Omar Binno

Wonderful. It’s about 430 in the morning and I can’t sleep. Must be the food I had from Outback tonight. Oh well, it was worth it. They have good food; regardless of the consequences. I’ve got a long week ahead. I have projects to wrap up for clients; not to mention finishing up my own material to start sending out. Hmm, now I feel like I’m writing my journal online. lol I guess it’s what happens when you write in the middle of the night. Once I start sending out my demo, I think I’m going to turn to writing a story. I have some fragments running through my head, and it’s probably time to put them down on paper. Anyways, enough of my rambling. I’ll probably be back later today to add more to this. For right now, I’m going to try and sleep! Night night, don’t let the bedbugs bite; unless they bite in the right places.

Today is one of those days where you feel subdued and reflective. I was reading some poems from LOTR and this one stuck out at me. It’s about the sadness that comes with the passing of time and is one of my favorites.

Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?

— J. R. R. Tolkien
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zkx6_qvwemE

I need to write in my journal. I haven’t done that in a while. Keeping a journal is helpful in several ways. For one thing: it helps bring issues to the surface and allows you to put them in a better light. For another: just writing random thoughts down, like you would in a journal, helps stimulate ideas for songs or poetry. The problem is starting the writing process. lol That’s always a bitch. One of the best ways to overcome writer’s block is to just jot down random thoughts, and then see where they lead. It’s hard to do even that, though, on a cold grey winter day…or is it? Maybe I just need to learn how to appreciate cold grey days more often. Well this blog is just random thoughts itself. So maybe I’ll get some ideas from writing here.

I really don’t like when I’m trying to create a new beat, but I feel like everything I’m starting has been done before. Frustratinggggggg as all hell! It’s one of those times where you just have to force yourself to write and get past whatever buriers are holding your thoughts from flowing.. Saturday evenings during the winter have a nostalgic feeling about them for some odd reason. I seem to have no other desire than to just sit back and reminisce about days that will never come again. I know, I know, all sounds dull and even a bit depressing, but hey: life can’t be all about cookies and icecream 24/7. Besides, this melancholia is eventually bound to stir up some creativity.

Well it’s been a while since I’ve written; so where to begin? A topic that has recently been coming up frequently between myself and different friends is the notion of platonic friendship between straight men and women. Platonic, for me, is problematic. A straight heterosexual guy doesn’t linger around in a platonic relationship simply for the mere pleasure of platonicism itself. In the back of their mind: they’re hoping for one of two things; either sex, or a long-term relationship. Any girl who doesn’t believe that and thinks a heterosexual guy is sticking around as her Platonic friend simply for the friendship itself is deceiving herself. A great priest friend/spiritual director of mine once said, “whenever someone claims [platonic,] (and it’s usually the girls who love using that word,) it usually means they have deeper feelings they’re repressing for whatever reason.” I couldn’t agree more. In the words of a female friend of mine, “platonic = demonic.” Amen, sister!

Onto a completely different topic: if a friendship between a male and female was destroyed, can it resume down the road and become what it once was? My simple answer is most likely not. It’s too difficult for several reasons; especially if the two people involved ended things on bad terms. My more complex answer is that it can’t attain its former status. It will never reach that point that had once satisfied both people, it will either transcend its former status by evolving into intimacy between the man and woman, (and even that is difficult because of circumstancial as well as emotional reasons,) or it will simply remain stagnant, and the people involved will communicate once in a while, and nothing more. Ah well my 2 cents for the evening. I’ll be updating my blog quite regularly. So stop by and check me out. New music is also on the horizon.