Five-Hundred Word Challenge 683: Perhaps I’ll Write About Oranges

The soreness, it spreads, but it goes away and will soon dissipate which is always a good thing. Less pain equals more flexibility and other things, of course. Or is it of course? Now that I think about it, I’m not too sure.

Anyway, that is not for discussion today; at least, not by me. Someone else might discuss pain in detail. I don’t want to. I don’t even want to skirt over the surface of discussing pain. Right now I just want to let flow whatever flows out of my mind, but that might end up being a bout rivers or boats, or boats carrying rivers to some destination that might not be visible at the current moment. Not quite sure yet, but will find out soon enough probably.

Maybe I’ll write about oranges as those are things I have not written about in a while and I’d much rather peel them back and dig into their flesh to see what they’re all about these days. Perhaps it will be some sort of exposé. Then all will know and I will have written something with merit to it. Perhaps that is the best way to proceed, but then again, perhaps it is not the best way to proceed. Not really sure, but if I don’t start digging then perhaps it is possible that I will never find myself in a position where I am able to be certain about the certainties and uncertainties. I guess I’ll have to see, or something. Perhaps I won’t see but instead feel and hear and sense the thing that is to be, whatever it is. Then again,a perhaps I won’t and instead will just settle for vitamin orange instead. Wouldn’t be too bad a thing.

Then again, what else can be said about oranges in this day and age? I’m sure that there are plenty of people out there who have written about them in depth. I’m sure that that is happening even right now. Is there anything that I could possibly add to the already heavy levels of information out there on a subject that I am not well-versed in enough to have a strong opinion? Perhaps I could suggest something that might raise a few questions or possibly point in a direction that perhaps others were yet to see, but then again, is that even something I feel like getting into? I’m sure that maybe one day it would be, but right now I think I’d rather talk about other things than oranges.

That said, they do taste nice and their nice taste is something I can talk about, though perhaps that is for another day. Instead right now I’ll probably spend my time talking about other delectable objects and then once that is out of the way I’ll do a bit of gardening, sore legs be damned. The garden does need a little bit of work and I do have a sunny afternoon ahead, so it isn’t a bad idea.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:08:39

Getting to the act of writing was more of a struggle than I thought it would be, but sometimes that’s the way things go. I think it shows.

Written at home.

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Clouds and Sunset Colours

There’s something appealing about this photo but I’m not sure as to what it is.

I think it has a lot to do with the clouds against the colour of the sunset at this particular point in time. Considering those are the two main elements of the shot, it probably mostly has to do with those two things, so why am I writing this bit?

Anywya, I think this photo works well enough. It feels self-contained but also suggests a little of what is outside of the frame which is something I like a fair bit. I don’t think it works well in that regard, but that it does suggest is what I like.

I hope you enjoy.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 682: An Ordeal That Isn’t Much of an Ordeal

It’s cold, it’s raining and I’m wearing gloves.

Yes, that is a good way to start.

Sitting here, doing the thing. Waiting for the shift to commence so that I can earn some coin so that I can keep on eating. Internet got fixed. Turned out the node was underwater. Kind of surprised it took them as long as it did to work that out, but at least it is now fixed.

So I’m sitting here and rather sore from yesterday’s endeavour (of which I’ll write about and upload some time in the future), but I’m pushing on as there are things to do and I need to stay active in order to stay active. Bit tired as kept waking up throughout the night, but sometimes that is what happens and sometimes you just have to keep on going in the face of fatigue in order to see the next day through. Not the worst fatigue, but fatigue nonetheless.

Need to stay focused and probably should not have had chocolate a bit earlier, but I’m fairly certain that I’ll somehow persevere. There is no telling just as to how at the moment, but somehow in some way I will get through this ordeal in which I have managed to successfully put myself.

Not the worst ordeal, but an ordeal nonetheless. Therefore it is required that I be as dramatic as possible about this whole thing. If I don’t, then there is no telling just as to how much of an ordeal this ordeal just so happens to be at this place in time and space. Perhaps that can be considered a good thing as sometimes it is better to not know, but this is something that everyone should know, regardless of how little they actually should know about this ordeal which just so happens to not be much of an ordeal.

Therefore, very soon this writing will be about the ordeal at hand which is referred to as the ordeal involving eating chocolate a little too early in the day and needing to commence the job of occupation a little too soon, thus forcing me into a position of arduous confusion and lack of preparation as that is the way this thing goes and it totally is not my fault whatsoever. It is the fault of everyone else except for me and no one can change that. Therefore it is up to everyone else to clean up my mistake, even though there is no mistake to clean up, therefore something else that leads into the next paragraph or whatever it is that I lead into next.

Well, I guess it turned out to be a new paragraph. I guess that at this point that isn’t surprising, but sometimes it might just be surprising. We’ll have to pretend that it was surprising as that way it seems all the more dramatic and suspenseful; something that could make this more interesting.

Now, with that all said, here comes the highly vaunted conclusion.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:37:94

Not great, but I do like how silly this turned out.

Written at home.

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Taking Space

I think I took this photo somewhere near home.

I like how the branches cross over and layer upon each other. I also like how it almost doesn’t feel as though there is much visible space between the branches as it makes it feel as though they’re consuming the space, so to speak.

There’s a bit of detail on the branches, as well quite a few leaves and seedpods, but I think that this image is more about the shape and form

This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s “Monochrome Madness” for this week.
I suggest checking out Leanne’s photography, as well as checking out what other people submit.

A lot of what people are submitting will likely end up here.

I hope you enjoy.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 681: Internet Rant

Well, seeing as I’ve got a connection right now I’m going to go on a bit of a rant this morning as… well, what better way to spend my morning than getting even more worked up?

I like how in Australia The Internet seems to be treated as though it is this odd novelty by the powers that have the ability to work on it and make it better.

I can remember a time when I could get a good speed going and get things done on a more regular basis. Forcibly switched to NBN and at first it was alright. Things were kind of going okay. Over the last month it has been getting worse and now it’s at a stage where loading a website is closer to an event rather than something that should just be doable.

Right now the ISP is pointing the finger at NBN Co and advising that they need to fix the problem at the node. Whether that is the actual case or not, I don’t know. Of course we have no choice but to go by their word, but this comes in after a month of the issue getting worse.

Now that I think about it, it might be closer to six weeks at this stage. Not 100% certain. Anyway.

So yes, I understand that a lot of people see The Internet as a luxury of sorts, but there is stuff that I need it for. I’m not willing to blame the current situation with staying inside as I honestly don’t think that’s the issue. If it were then we’d have something resembling a semi-constant connection for at least part of the day. Right now something resembling the idea of what we’re meant to be getting happens for maybe half a minute on the odd occasion.

Sure, it isn’t the worst of problems, but right now I can’t work if I can’t hold a better connection. You can work out how that will snowball if this remains an ongoing issue.

I don’t understand as to why the ISP are dragging their feet with this one. I also don’t understand why NBN Co are also working this slowly. It was only in the last week-and-a-half before the ISP started taking us seriously about the dropouts and bothering to actually check to see if what we were saying was true. This doesn’t make sense to me. It doesn’t make sense to manage something like this in this manner.

I’m sure I’m not the only one dealing with this. I’m sure there are more than those in the household I’m in that are having to deal with this kind of stuff.

Right now I can’t do anything about the issue other than wait so I will keep on waiting. I’ll keep on waiting and keeping track of everything, as surely if the ISP and NBN Co don’t sort the issue out, there are other avenues to pursue to have the issue properly addressed and fixed.

End Rant.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 09:36:36

I was pretty angry when I wrote this and still am feeling angry about the whole thing.

Perhaps I should’ve been less so.

I’m aware as to why issues such as these can take time. My problem lies more with how long it actually took for anything happening here to actually be accepted as something that couldn’t be fixed with a new device.

Could’ve been more thoughtful writing, I think.

Written at home.

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Morning Pitch

With this photo I like how the light falls over the pitch as well as the surrounding field.

I also like how the pitch appears to get smaller, with part of it only taking up a slither of the photo’s space whilst remaining quite prominent. It’s almost a disturbance in what feels like a continuous field.

The colours feel balanced pretty well and the whole thing feels like a quiet, small scene.

I hope you enjoy.

 

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 680: Process of Planning

Alright, so now that I’m here and you are there, we can get on with whatever this is meant to be, though I guess really what needs to happen first is the deciding on the shape and form of whatever it is that we are meant to be getting on with, but of course once that is done we can get right into it.

Once that is out of the way, we lay it down and place it all everywhere – wherever it is meant to fall of course – but then there isn’t much of an idea of what to do next. It all seems to be so up in the air and there is difficulty in deciding what decisions need to be decided upon, which of course causes its own problems. Therefore we need to lay out an action plan in order to plan for the things that can be planned for. Once that is done we also need to create an action plan for all the things that cannot be planned for, so that all of our bases are covered. Once that is done, perhaps then we can get to the task of doing the actions that will lead to a conclusion.

Then again, who should tackle each action plan? Perhaps you on the latter and myself on the former? What about myself on the former and you on the latter? What about working in conjunction on the same one, then combining our plans into one plan for each action plan so that all the angles are covered, unless one of us manages to cover the whole of each thing that needs to be covered with a sense of grace and efficiency that means that there are no other things for that plan of action that need to be considered?

Whichever way we go, once those are covered we can then decide on the shape and form of the thing and then carry on from there. But then again, in what way is it that we need to step forward in order to see the completion of the thing, whatever the thing might just so happen to be on this very fine day of days?

Would there need to be proactive action, or would there need to be non-proactive action? How much time needs to be spent on construction, assuming any time needs to be spent on constructing at all? When I refer to this form of time, I mean as in a physical object, for the whole process is a form of construction. If we end up with a physical object then we need to spend time physically building the thing rather than just summoning it in our thoughts.

Is there even an object? There certainly is an objective, but perhaps the object isn’t actually there at all and instead we need to worry about the form and completion after it is formed and completed, rather than before the conclusion.

Even so, is this even worth the time?

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:23:28

A bit messy, but I’m happy with the result.
This kind of functioned as a brief breather before I get back into doing more review writing and other things I need to get done today.

Written at home.

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Old Man Gloom: Seminar VIII: Light Of Meaning Review

With this review I attempted to write about the album as it was happening. The result was something I thought wouldn’t take too long to edit into something readable. It ended up taking somewhere around six hours of rewriting each bit as a lot of it was too messy to share. I then spent two hours writing the closing paragraph. I am happy with the end result, but those final sentences… I think I could’ve done much better.

Along with most of my review and interview work, this review is also on Culture Eater.
My colleague and I set up a Patreon to further develop Culture Eater as a source of good quality arts coverage from both ourselves and our contributors.

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It’s some scuttling noises and what sounds like distorted moaning and mumbling that begins Seminar VIII: Light Of Meaning. Whilst there is some tension it’s a pretty calm section. However, it’s not long before Old Man Gloom come barrelling in and launch into the main body of “EMF”. It’s loud, biting and harsh. The band keep it rather intense and blast their way toward the song’s end where they come to a sudden stop. Their assault brings back some sound; some of which sounds like Gloom are deflating.

Following “EMF” are the sounds of static cutting in and out. A guitar makes an appearance and creates a dragging rhythm. Distorted vocals and simple drums alternating with each other soon join and build on the foundation. Once clearer vocals come in “Wrath Of The Weary” becomes a mid-tempo, menacing song. Near the end its body drops away for a brief moment, then picks up and escalates to a pummeling last gasp before dropping away into a small mass of rising noise.

More ambience. Somewhere under the sound of something that sounds mostly like muffled bass starts to try and rise to the surface. A crackling of static and Old Man Gloom jump out and launch right into the most incisive part of “True Volcano”. It’s a loud and foreboding slice that hurtles forward for little over a minute before suddenly stopping at a wall of twisted vocals. From there the song returns to the muffled bass sound to close it off.

“True Volcano” transitions into “Final Defeat”, though it drops the ambience for little buzzing sounds early on. They start as quick bleeps before they harmonise with each other. Something lower grows in prominence, then disappears. The buzzing gains some more room to draw out and hold attention. Once its time is up it halts just before the song becomes this sharp, lurching thing.

Eventually the song widens into a spacier section that steadily fills with noise. It increases in mass until Old Man Gloom stop and let it spill. The noise flows out and keeps growing until it suddenly stops. At this point “Calling You Home” takes over with what sounds like scraping. A lone guitar appears and lets its solo rings out into the song’s space. Soon a guitar chugging away somewhere near the edges joins in and moves closer toward a central point.

When the solo stops and the vocals start the guitar playing becomes much more melodic. Some of the words aren’t quite clear, but there seems to be quite a bit of questioning. A sense of melancholy begins to build as the section progresses. Someone whispers “I am calling”. As with additional vocals, percussion makes its way in and builds a sense of intensity in time for the song to thicken. Old Man Gloom chant “I am calling” before they shift once more and let the emotional weight fully come forth. “Calling You Home” was big before, but now it becomes absolutely massive and climactic.

More various beeps and buzzes start “By Love All Is Healed”; though drums and bass don’t wait long to diminish them. The guitar cuts in a few times and the song kicks off with a rolling, heavy thrust. A brief, heaving passage soon follows which leads into the riff from “Procession of the Wounded”. Soon this shifts into a vamp that the group keep going through to the song’s end.

A bit more noise builds up around the vamp before a broken-sounding solo takes over. Some noise flickers in and out around the solo until it comes to an end and the song thickens. The vocals come back in. The noise keeps on building, turning the song into something towering.

“BY LOVE ALL IS HEALED” the band screams. Eventually the song reaches a point where it sounds like it will engulf everything. Suddenly most of it stops as one last scream reaches out. Rhythmic percussion keeps going though that also soon ends, leaving a plink alone to close off Light Of Meaning.

Compared to Darkness Of Being, Light Of Meaning is noisier, more experimental and significantly more aggressive and intense. There’s a greater willingness for soundscapes to stretch out as well as keep the louder stuff brief. There’s also a greater willingness to allow for auxillary sound to overlay the louder sections. At times it seems like Old Man Gloom were trying to create some sort of extreme force of chaos whilst retaining a strong sense of structure running through everything.

Whilst I had a stronger reaction to Darkness Of Being, I don’t think it is better or worse than Light Of Meaning; They’re both emotive records originating from one desire. Light Of Meaning is more full on, but it provides just as much of a heartfelt and touching listening experience.

Seminar VIII: Light Of Meaning is available here.

 

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Old Man Gloom: Seminar IX: Darkness Of Being Review

When I wrote this I wanted to try and make it more of a narrative but I wasn’t able to make it work. Part of that remains in the review as I felt it still worked as a framing device.

I feel as the review overall could’ve been better written. There’s a few things that don’t flow well. At the same time, I think I did a better job than usual when it comes to writing about the songs.

Along with most of my review and interview work, this is also on Culture Eater.
My colleague and I set up a Patreon to further develop Culture Eater as a source of good quality arts coverage from both ourselves and our contributors.

We’re looking at what we can give to supporters as we don’t want to set up a one way relationship, so suggestions are welcome. Podcast Eater is one of the things we’ve got going. We should soon have a few more things for supporters going.

Please consider supporting, or at least sharing the Patreon page with others. Please also check out what our wonderful contributors are contributing.

I hope you enjoy.

One morning a few weeks ago one of my housemates and I got up early to go walking around the bush near The Blue Mountains. We left whilst it was still dark and cold as it meant we’d avoid traffic. It also meant we’d get a good deal of time to explore and get home before evening.

A few days prior I’d asked my housemate if he wanted to listen to the new Old Man Gloom and My Dying Bride albums on the drive. He did, so we started with Seminar IX: Darkness of Being. Some slight audio problems with the car speakers for a couple of minutes, but once sorted we had “Procession of the Wounded” coming through clearly, which was the right song to start the album with. On it Old Man Gloom jam on a riff and let it soak right in and attract some extra sounds before the vocals kick in. Unlike the prior section, the vocals are curt and it’s not long before both they and the song come to an end.

“Heel To Toe” seems just as colossal, though less engulfing. It starts with noise, then kind of bursts out of itself and becomes something more angular and sleek. OMG pummel their way through the song with full mass in tow until they let the noise come back in and close the song.

“The Bleeding Sun” slows down and has a sense of dryness. It seems as though the band were looking to express a sense of mourning and reflection on this one. Initially it’s a slow procession with more time to think and absorb what is happening. Eventually the song shifts to blistering hardcore, but it still sounds weighty and considered. An ambient passage follows and winds things down a little before the next song.

At this point we were digging what we were hearing. Darkness of Being was only three songs in but it was already proving itself as a satisfying listen. It was tight and punchy; all the sounds were coming together in an impressively refined and effective manner. “Cantos de Santos” keeps this going, though once more in a shifted way. It starts off sounding as though a bunch of people are stuffing around. As a constant rhythm finds its way in, the song begins to organise itself into something else, almost as though it’s preparing. The guitars start stabbing away; the bass and percussion becomes violent. Then it all drops away for a brief period before the song starts speeding away. From here on it gradually becomes more chaotic in sound until it takes a prolonged gasp as it fades out of existence.

At this point the album strips back for something a little clearer, though no less heavy. There’s still a bit of auxiliary sound “Death Rhymes” but acoustic guitar and clean vocals drive most of the song. Simple, effective words come fourth to paint strong imagery whilst the guitar steadily guides the melody. There’s a strong sense of hurt and sadness in the song, and enough space to allow it to come forward.

Comparatively “In Your Name” is a heaving, menacing beast full of sharp drumming and riffing. Its anthemic choruses and highly melodic solo are Darkness of Being‘s most rock-like sections by far but they sit well with the verses’ jagged pummels. After the melodic noise section the song takes on a form closer to its first part. It’s a brief moment that strikes out as the song’s last push before its second and final noise section. There’s a bit of what sounds like either rolling percussion or rain that joins the low hum at the end; However, it pulls back pretty quickly becomes a bit more cautious-sounding in the song’s final seconds.

My housemate and I were nearing Sydney’s edge and the day’s dawn had commenced. It was apparent that Darkness of Being was the right choice for our first album of the drive. Some moments threw me off but I was still digging what I was hearing. So was my housemate.

The percussive sound from “In Your Name” came back on before repeatedly looping on what sounds like a truncated version of itself. It’s not long before a brief pause followed by the sound returning to a longer form joining what sounds like a saw. Almost a minute in and the drums and bass rather suddenly start. Soon the guitar joins the fold and adds to the conjured sounds.

Once ready Old Man Gloom switch to something more riff-oriented and the vocals begin their delivery.

As far as I’m aware, up until this album Old Man Gloom didn’t write emotionally moving songs. I found that there was a lot of emotion in this album, but it was “Love is Bravery” that dug deep into me. It was both heart-wrenching and uplifting to the point where I felt overwhelmed. The only thing that stopped me from crying was that I was driving at the time.

It is a beautiful and impassioned song that, like the rest of Darkness of Being, is heavy in the truest sense. There’s a lot working toward a whole to convey the weight of meaning. Old Man Gloom wanted to honour their friend and they did so in a most wondrous way. It led to them creating an album that is wholly and utterly pure and powerful in its expressing.

Seminar IX: Darkness of Being is available here.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 679: Changing the Landscape

Devices and their surroundings were slowly changing the landscape in ways that were never expected, but always intended. Slowly, yet surely the removal of the plants for the placement of concrete was something that no one wanted to truly see, but seemed uninterested in stopping as it always seemed to move faster than one can perceive.

Of course that wasn’t necessarily the case, but the perception was always the thing that helped to hold back and the spreading to continue unabated.

This led to generations having differences in general perceptions of what was and was not natural as the surrounding landscape would undergo shaping and reshaping as efforts to push back against the spread would sometimes come into play and occasionally have small victories, but the memory of what the area was meant to look like was only a vague impression which could lead to further damage when trying to rejuvenate if not careful with selection. However, these victories were fleeting as there needed to be mass effort in order to stop the spread.

After many a decade the general perception was that the spread stopped, though in reality it had only slowed down as the need to spread quickly was not as necessary as it once was. Soon the desire to build upward was what took over and as such devices and their surroundings reached toward the sky more than they were to spread out. Views and the spread of light was shifted, but of course whilst there was the expression of a desire for this to not happen, once more the seeming lack of interest to do anything was more widespread than the interest in affirmative action.

Of course it was down to perception again. Too large were the forces at hand and thus the ability to do anything about it was considered insignificant in the face of an overwhelming force. It was far too difficult to stand against these as one person, but of course with enough of those working against the process would bring a nearly-complete halt to it. There would be the time bought to deliberate about how the spread should happen, but not as to whether it should or should not happen at all. It was the way of things at the time, though eventually there would be enough unrest about the issues surrounding how things were going that everything would come to a halt and there would be mass deliberation. It was only a matter of time.

When that time did come there was deliberation for months on end as to how things should go. There needed to be views considered equally in order to work out who had the more logical position. It brought a different kind of silence upon that which had already been replaced as well as a different kind of noise. All the while the outside world continued to do its best to thrive against a machine that seemed as though it was impossible to bring to a halt.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 09:45:10

This grimness was brought to you by cold hands a things not completely thought through.

Written at home.

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