I was just reading the current issue of Rolling Stones featuring Sheryl Crow and Fiona Apple. It covers how and why Fiona took 7 years to complete her current recently released album. I am a fan of Fiona and was listening to the album about 2 months ago. Unfortunately I didn't find it to be anything special. On the other hand, I came across someone I haven't encountered before. Her name is Sia and the famous track is called Breathe Me from the finale of Six Feet Under. Below are the lyrics from the song.
Help, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And the worst part is there's noone else to blame [chorus] Be my friend, hold me Wrap me up, un-fold me I am small, and needy Warm me up, and breathe me Ouch, I have lost myself again Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found Yeah, I think that I might break Lost myself again and I feel unsafe
Now here you go again You say you want your freedom Well who am I to keep you down? It's only right that you should Play it the way you feel it But listen carefully to the sound Of your loneliness Like a heartbeat... drives you mad In the stillness of remembering what you had And what you lost... And what you had... And what you lost... Thunder only happens when it's raining Players only love you when they're playing Say... women... they will come and they will go When the rain washes you clean... you'll know Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions I keep my visions to myself It's only me Who wants to wrap around your dreams, and... Have you any dreams you'd like to sell? Dreams of loneliness... Like a heartbeat... drives you mad... In the stillness of remembering What you had... And what you lost... What you had... And what you lost... Thunder only happens when it's raining Players only love you when they're playing Say... women... they will come and they will go When the rain washes you clean... you'll know You will know... Oh, you'll know...
by Stevie Nicks
This has been my favorite song since I was in high school. Who knew, Stevie was also a San Jose State Alumni.
Some background on Dreams
how can a wreck be beautiful? As a society, we love to romanticize. Julia Roberts, Gwyneth Paltrow, and a whole of list of movie stars make a wonderful living by cranking out gushy and drippingly sweet romantic movies. We romanticize love by believing that it can last forever. Does it ever?
When we come to realize that it doesn’t, we romanticize breakups. Do you recall Charlotte’s marriage in Sex in the City ? The media shows how adult the two people involved can take it. Two sides meet face-to-face across a table with their respective lawyers and both sign a piece of paper. C’est tout…. it’s done!!!
Is it ever that clean and frank? Where are the dishes flung across the room? Where are the hurtful words that flow across the lovers’ lips like so much spit into the ocean? And where is the lingering pain of a dream shattered?
We romanticize war by showing how bravely the men fight and how pure their idealism is. Most of the truth lies in the gutter where men are screaming at their body parts having been blown to bits. They are screaming in pain worse than the babies that are recently birthed. It is downright ugly. Life is ugly, full of pain and warts.
However in our society, ugliness is just not politically correct. Rarely is it seen. We hide away our elderly population because we are afraid of all the messiness and clumsiness that old age brings. We take to plastic surgery with such gusto to get rid of the imperfections that make us human. And we never mature or grow up to the acceptance of life.
I remember my first computer modem that opened me up to the connected world. It was 300 baud and one of the few bulletin boards which I frequented often was called “The Shark’s Head”. This was in the San Jose area (making sure calls were local was extremely important back then). The Shark’s Head was a place where amateur writers, poets, or poet-wanna-bes like me could share our writing. The technology we used back then was so arcane but the community and the content we produced was extremely rich.
Fast-forward to today. I am helping build and improve Cisco’s routers. 100Mbit connections are the lowest ethernet speed that the machine supports. Middle-line are 1 Gigabit and 10 Gigabit fiber connections. The sheer number of packets which flow here boggles the human imagination. I typically use the IXXIA traffic generating equipment to pump data into the routers for testing. The typical ethernet speeds are 1 Gigabit. Can you imagine the sheer number of data flying by? Often in humourous times, I equate this to shovelling ethernet packets.
Yet with all the vast amounts of bits flying all over the world today (as compared to 10 years ago), have we made better use of our connectivity? My observation says no. In fact, the quality of the content which we have in the virtual world is diminishing every day. There is just so much more junk floating around and going around. I look at my email filter statistics and see that 80% of the mail I receive are SPAM. And it is only increasing as time passes. Are we in the midst of an internet excess?