Filed under: Music, Songs That Make You Think | Tags: emery, music, new song, songsthatmakeyouthink
Emery, I love you. Okay getting the mushy biz out of the way, Emery really is in my top two favorite bands of all time. I’ve known for a few weeks that they have a new album coming out in March and I’m looking forward to it with great anticipation! I had also been looking forward to hearing a new track off the record, something I knew would be happening very soon. Well today turned out to be the day. Some website released a radio edit of their single “Curse of Perfect Days” and it’s phenomenal. Emery is up to their usual antics, putting semi-dark lyrics over very upbeat happy music. The song really captures that nostalgia of reminiscing on the “good ol’ days.” At first listen I expected something a little heavier, given that they have said this is their heaviest record, but upon listening to it, the guitar work is fairly heavy. I initially heard a Jimmy Eat World influence, with an intro that’s nearly a carbon copy of “All We Know” by Paramore. Then the bridge hit, and Emery has hit this one out of the park. Their ability to channel intensity and anticipation into the quiet of the bridge is really spectacular. Also, the lyrics seriously hit home for me right now, as it captures a lot of the emotions of what I’ve been growing through [I meant to type "going through" but ended up typing "growing through," which is quite fitting, so I left it] over the months since I graduated. Here are the lyrics:
Tell me that I’m a fool
that I’m exaggerating the situation
’cause I’ve never been scared like this
of losing more than I have to give
It’s so unfair I believed I could handle this
I swore I could fix everything
But I can’t take my eyes off of you…
And we were still so cool
Our bodies smooth and young
The dreams of getting older
Were never supposed to come
The curse of perfect days
You forget just what you make
And you find yourself just praying
There’s something more than this life…
Something more than this life…
It’s so unfair I thought I could handle this
I swore I could fix anything
We believed we’d have our way
(And we did, and we did!)
The memories we have made
Every day was the best day of my life
I could never reclaim what I owe
(Or replace what we owe)
And even though I read the ending
Before the start
I would have never changed
A single part…
Tell me I’m a fool
Tell me I’m just scared
Say I’m such a drama queen
It’s not even fair
Let me see your eyes
The love that’s right behind
And I’ll promise you
That it will never die…
It will never die…
We were still so cool
Our bodies smooth and young
The dreams of getting older
Were never supposed to come
The curse of perfect days
You forget just what you make
And you find yourself just praying
That there’s something more than this life…
Oh we’re so much more than this life…
Curse of Perfect Days – Emery
Bravo, Emery, bravo!
Filed under: Adventures in the Slow-Carb Diet, Miscellaneous, Music | Tags: diet, food, music, Sunday
Alright
I finished my first week on the Slow-Carb diet.
Early observations:
- I have to eat a lot more food at each meal than I would expect/am used to
- Even eating more food, I find myself hungry about an hour or two after eating
- In general I am finding that I have more energy and just plain feel better most of the time
- Due to the amount of food required to eat, this diet is proving fairly expensive
- I love the cheat day
- I hate the cheat day
Today was the first cheat day, and I really went for it. My breakfast consisted of Swiss Cake Rolls, Keebler Jumbo Fudge Sticks, and Jones Green Apple Soda. It was delicious. The only thing remotely sweet I had had the entire week was a glass of lemonade Crystal Light that I had yesterday. My tongue danced with delight upon tasting something sweet. For lunch today I went out with my friends from church to Famous Dave’s and had a Texas Manhandler with fries and a dessert. So good. After that we went over to our friend Adam Burton’s house and watched the NFC and AFC championship games. Both the teams that I wanted to win won each game, so I was happy. While there, I had some Pringles, Chex Mix, and Sour Patch Kids. Then we ordered pizza. I had five slices. Then I came home and tried to get rid of as many Swiss Cake Rolls and those Fudge Sticks that I could so I wouldn’t have to look at them all week. I also drank two more Jones sodas. I’ve probably had WAYYYY too many calories today, but that’s what I was supposed to do. It was good to eat junk, and I succeeded in what the author of the diet said to do: eat so much junk that you don’t want to even look at it the rest of the week. Mission: accomplished. I’m craving my healthy food and drinking just water/tea/coffee again.
I don’t have a scale, so tracking weight loss is gonna be kind of hard to do. I have an estimated start weight, and I’m going to be taking weekly photographs of my physique until I’ve lost the weight I’m aiming to lose and then I’ll post them all in a blog so you can see the transition.
Today was fun, but it was also kind of a tough/frustrating/generally-life-draining day for reasons I couldn’t begin to explain. This blog is really helpful for me to vent and get out my frustrations with the world, but there are some topics and issues that are to be kept secret because either they’ll either reveal something I have no desire for anyone else to know or they’re on sensitive subject matter that I don’t want certain people to know about. I’m allowed to keep some things secret. It’s just frustrating because I want so badly to vent about it but I’m not going to do it here. Maybe if I kept a personal journal. I kind of do, but I haven’t written in it for close to a year. Maybe I’ll pick it up one of these days. Maybe not.
Meh.
I’m kind of angry that I have Bruno Mars stuck in my head right now. One reason I hate mainstream music is because I swear there is some secret algorithm they use when they write the song that makes it attach to your brain like a remora… or cancer. Probably cancer. Cheap tactics, mainstream music writers, very cheap…
And thank you for getting that song stuck in my head. You know who you are…
That “thank you” was sarcastic.
Filed under: Adventures in the Slow-Carb Diet, Miscellaneous, Music | Tags: decoder, diet, food, music
If you can’t tell, I like using lyrics as my blog titles sometimes…
Today was my first day on the Slow-Carb Diet, and let me say, I did not go hungry! I think that’s my favorite thing about this diet, besides the one-day-off-per-week thing: if you’re hungry, eat. It’s not about starving yourself, it’s just about eating the right things. I like that.
Here’s what I had for breakfast: two organic brown eggs, supplemented with organic egg whites, fried in butter and laid over a bed of spinach. Topped with salsa. A pork cutlet fried in olive oil and seasoned. A side of cottage cheese. A cup of English Breakfast tea (which has been most soothing to the sore throat I’ve had for the past three days.)

It was delicious. I think I’ll try to lock in this meal with little variation as my breakfast.
For lunch I sautéed some onions in olive oil and then fried and seasoned some grass-fed beef cuts. Also had some steamed vegetables and black beans. Too much black beans. I’m going to use less next time. I’m not very fond of them plain, and ended up mixing the onions with them to improve the flavor.

The beef was delectable, and the vegetables were quite good. I kinda forced down the beans, but I did what was necessary to get my legume intake!
Dinner was simpler. I worked 3pm-11pm today so I had to pack a basic dinner. Ended up making a robust salad with romaine lettuce, spinach, broccoli, carrots, snap peas, chicken, and Italian dressing. I also brought some cottage cheese as well. It all mixed together quite nicely. I don’t have a picture of it, so use your imagination!
I had a cup of Yerba Mate tea when I got home to try and soothe this pesky sore throat, but it’s still as painful as ever. I also filtered my cold press coffee into the growler. Looking forward to that in the morning.
I need a new car battery.
I’ve been listening to the band Decoder’s self-titled new album. It’s quite good. It’s made up of ex-members of Oceana, Of Machines, and VersaEmerge… three bands I am quite fond of. I can definitely hear the Oceana and Of Machines influence. The VersaEmerge one isn’t so easy to pinpoint. It’s good, though, and I recommend it.
Rise Records really has a good lineup of bands, and today they announced the addition of Memphis May Fire. If you don’t know them, you should. Look them up right now.
Anyways, I need to do my Bible reading and go to bed.
Falling from the sky, day one
You never learned to fly
Falling into the ocean, day seven
You never learned to swim
Sinking to the bottom of the ocean, day twenty
How could you see the bottom?
Sinking to the bottom of the ocean, day one hundred
Day one hundred, day one hundred…
Falling From the Sky: Day Seven – Norma Jean
Filed under: Miscellaneous, Music, Songs That Make You Think | Tags: music, songsthatmakeyouthink, TREOS
… yeeaaaaaaheeeyeahhhh. DISCLAIMER: this is a song lyric and a metaphor for what this post is about, not some suicide note. Sleep soundly!
What I mean by that line, which is probably the most repeated and iconic line from the TREOS album Between the Heart and the Synapse, is that tonight, today, Sunday, January16th, 2011, is the last day in this body. Tomorrow, I am starting the Slow-Carb diet, and continuing my daily Bible reading. I’m throwing away my old self and becoming something new. I know I can’t get a blank slate, but I’m looking at this as a fresh start. I’m taking control back from… myself. With the love and support of all those praying for me, and the everlasting promise that my God is with me, I’m reclaiming my body from the laziness, indiscipline, gluttony, indifference, and sinfulness that has clung to it like a pestilential scab. I want to transform it into a healthy temple as my response to His faithfulness. With this I go forth, into the unknown. It won’t be easy, and it won’t necessarily be fun, but what’s necessary isn’t always fun, and the rewards will be worthwhile.
So long, former self!
Guess what? There’s a TREOS song for this very situation! It’s their probably most well-known song, and their bassist Brendan Brown had this to say about it:
“If anything I would say I live by the standards I set for myself and strive to obtain them daily. This is where the lyric ‘This is the last night in my body.’ comes from. It was and is about being unsatisfied with how I am living and vowing to my self to never just settle or accept the way I am living.”
I felt it necessary to attach the lyrics and YouTube link:
Planning a Prison Break by The Receiving End of Sirens
Warden’s calling for a lock-down, baby
He’ll call on interim iniquities
This is the last night in my body
Assist in the escape…
Warden’s calling for a jailbreak baby,
so he’ll fly like only a jailbird could
Like a felon, he fell into scandals,
scams and masterplans
to circumvent all circumstances
He thought to his throat,
“we can swallow this key
and leave when we please”
Lets hope his stomach disagrees
Warden’s calling for a lock-down, baby
He’ll call on interim iniquities
This is the last night in my body
Assist in the escape…
Warden’s calling for a jailbreak baby,
so he’ll fly like only a jailbird could
“Make a clean getaway”, he said
with his arms outstretched
to nurse her neck
She lured him in
with a masochistic kiss
and he wished he could
be anywhere but here
Warden’s calling for a lock-down, baby
He’ll call on interim iniquities
This is the last night in my body
Assist in the escape…
Warden’s calling for a jailbreak baby,
so he’ll fly like only a jailbird could
Arm in arm we walk outside so that all we’ve
done was not in vain
Somehow for now this skin will have to do
This is the last night in my body.
Warden’s calling for a lock-down, baby
He’ll call on interim iniquities
This is the last night in my body
Assist in the escape…
Warden’s calling for a jailbreak baby,
so he’ll fly like only a jailbird could
Arm in arm we walk outside so that all we’ve
done was not in vain
Somehow for now this skin will have to do
This is the last night in my body.
This is the last night in my body, yeah…
I’ve had enough.
I’ve grown sick and tired of being the person I have grown to hate throughout the years of my life. I detailed who “the person” I have become and why I hate him here. I simply can’t live like this anymore, and I’m not going to sit around and wait for change that isn’t going to happen. My current self isn’t motivated toward change. He would rather sit idle, growing into the depraved, gelatinous blob he is coming to resemble. People have said “how can you view yourself so negatively? Keep in mind that God created you just the way you are and He loves you.” Well, yes and no. God does love me no matter what I look like, but he didn’t make me into who I am. I did. I brought myself here through sins and disobedience. I believed I could control my life and be a good person. Belief was enough. I didn’t have to actually follow Christ. I mean, I’m a basically good person right? I thought about that question and realized: no, I’m not. I’m embarrassed by what I’ve become. For me to go on living and not change isn’t returning the love He gives me. I can no longer live as I have knowing God loves me no matter what and using that excuse to not better myself.
I’ve never in my life read through the entire Bible. To claim sola Scriptura and to have not read it in its entirety is shameful. Three days ago, I started the M’Cheyne Bible Reading Plan, which brings you through a reading the entire Old Testament once and the New Testament and the Psalms twice throughout the course of a year. Having a structured plan laid out is the only way I’m going to actually read through the Bible in a year. I need structure for this kind of thing. Admittedly, it’s going to feel a lot like homework for awhile. I’m doing it as an act of obedience, and I’d be lying if I told you it’s really what my heart desires, but I believe desire will follow after obedience. So, for now, I’m forcing myself to do it. I humbly ask for your prayers that God will sustain me and enable me to complete this task, and also that He will spark a desire in my heart and a longing for Him, and pray that He will provide me with discipline.
This is going to require copious amounts of discipline, and I think it will be helpful to me during this reading to become disciplined in another area of my life. Ever since I can remember, I’ve been considerably overweight. So overweight, in fact, that my attempts at being active and exercising only result in injury because my body is too big to support itself. I expressed my frustration over this in that previous post I linked to. I had been reluctant to attack this issue from another angle, but that time has come. My good friend Peter Larson brought to my attention something called the Slow-Carb Diet. I’ve been soooooooo against dieting for simple fact that I love food and I love to eat. However, this love is interfering with my health, and this diet is something I think I can really pull off. It’s going to be brutal, and it’s not meant to be fun, but it certainly has its rewards, both in the long run and weekly. A synopsis of the diet can be read here. Many facets of this diet entice me. For one, it’s not a diet in which you starve yourself. It’s simply a diet where you eliminate foods that cause you to gain weight, and continue eating proteins and slow carbohydrates. Parts of it will be difficult: no bread/grains/pasta, no sugar, no fruit (frowny face). I have been paying attention to what I eat in preparation for this diet to see just how much my eating will change. I think almost everything I’ve eaten in the past few days is off limits. There will be some adjusting, but it doesn’t mean it has to taste bad. Meat is still fair game, as are all vegetables, as well as beans and eggs. You’re even allowed a can of diet soda a day. I hate diet soda, so that shouldn’t be too hard to limit myself to, and it will help with my sweet fix. But the best part of this diet comes at the end of every week. You see, one day a week, you’re supposed to break all of the rules of the diet. This ensures that your metabolic rate doesn’t downshift from extended caloric restriction. It’s sort of the same concept as muscle confusion in working out, something that P90X made into a household term. Essentially, it doesn’t let your body get into a rhythm. By eating whatever I want one day a week, I’m keeping my body on its toes and not letting it slip into a groove. Yes, in this diet, eating like crap one day a week can actually increase fat loss! Peter started the diet this past Monday. Tomorrow (Saturday) is his first Dieters Gone Wild day, and he tells me he’s looking forward to drinking coke and eating candy. On my DGW days, I’ll probably down full bottles of Gold Peak sweet tea and eat fruit like the dickens. I’m setting my DGW days up to be on Sundays because those are the days I usually will go out to eat after church, so that gives me the ability to eat at Famous Dave’s or eat my mom’s delicious food at her house and have it be encouraged by the diet. So, this Sunday, I’m going grocery shopping. I’m putting the remainders of my current food in a Sunday box and putting it away. I think having the cross-discipline between eating right and reading my Bible religiously (see what I did there?) will be beneficial and help me keep disciplined across the board.
Again, this is just the beginning. I have a lot of work to do on myself before I can say I’m even a respectable person, but I’m being obedient and making progress. Spending time in the word and improving the condition of my temple of the Holy Spirit will be a form of worship, thus bringing more motivation to persevere. I implore anyone reading this to keep me in your prayers during this year, as I will be leaning heavily on the mercy of God to make this all possible!
In my reading today I came across a verse I would like to share.
Acts 4:11-12
“This Jesus is the stone that was rejected by you, the builders, which has become the cornerstone. And there is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved.“
Thank you, friends, and go with God.
Filed under: Miscellaneous | Tags: currency, God, job hunting, philosophy, thoughts, trust
I hate job hunting. It is one of the most frustrating and draining things in the world. Every time I job hunt, I get myself pumped up and optimistic about it, like “today is the day where I’ll find the perfect posting for the perfect job!” This quickly shifts to “today, I’ll find a job that my education and experience fits,” and then, again, shifts to “today, I’ll be lucky if I find a job that I have the credentials for” or “today, I’ll be lucky if I find one job even remotely close to what my education and experience has prepared me for.” It’s life-sucking to, day after day, spend time looking for a job and realizing there aren’t any for you. Oh there’s jobs aplenty out there, but none for you. There’s nothing entry-level for a physics major with a math background that isn’t either “technical sales” (a.k.a. I’d be miserable because I hate sales) or something completely unrelated to anything I’m interested in.
I’ve heard it argued on both sides: take any job you can get if the pay is right, and conversely, take a job you will love… would you rather get good pay and be miserable? At this point, I don’t know the answer, but the last thing I’m going to do is trust what other people say. Hell, they’re the ones who got me into this mess with their deception in the first place. They’ve lost that privilege in my book. I’m going to do what I think is best, because you simply can’t trust other people. I’m hardly worthy of the trust I put in myself, but I’ve been let down by the insight of others enough times that putting trust in myself over other people is a no-brainer. In actuality, I’m not so much putting trust in myself as I am putting my trust in God. I don’t know how long he wants to keep me in this season of life. I sure hope not much longer, but when He sees fit, that job will be provided.
It seems almost counter-intuitive to trust in something intangible rather than yourself, but it’s out of necessity rather than preference. People, in general and including myself, are simply not trustworthy. We have such limited knowledge and wisdom that we do not deserve to be given that trust. We’ll just muck it up, and we never fail to fail. There’s only one being in this universe worthy of trust, and that is the Creator God. Logically, the holder of all power and wisdom is the only authority worthy of being trusted. I’m sure people will retort this, saying “If people ask and believe, God will enter into their hearts. Is that then not enough reason to trust them?” No. It isn’t.
I believe. I’ve asked God into my heart. However, this does not magically transform me into a creature who is without sin, who gains infinite knowledge and wisdom. I sin every day. My knowledge is so extraordinarily limited, my wisdom so nearsighted, that it becomes apparent to me that in God alone shall we put our trust. It’s written on our currency, the words “In God We Trust.” I’m sure for the overwhelming majority of Americans, that is just a nice trinket of religious rhetoric leftover from our predecessors, but to think about the statement: in God we trust. In Him we find our confidence. Of Him, we can be sure.
I’d be sinning, by way of lies, if I said that this was an easy thing. I have struggled with nary a thing more difficult than trusting God because I am a control freak. So much of my control-freakism comes from my instinct to trust in myself and no one else. My instincts tell me to be independent. But I have to deny myself and trust in God. After all, I’m one in billions of people that he has created. What would I know? Logically, which is apparently what my scientific brain is supposed to adhere to, to trust in anything or anyone other than God is foolishness. This is something I have to remind myself of everyday.
There are certain people very close to me in whom I have put some amount of trust because I know they truly care for me and want what’s best for me. This is pretty exclusive to immediate family and my closest, closest friends. So I’m sorry, but if you’re not in that small contingent, you do not have my trust, and if I’m not in yours, frankly I wouldn’t give any trust to me.
Trust is a currency that we should keep very close to the chest. There is only one bank in which we can confidently and safely deposit this currency, and that’s in the Almighty. Other than that, I suggest being extremely selective of who you put your trust in, and those who you don’t, take everything they say with a grain of salt and a dash of skepticism.
These body parts are parts of plans, passed by my hands, my hands, my hands shake through handshakes, forsaken by limbs. My limbs sing the hymns, the hymns of a tyrant in a crumbling pantheon, as inhabitants will raise their fists and bid him to disarm. Check my vitals. The truth is vile but vital to this cause. I’ve been held hostage, a captive of this passive shell. Give me gravity, give me clarity, give me something to rely on…
This Armistice – The Receiving End of Sirens
Filed under: Miscellaneous, Music | Tags: logo, marley & me, music, myband, pets, TREOS
As a band, we’ve been putting together a list of things for our label, Zerobudget Records, and one of the things needed is our most current logo. Since we’re writing new material, we figured a logo refresh would be nice. We’ve been voting amongst ourselves, but I thought it might be cool to get some input from the public.
Click on the image below to get a full resolution view of the logos.
We need a little help making a decision. In the poll, vote on which design you like best: 1 through 6, or staying with the current logo.
I appreciate your votes, it will help us in our decision making!
I saw Marley & Me for the first time tonight. Yeah I know, that was sooooo two years ago. I already knew the ending, but even still, I couldn’t hold back tears, especially since I grew up with a wiener dog and dread the day when she’s no longer with us. My mom has this saying that if you have never loved an animal, there is a special part of your soul that has never been awakened. I think this is true, and having loved many animals over the years (and currently… I love my geckos and our wiener dog), I can attest to the special bond you form. It’s reassuring to me that there is a God, because when you think about it, it’s very strange that we have such real relationships with dogs or other animals. To bring a different species of being into our homes and make it a part of the family is just not natural. It’s supernatural. God provided us with animals for so many purposes. They provide us with food, clothing in some cases, and companionship. He provides.
Besides the poll, this is a fairly disappointing post. There isn’t much to say because there isn’t much going on in my life that I haven’t written about already. Still working on the new song. Still listening to TREOS a LOT. Probably about 79% of the time I listen to music now, I listen to TREOS, and that is wonderful. People always think I’m crazy when I tell them I can listen to a CD over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over again. I tell them, “obviously you haven’t listened to The Receiving End of Sirens! If you’d like your life changed, look them up!” Seriously. They are the best band that’s ever made music. Screw you, Beatles. I’m going to get crucified for that last comment by a lot of angry people, I’m sure, but there’s no written law saying I have to like the Beatles. And I don’t.
Okay now I’m rambling. I’m going to sleep.
I wish I had a career.
I watched you steal away a man’s best years with the drumming of his fingers and the kicking of his heels. I watched you put away your sweetest sins. I watched tempters satisfy with the sweet taste of wasted time.
Oubliette (Disappear) – The Receiving End of Sirens
Filed under: Music | Tags: concerts, music, music writing, recording, shows, TREOS
This morning I came across my friend Jeff Sparks’s Facebook post about having an extra ticket to the show at Station 4 tonight. I had the date on my calendar for months because of the truly epic lineup, but then it sold out before I got a ticket and I figured I wouldn’t be able to go. As luck would have it, I got to go, and it was one of the better shows I’ve seen.
The lineup included:
We Came As Romans
For Today
The Word Alive
Woe, is Me
Texas in July
Lions Lions
All the bands were seriously impressive, minus WCAR. They had a rough day with their tour bus breaking down and arrived to the show about 20 minutes after they were supposed to start playing. They didn’t seem quite in sync throughout the show, and to say their singer had a rough go of it would be putting it nicely. Still, glad they made it. For Today was there and they always bring the fury of the Holy Spirit. Hearing their lead singer Mattie preach to a crowd of kids is awesome. He’s so on fire for God. Although I must say it is a little weird to hear a crowd cheer when Mattie speaks of Jesus Christ, and then hear them passionately sing along to other bands’ with lyrics laced with the F-word. The juxtaposition was just… interesting. All in all though, good show.
I was looking for jobs the other day when I came across one that looked so right up my alley it was ridiculous. It was entry level for someone in with a physics degree who has taken optics courses and done optics research (i.e. me). And then I looked at the location: Rochester, New York. Oh well, hopefully something like that comes along here.
It’s nice to be working on music again. Pouring effort into this new song and getting it recorded as we’re writing it is a good escape for me. It takes my mind of the issues that press on my mind constantly. Writing it with Hunter, who’s living in Marshalltown, IA, is a lot of fun, and the distance is not hindering our efforts whatsoever. I’ve never written a song this way, writing while simultaneously recording a demo version of it. I think it’s going to be helpful because once it’s finished, it’ll be easy to present and convey what the general idea of the song is, which can be hard if it’s all in your head and all you have is lyrics and a chord progression (or less). Looking forward to finishing it and recording it for real. It’s certainly our most ambitious work to date, and I still have doubts we’d be able to play it live. We’d definitely need a track playing in the background. There’s a lot of electronics going on and about 4 guitar parts (for a band with 2 guitarists. Yesssss.) To give you an idea, the song sounds like us, but with a strong TREOS influence. Coincidence? No. I love TREOS, and emulating them in our own way makes my musical side happy.
I’m seriously wiped out.
Going to bed.
On a final note, congrats to my friends Brice and Colleen LaBelle for tying the knot today!
I’m the fervor of the fever you can’t sweat. I’m the garment, stuck to your skin, drenched and dripping wet. I’m the spring of flowing fume and fret. I’m the melody stuck in your head.
The Crop and the Pest – The Receiving End of Sirens
… gecko day. I know how exciting that sounds. If you didn’t know this about me (which would mean you didn’t read the “About the Author” on the left column there…) I own two juvenile New Caledonian crested geckos named Morgan and Adrienne. I had plans to spend time today cleaning out my terrarium and trying to solve my humidity problem. You see, my geckos need a decently high level of humidity (60-80%) on a regular basis, though the tank should be allowed to dip lower (preferably not below 40%) throughout the duration of the day which would help control mold. Well, with how dry my house is, I would spray my terrarium in the morning and upon checking it a few hours later, the humidity would have plunged to 15-20%!!! My poor geckos must have been in so much pain.
I felt like a change needed to be made, and given the fact that the terrarium also needed to be cleaned, and the fact that I didn’t work today, I decided it was a good day to show my geckos some love. The first change I decided to make was trying a different substrate. I had been using CocoSoft loose coconut fiber, which looks okay but I don’t think it’s been holding moisture well. Plus, at the time I was planning to replace the old substrate with new substrate, I couldn’t find my CocoSoft. I headed out to Petco (or Petgo, for some… you know who you are) and got a big sack of EcoEarth ground up coconut fiber. It’s finer than the loose material, which concerns me a little bit as far as feeding my geckos crickets goes. If they lunge after one that’s walking on the ground, they can accidentally ingest some of the substrate and this can cause impaction, which can lead to death. When it’s time to feed them crickets again, I might take them out and feed them outside the terrarium, at least until they’re bigger and can handle ingesting trace amounts of coco fiber.
Next I headed to Cub Foods to address my next problem. Even the filtered Buhl water I had been using for my geckos was leaving very bad water spots on the glass. I did some research on how to prevent this without using distilled water, which can be harmful over time. Apparently, reverse osmosis water leaves the least amount of water spots, and fortunately Cub Foods has those dispensers of it where you fill your own jug. A cool 69¢ later, I was on my way home.
Upon spelunking in the basement some more, I found my terrarium box, in which was my bag of CocoSoft and terrarium moss. I didn’t care much about the CocoSoft, but the terrarium moss I decided to use to my advantage this time around. Once I emptied the terrarium of all contents (minus the background which I think is actually impossible to get out without breaking) I gave it a thorough cleaning with vinegar and water and let it dry out. I then put down the base layer of Hydroballs, follwed by a square of window screen to act as a liner, and then I poured the EcoEarth down into a good floor layer, spraying between additions to dampen it through and through.
Once the base layer was down, I had to figure out how to arrange all of the main components. I have a J-shaped piece of Mopani wood that has always sat on the ground and leaned against a side of the cage. I wanted to find a way to have the Mopani wood off of the ground and have it seem like it’s coming out of the background. I came up with a clever suspension system and hung the wood (haha euphemism) at about mid-level in the terrarium. After arranging the piece of driftwood and all the foliage, I decided to start getting creative with the moss. Its absorbent qualities help keep the humidity up for a longer period of time, so I arranged some on the floor of the terrarium to look natural around the base of my driftwood piece and then got creative in hanging it all over near the ceiling of the terrarium. I used it to cleverly conceal the suspension system. It looks quite lush and tropical in there now. I’m quite pleased.
This evening I went over to my parent’s townhouse to help my mom who has a broken foot. I brought over catfish and macaroni and we made fried catfish in her cast iron skillet and President Reagan’s recipe baked mac ‘n cheese (YUMMMM). Delicious. When I came home this evening, I was pleased to see the humidity in the terrarium had dropped to just below 50%. I think I might have a winning setup here!
I’ve been looking forward to the day when they’re more grown up because I want to eventually build a vivarium for them. I’d get a bigger terrarium, make my own background, and set it up to have living plants and a waterfall and a misting system and all the deluxe works my geckos deserve!
So that was my day. Full of gecko care and good food. Oh, and of course listening to The Receiving End of Sirens pretty much all day. Of course. Let’s be honest here.
This would have been the first post in a long time that I hadn’t mentioned music at all. Well. I mentioned it. Mission accomplished.
Sticks and stones won’t break my bones… it’s the branches and boulders I shoulder
Pale Blue Dot – The Receiving End of Sirens
Filed under: Music, Songs That Make You Think | Tags: lyrics, music, songsthatmakeyouthink, thereceivingendofsirens, weightlessunderwater
Part of me died the day that The Receiving End of Sirens broke up. It almost seemed unfair for a band to only release two masterpieces and then call it quits. Everyone knows a band’s third album is (usually) their best. TREOS had destroyed the “sophomore slump” with The Earth Sings Mi Fa Mi, and I could only wonder what marvels would manifest on their next album. The news of them breaking up marked this first time one of my top favorite bands broke up. I’m dreading the day Emery does the same. Fortunately, after that day, they had at least one more gem in them. When they released the vinyl of Between the Heart and the Synapse they recorded a new song, with ALL of the members, including Casey Crescenzo (now of The Dear Hunter). The song formed a perfect blend between BTHATS and TESMFM. It gave us an idea what TREOS would sound like had Casey never left. It’s bittersweet, because I love The Dear Hunter but I loved TREOS first. Anyways, they released the new track “Weightless Underwater” with the vinyl, and it is impeccable. Naturally their lyrics are stunning and I had to include them:
The Receiving End of Sirens – “Weightless Underwater”
And all of my time was wasted
In filling a void between now and then
I felt fatigue and complacence
So sing me something sweet
Lull me back to sleep
Because the place I thought I was no longer is…
Please just slow down
Let me catch my breath
I swear I never meant to move this slow
I’m standing around and around
Never meant to fall
Never meant to fall behind
All these woeful wanderings
Just hanging from a string
Tethered to my foot and leading
Just snares underfoot
Nets under my steps
All these mindless musings
Are moving me along
Keep me chasing my tail
Around and around
This merry-go-round
A heavy weight
Fell over me
A calming comfort in the tones
All the blankets of this world
Can’t keep me warm
Please just slow down
Let me catch my breath
I swear I never meant to move this slow
I’m standing around and around
Never meant to fall
Never meant to fall behind
Sing me something sweet
Lull me back to sleep
I’m just a child cradled in my mothers arms
Sing me something sweet
Lull me back to sleep
I can’t slow down this carousel
We spin around in circles
Say something soft
Say something sweet
It’s a blur before my eyes
My world is whirled around me
Drifting in and out
Lull me back to sleep…
Please just slow down
Let me catch my breath
I swear I never meant to move this slow
I’m standing around and around
Never meant to fall
Never meant to fall behind
I’m just a child screaming in my mother’s arms
Sing me something soft
Sing me something sweet
I’m just a child screaming in my mother’s arms
Just sing me something!
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I love this song soooooooooo much.
I can’t wait to get off work. Last night Hunter sent me a new section he had written for our new song and it’s amazing. I love writing with him. We mesh really well and he gets what I’m looking for. Excellent, excellent man.
TREOS needs to record one more album.
Seriously.
Somehow, for now, this skin will have to do…
The Receiving End of Sirens
I am a 23-year old physics graduate of Bethel University in Minnesota. The first day of freshman year, my friend Elizabeth gave me the nickname "Thor." It caught on, and many people to this day still refer to me as Thor, even some of my former professors. Some people hate nicknames, I chose to embrace it. Ever since I can remember, I've had an undying love and passion for music, and this blog is where I go to talk about it. I play guitar and sing in the band 

