As of this post I am 29 years and a month and a half old @ 2:36am. I decided that for this last year of my twenties that I would do things that I wouldn't normally do. Things that I have always wanted to do but never had the drive to do because I always made an excuse. On my Birthday I started to do a Vlog a day for the next 365 days. A feat that is usually abandoned after the first week. I so far am a month and a half into it. I missed a couple of days due to illness and laziness... but I am still going strong to make sure I have 365 or more Vlog's by the time I turn 30.
I have been contemplating for the last few weeks why I am even doing this. I don't have millions and millions of viewers and subscribers but yet I still get a video up making sure that at the least is entertaining to my audience(family and friends). I think I came up with my answer while spacing out at my desk during lunch. I wanted to leave something for my progeny. Yes I could leave an heirloom or a picture of me or my estate but in the industry that I work in you realize that life isn't just about things. Its about leaving a legacy that people in the future can be proud of.
I often wonder if I had a conversation with my father when he was 29 what that would be like. What was his hopes and dreams. What were his goals for his family. Was he even the young man that I imagined him to be. Now of course I could still ask my father what he was like back when he was at that age but I feel that time and the experiences has changed him. The way he thinks at this point in time is not the same way he was thinking when he was a young husband and father looking for work around the world.
Right now I record a video a day and I write once every few days when my insomnia starts to kick in. I will look back at these and laugh at how bad my grammar is. But what I think is important is that as my children have children and then I move on to the after life I know that I left them something that they can see how I was like when I was 29. My hopes, my dreams, my aspirations. Or if none of that is conveyed then at least they get to see what I was like. How I acted like a fool in front of the camera to show the people of the world that they can have a better day just as long as they have the right attitude.
One day I hope to be uploaded onto the internet before I die. If the technology is not there before I kick the bucket then at the least I have place a little bit of me online. I want the people that have descended from me to understand some of the simpler things in life here in 2012. If I had my way I would make a program that I would be able to download the way my brain works and create a pseudo version of my self so that my great great great grand kids can talk to me and ask questions. Would they be interested? Either way I thin kthis train of thought is starting to wane in my brain. I am hoping one day to complete it (my thought) and have the reason why someone would want to talk to someone who no longer exists.
Thanks for taking the time to read my Blog. I hope you have a better day! Cheers!
Friday 14 September 2012
Wednesday 12 September 2012
Technology is Amazing
I have always been fascinated by computers. I enjoy the games and the activities that have been available because of computers. Being able to speak to people across great distance by Skype is absolutely amazing. I only dreamed of these types of technologies would happen a hundred years later as in Star Trek times. But now it is a reality. I post up YouTube videos and post blogs and have many different people across the world look at and even enjoy the content I create.
When I was studying web design in school, I never thought that web templates would hold water. But human ingenuity has created such websites that I use on a daily basis. I have a Facebook,YouTube, Blogger and all I have to do is update that content. The internet is so much more accessible these days. Even my 92 year old grandmother uses face time.
I can't imagine what my grandmother is experiencing. She was born in 1920 in a rural part of the Philippines. From dirt roads and teaching on a black board now she see's her family halfway across the world and has a regular conversation with us on her iPhone. From what she has seen in the movies is the reality that the whole world lives in every day.
How would we use these new found powers? The ability to share ones insight on a topic just by a swift stroke of the keyboard and gentle click of a mouse is mind boggling. Before it was by the word of mouth how things got popular. Broadcasting on television and advertisements were shown to the masses. Now one quick Tweet and then millions of people are in the know. Not even a second can pass and thousands upon thousands of people will know how a celebrity feels at that instant. Is all this relevant? I think so. In a time where some people don't have human contact. I think it is important.
I am not saying I am a recluse. I have plenty human interactions every day. The question is how are the people who don't have that interaction cope? I believe these types of media is a good way to connect people who can't normally leave their homes. Express their thoughts with a single tweet. If used right I think this age we live in can benefit everyone.
Did I make sense in this Post? Probably Not. This just the random things in my head that needed to come out. Consider it a dusting of my brain. Hope you all have a great night! Cheers!
When I was studying web design in school, I never thought that web templates would hold water. But human ingenuity has created such websites that I use on a daily basis. I have a Facebook,YouTube, Blogger and all I have to do is update that content. The internet is so much more accessible these days. Even my 92 year old grandmother uses face time.
I can't imagine what my grandmother is experiencing. She was born in 1920 in a rural part of the Philippines. From dirt roads and teaching on a black board now she see's her family halfway across the world and has a regular conversation with us on her iPhone. From what she has seen in the movies is the reality that the whole world lives in every day.
How would we use these new found powers? The ability to share ones insight on a topic just by a swift stroke of the keyboard and gentle click of a mouse is mind boggling. Before it was by the word of mouth how things got popular. Broadcasting on television and advertisements were shown to the masses. Now one quick Tweet and then millions of people are in the know. Not even a second can pass and thousands upon thousands of people will know how a celebrity feels at that instant. Is all this relevant? I think so. In a time where some people don't have human contact. I think it is important.
I am not saying I am a recluse. I have plenty human interactions every day. The question is how are the people who don't have that interaction cope? I believe these types of media is a good way to connect people who can't normally leave their homes. Express their thoughts with a single tweet. If used right I think this age we live in can benefit everyone.
Did I make sense in this Post? Probably Not. This just the random things in my head that needed to come out. Consider it a dusting of my brain. Hope you all have a great night! Cheers!
Sunday 9 September 2012
Break Dance and a Blank Canvas
It is actually 3:40 Am... why am I awake? Well it is because I just finished my edit of my newest vlog. Added some picture in picture put a little comedy into it and I think a good all around video. Change is good. I spent this Saturday watching the HGTV while mixing the cover song I do every Saturday. It was a labour of love. The song that I covered was Make You Feel My Love by Bob Dylan. Actually I covered a cover of that song. The artist who covered it was Adele. Apparently that song has been covered by many different musicians. From Billy Joel to Garth Brooks and Kelly Clarkson even.
I am very impressed at how many covered this song. I think it is a learning for them. Such a well written song and what a wonderful way to tell someone you care about them... Or make them feel uncomfortable. Love songs are easily written some are contrived some are just plain sweet. I myself have yet to write a love song. I think I am still looking for the right words or the right melody. One of these days I will hunker down and write something that everyone can sing to the ones they love. For now I am still in search for those words.
On today's video I spoke about a painting that I own. It is quite an inspiring painting. It combines the love of music and dance into the art form of paint. The break dancers who thought of it were brilliant. They painted this piece of blank white canvas red, wrapped around particle board and with paint brushes in hand danced to their harts content. As I look at it I wonder at what song was playing while they created this piece of art. What were their moods. How were they feeling that day that made them move the way they moved. Their souls have been captured in time on canvas. Not with a single brush stroke with a finely trained hand but with the dedication to their dance and every single movement of their body. Break dancers inspire me. I am not the best dancer in the world but from time to time I express my self with dance.
I tried long ago to learn how to break dance. I picked up a few moves here and there. Nothing serious. I just wanted to experience and feel the music as they did. I knew my limits and I appreciate to this days all the B-Boys and B-Girls out there still dancing. Breaking the rules but living their lives as they want to live.
This is the video about the Canvas
I am very impressed at how many covered this song. I think it is a learning for them. Such a well written song and what a wonderful way to tell someone you care about them... Or make them feel uncomfortable. Love songs are easily written some are contrived some are just plain sweet. I myself have yet to write a love song. I think I am still looking for the right words or the right melody. One of these days I will hunker down and write something that everyone can sing to the ones they love. For now I am still in search for those words.
On today's video I spoke about a painting that I own. It is quite an inspiring painting. It combines the love of music and dance into the art form of paint. The break dancers who thought of it were brilliant. They painted this piece of blank white canvas red, wrapped around particle board and with paint brushes in hand danced to their harts content. As I look at it I wonder at what song was playing while they created this piece of art. What were their moods. How were they feeling that day that made them move the way they moved. Their souls have been captured in time on canvas. Not with a single brush stroke with a finely trained hand but with the dedication to their dance and every single movement of their body. Break dancers inspire me. I am not the best dancer in the world but from time to time I express my self with dance.
I tried long ago to learn how to break dance. I picked up a few moves here and there. Nothing serious. I just wanted to experience and feel the music as they did. I knew my limits and I appreciate to this days all the B-Boys and B-Girls out there still dancing. Breaking the rules but living their lives as they want to live.
This is the video about the Canvas
Saturday 8 September 2012
Music is Art right?
So. It is 2 am and I have just decided that I will start writing a blog. I have always wanted to write a blog but never really had the energy to start one. I guess 2012 has made me do things that I thought I would have never been able to do. I left a good job at a very large oil company to try my hand at my own business within the financial services industry. I also started video logging on YouTube as well for the last year of my twenties.
Does doing a v-log and a blog seem redundant to you? I feel very awkward when I am in front of my webcam and my iPhone talking to maybe the ten to fifty viewers I have on my YouTube Channel. I think I will keep this as a separate output for all of the crazy things that go on inside my head.
I spent this Friday at home sulking and cleaning. Played one too many games of League of Legends and ate enough hot salami to make people with gout cringe. The weekend is here and I can't even seem to rejoice. I was usually the first one to get people excited for the weekend now I feel like I am the party-pooper that wants to stay home.
I want to do many things. I want to own my own restaurant, run a dog breeding business that breeds that ultimate super dog and do something that will make an impact in this world. I have searched high and low for the answer. I still can't seem to settle on what I want to do.
I pick up my guitar and strum the same four chords that have made people Millionaires. I stare out my half underground apartment suite on to the busy road across from one of Calgary's oldest Malls. And I sing and sing and sometimes for hours on end until my voice is raw. Every time I see a passer by I feel like I am performing to them . Singing to the world.
Do I feel as if my music has fallen on def ears? Not really. Then again; if a singer sings and plays his guitar in his apartment and there is no one there to hear it does that singer exist?
The life of an artist. Can I really call myself an artist? I have performed in front of hundreds maybe even thousands of people now collectively. The largest crowed that I have performed in front of was probably around 200 people. I write music and sing. I put my emotions that I can't talk about into the songs I write. Can that really be considered Art? Is there a difference between a musician and an artist? So many questions so late at night.
I still don't know if I want to go to bed or turn on the TV and vegetate for a while. I want to keep writing. This is the most I have ever put down into a blog. I think I like doing this. Placing some of the more odd thoughts I have into words feels just a little more natural. I hope whom ever comes across this blog will take what I write about with a grain of salt. Till my next post.
Does doing a v-log and a blog seem redundant to you? I feel very awkward when I am in front of my webcam and my iPhone talking to maybe the ten to fifty viewers I have on my YouTube Channel. I think I will keep this as a separate output for all of the crazy things that go on inside my head.
I spent this Friday at home sulking and cleaning. Played one too many games of League of Legends and ate enough hot salami to make people with gout cringe. The weekend is here and I can't even seem to rejoice. I was usually the first one to get people excited for the weekend now I feel like I am the party-pooper that wants to stay home.
I want to do many things. I want to own my own restaurant, run a dog breeding business that breeds that ultimate super dog and do something that will make an impact in this world. I have searched high and low for the answer. I still can't seem to settle on what I want to do.
I pick up my guitar and strum the same four chords that have made people Millionaires. I stare out my half underground apartment suite on to the busy road across from one of Calgary's oldest Malls. And I sing and sing and sometimes for hours on end until my voice is raw. Every time I see a passer by I feel like I am performing to them . Singing to the world.
Do I feel as if my music has fallen on def ears? Not really. Then again; if a singer sings and plays his guitar in his apartment and there is no one there to hear it does that singer exist?
The life of an artist. Can I really call myself an artist? I have performed in front of hundreds maybe even thousands of people now collectively. The largest crowed that I have performed in front of was probably around 200 people. I write music and sing. I put my emotions that I can't talk about into the songs I write. Can that really be considered Art? Is there a difference between a musician and an artist? So many questions so late at night.
I still don't know if I want to go to bed or turn on the TV and vegetate for a while. I want to keep writing. This is the most I have ever put down into a blog. I think I like doing this. Placing some of the more odd thoughts I have into words feels just a little more natural. I hope whom ever comes across this blog will take what I write about with a grain of salt. Till my next post.
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