Absentee blogs .'.

There's been a noticeable gap in the blogging of late - but it's all because of busyness (not strictly business) and has absolutely nothing to do with my previous post :-P

So, I sent Rachel off with the music for her DVD two days ago, I'm not really happy with any of it, but then again, am I ever truly happy with my music? The album continues to grow, time is running short - which brings concern of releasing something I'm happy with. But then again, am I ever truly happy with my music?
In this case, no - and I probably won't be - this album is, as my younger self would have put it; "A Sellout."
Don't get me wrong - it's not a sellout for gross quantities of money, nor for respect, fame or otherwise - it's a sellout because it's being made with use in mind (ie. rachel dancing it, being sold on BDSS tours, etc..) and thus, cannot simultaneously be a "pentaphobe album" in the truest sense, since it won't contain highly experimental tracks, nor will it include the gimmicks/jokes/hidden messages/etc of my "ideal album"
What it will do though, is make it easier for me to make my ideal album - an approach that has worked for many bands/musicians that I respect - so I'd better just deal with it.

So that's one project down, five to go (agghhH! five!! runs away), there have been significant delays on the web-pages that I'm working on, the guilt is terrible - but it's all a matter of stress reduction, gotta get my geese in line as it were - since all of this activity is causing sloth.
Doesn't seem to make sense, but consider a guy standing in a field alone, gazing at the sky, absorbing the beauty of the distant, desaturated mountains, drinking his evian. Suddenly, a pig falls from the sky and crashes, sprawled in front of him in an advanced state of disrepair - at that same moment, two hundred and fifty-six grizzly soldiers emerge from the surrounding scenery with weapons pointed, the sky turns green, the grass instantly dries up, the sun grows a happy face and makes flatulant noises at him, his trowsers turn to stone, and his shirt to liquid plastic, and all of his family members (alive and dead) come into view, seemingly paragliding out of a yellow UFO on the horizon.
What does this guy do? (aside from the movie cliche of looking at his bottle of water, raising his eyebrows and throwing it away)

he probably stands still for a little longer than he'd like to, while his brain (conditioned through a lifetime of standardised interactions into relying almost entirely on the cerebellum) desperately tries to organise these stimuli into a prioritised list and calculate his next move..

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Some say the cerebellum is responsible for automated tasks, like blinking the eyes. Oft repeated tasks also end up "downloaded" to the cerebellum. This is great in the sense that the rest of the brain is freed up to "think" about things that really need thinking about, it's also good because these automated tasks are executed quite quickly as you don't need to consider each step (think: driving, balancing on a bicycle, etc..)
The downside, however, is that reaction speed can be lower than normal if a task being performed by the cerebellum doesn't go according to plan, this causes all sorts of amusing physical responses such as: repeating the failed action in the hope that it'll work this time (despite it being obvious that you can't), "spacing out" while the task is transferred to more active brain areas.. etc..