Friday, July 10, 2009


CLICK HERE TO LISTEN : My soundscape design proj// Parsons Summer - NYC.

(If you have trouble listening to it/ error in the link, i'll repost it soon.)


Most things come in shapes, forms and sizes.

Life does.

When grouped, the singular subject forms a pattern. We form a set of behavior, we form a way of living and we form our school of thoughts. We had grown up the way we had been taught, what is to be right, to be wrong, to be embraced, to be banished, to be celebrated, or to be exiled. And then, we fall into the trap of mundane-ness. We begin to form patterns.

Patterns too close to our eyes that we do not see.

There is no right or wrong, just popular opinions.

There is no peace or chaos, just a structure we so carefully weave.

There is never too much or enough, just how much you want.

Sounds, voices and melodies, they are just one of the many tools to tell a story.

To tell a story, is to observe a pattern, so we can break it.

If you can’t get out of a hamster wheel, if you don’t know if you are in one. Pay attention to the monotony, feel one beat at a time, only when you align the beats in synergy, then you can hear them marching to you in unity.

What goes up comes down, what goes down will take flight.

Cringe your toes, and ride on the waves.

You can’t change what is there, but you can change what you think of it.

Patterns, break them.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

.About Today.

We did sound recording today. At Washington Square Park.

My partner - Manuel (from Uruguay) brought me to see a really neat young gal, in her red polkadot dress, sat on a small tool along the streets near Union Square, where her little old, black typewriter and some white paper sat fitted nicely on a small wooden table.

She writes poems for people. A street poet. Just give her a topic, a word, a poem for someone you loved, or whatever thing that mean anything (or not) to you. She wants to write, she's hoping to get hired, and she just want to practice. I told her to write about, "Today". She has nice misty gray eyes.

About Today

Last of the dark gray days was yesterday
melting into a new groove
boiled out of the old
speaking a new sound
grasping at old straws
hands tied firmly to here and now
taking the form of a passing cloud

July 8, 2009
New York

Saturday, July 4, 2009

.Me in NYC.

Well I am barely online (for now), even hard to get on twitter until i get my internet access on Monday.

Meanwhile, catch me on my NY blog - but is set up for our homework n research updates. )

I'll get back to this when I do get online at home.

Btw, I stay next to a Jazz bar at St Marks Place. Which is also known as "little japan".

Love my apartment, love the neighborhood.

N oh, my course mates r pretty cool too. ;)

Here's a cut of neverland - Coney Island: