleasing and delicious omelette. I would have taken a picture, but it was so godlike that I had to eat it immediately; for it would have destroyed the world had I not.
-CDB

Piece of Art

Well russian language and culture are done for the day; with the minor exception of some homework, I am free until tomorrow. Taking a trip in about an hour, going to head down to Urge and consult Spencer and Emily about some new artwork to brand myself with. Erin is getting her tramp stamp done today, I hope she enjoys the tattooing processes as much as I did. Some debate has risen in my mind about what it is I want to have done, and where I want to have it. I'm still leaning heavily towards Alex Grey's 'fourth eye', also known as the Lateralus eye. I can't seem to find a good template of it online, and I don't trust my artistic skills enough to draw it myself. Perhaps I should pick up some tracing paper while at Urge. Good thinking.
The weather outside is beautifull. An early Victorian spring must be upon us- joy. I find it funny how you can see the weather mirrored in the rabbits around here. No sooner does the sun come out and they are fornicating like....well-rabbits! I sympathize with my furry little friends; lately I feel those carnal, male urges stirring from time to time. Must be the weather. Or perhaps something or someone has caught my interests?
As cool as they may sound, I don't pick my blog post names randomly. There is something about a piece of art burried behind my words. Sure, the notion of the lustfull tattooing process is artistic. I'll leave it at this for today: There is more than what meets the eye in this post. There is an ever-growing piece of art in the balance. Hopefully whoever reads this may someday find it.
-CDB

Another Life?

I have often wondered what it would be like to see the world through the eyes of someone else. Not so much be that person, but rather have their memories. Imagine if you will, closing your eyes and seeing places that you have never been before; meeting people you don't, and probably never will, know. Personally I would love to share the memories of someone like Maynard James Keenan. I can't help but wonder what the last twenty years of his life have been like. Travelling around the world playing shows with Tool. Standing in front of a million people and feeling their energy shape the world around him. All of the hours spent in a recording studio or on the road in a bus. The wicked parties; the women; the lifestyle in general.
Sure, if everything goes right in my life I will end up living that lifestyle. But it will never be the same. My experiences will never be the same as those of someone else. We can only see the world through our own eyes. And who knows how good our senses are? A light blue to me may be a different blue to you. Or the smell of vanilla may not smell the same to another person. These are all things that we will never know. But wondering about them keeps me intrigued; always pondering.
That is my stream of thought for now.
-CDB

Welcome

My name is Christopher Donald Buchan
Welcome to my blog.
This is the place where all of my thoughts and feelings go.
Some of what I post, you may not understand; but that is how things go.

This is a window to my Id, Ego and Anima.

Enjoy.

-CDB.