Asheville rocks, for those of us who leave it and come back. I should know. I love the eccentricities oozing from certain folks as you pass by them, the eclecticness of the culture, and the proximal mountains you can lose yourself in.

While I have plenty of focuses right now, one of them remains music-- I enjoy playing my drums when I can.

Tagging your State of Mind

posted June 5th at 1:32pm

Having only very recently joined certain cyber-communities, for networking/music etc., I discovered the enlightening world of blogging. An avid writer myself, it struck me that I hadn't contributed to a single journal entry in months (considering my collection of 15, or so, diaries kept from the age of 9, this is an anomaly). Self-identification in the manner of "tagging," "blogging," or posting different profile photos every week has suddenly become of extreme consequence to online social profilers. It's almost therapeutic-- a deeper discovering of momentary feeling, while it often may be just a fleeting impression-- to scan over a list of moods in myspace (who knew there were so many ways to describe your disposition. Do you feel existential today?). Or to tag yourself with limitless definitions in JukeBoxAlive. This morning via my random websurfing, I stumbled across the profile of someone who named herself "ViolentlyHappy." As I skimmed her "about me" paragraph, I pondered what a violently happy person would be like: Have I ever been violently happy? It conjures up images of "violently ill," or "violently thrashing about." I like the heterogeneity of this term, the unexpectedness of its manifestation as a new emotion in your mind. It's kind of like inventing a new color, in reality not so new, but more a blend of several other ones, with a different hue. Who wants to be happy, when you can be violently happy? Why not be delicately humored, passionately apathetic, or curiously mad... Isn't it satisfying to have such a lovely comprehension of yourself, an all-at-once simplicity of existence and intricacy of expression, in adopting such a faceted, oxymoronic definition. I rather fancy it.