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CORNERSTONE IS IN
*Checks time and calender*
3 FREAKING DAYS

In three days I will be pacing franctically about my room packing and preparing to leave my house at 6 in the morning. My closest brothers and I will be cracking open the BAWLS and toasting to the journey to come. We'll be driving for 2 to 3 hours (probably speeding, not gunna lie, lol). We'll be part of the long car/ van pile-up that always occurs at the gates to the fest grounds. We will hopefully NOT be pestered by protestors as we drive in.

I cannot tell you the full extent of how anxious I am right now.

Cornerstone is ALWAYS a highlight of my year. It's like the climax, where everything else kind of just pales in comparison (yes, even college, haha)

So far, my schedule looks like this:

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CORNERSTONE FESTIVAL 2009

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Tuesday

Crimson Refuge = 11:10 - 11:40 AM (Hardcore) |Encore 1|
Artist development w/ Traa from P.O.D. = 12:50 - 1:20 PM |Encore 1|
foreveratlast = 3:20 - 3:50 PM (Hardcore, girl screamer) |Encore 1|
City Light Dreams = 5:00 - 5:30 PM (Straight Rock, girl vox) |Encore 1|
The Ember Days = 6:40 - 7:10 PM (Ambient Worship) |Indie Community|
The Ember Days = 10:00 - ? PM (Ambient Worship) |Solace Stage|
Breaking The Silence (The Letter Black) = 10:10 - 10:50 PM (Flyleaf-esque) Encore 1|

Wednesday

Owl City = 1:00 – 1:30 PM |Underground Stage|
Red = 7:40 – 8:35 PM |Main Stage|
Ocean Is Theory = 7:45 – 8:15 PM |Label Showcase|
Family Force 5 = 8:55 – 10:00 |Main Stage|
Showbread = 10:00 PM |HM Magazine Stage|
Austrian Death Machine = 12:00 - 1:30 AM |Encore 1|
Copeland = 12:00 -1:30 AM |Encore 2|
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That's all I've got scheduled as of this moment, but I will be adding things leading up till D-Day. Yes, I realize there are times that conflict; they stand for very painful upcoming decisions.

Beside Cornerstone, tomorrow is my last day of work at the movie theatre.
I'm baking a pumpkin and chocolate fudge cake for everyone.
It's going to be delicious.

Today is a Joanna Newsom sort of day.
I hope your day is just as good.

With love,
Filmwarr

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Song of the Day



"Bridges and Balloons"
Joanna Newsom
The Milk-Eyed Mender

We sailed away on a winter's day
with fate as malleable as clay;
but ships are fallible, I say,
and the nautical, like all things, fades

And I can recall our caravel:
a little wicker beetle shell
with four fine maste and lateen sails,
its bearings on Cair Paravel

O my love,
O it was a funny little thing
to be the ones to've seen.

The sight of briges and balloons
makes calm canaries irritable;
they caw and claw all afternoon:
"Catenaries and dirigibles
brace and buoy the living-room --
a loom of metal, warp - woof - wimble."
And a thimblesworth of milky moon
can touch hearts larger than a thimble.

O my love,
O is was a funny little thing
to be the ones to've seen

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Make us clean ba-badalada
doo do-do do do do do do do
do do-do-do do do do do do do
in the body
please begin with me
make us clean ba-badalada
doo do-do do do do do do do
do do-do-do do do do do do do
in the body
please begin with me
put a new life in me

I felt the overwhelming desire to post today because of how utterly beautiful a day it is. Of course, commonly I like to think everyday I live and breathe is a beautiful day, but this day in particular is gorgeous.

I spent the better part of this morning in my backyard listening to music and daydreaming. Yes, I brought a pencil and a pad for sketching but, I couldn't focus on one specific concept for long enough to get anything coherent drawn up.
Yes, it is a dreamy day indeed.

On that note, I think today is indeed a 'indeed' kind of day. I said it earlier today in a shout to my last.fm bff and I think I used it like, two or three times. Which is strange because I usually don't let that happen very often, but indeed I feel that this is an indeed sort of day.

I think I'm rather ADD today. ADD indeed.
I just had the urge to change this blog's title to "an 'indeed' kind of day", but I think I will refrain. I'll let HHC keep his beloved top spot.

I smell grass. I think someone is mowing outside.
dang, that's what I told my dad i'd do this afternoon; mow the backyard.
That must be why I was out there this morning.

bahaha...


With love indeed,
Filmwarr

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Song of the Day



"Wham City"
Dan Deacon
Spiderman Of The Rings



There is a mountain of snow
up past the big glen
We have a castle enclosed
There is a fountain
Out of the fountain flows gold
into a huge hand
That handsa held by a bear
who had a sick band

Of ghosts and cats and pigs and bats
with brooms and bats and wigs and rats
That play big dogs like queens and kings
and everyone plays drums and sings
'Bout big sharks sharp swords
Beast bees bead lords
Sweet cakes maste lakes
a ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma oooooo


I hope in my heart that we on a whole
will die and the earth be left alone
just beast and bee and fish and tree
this hope I wish will someday be
that bacteria will have ate our remains
that all knowledge of us has decayed
our burden raised the world set free
the earth returns to land and sea
our buildings burned and highways gone
I love my friends and everyone
but we've had our chance let's move aside
let time wash us out with the tide

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Hello everyone.

First of all, I love everyone who can see this page. Second of all, I love everyone who wants to see this page.

Thirdly, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that it's taken me more than a month to submit another entry.
I would say, "I've been busy", but no one actually means that when they say it, and I wouldn't dream of being dishonest. (If I can't be honest on my weblog on Xanga then I certainly can't be honest anywhere else)
The truth is I felt disconnected from the need to express myself in this way. I sought my expression through other avenues.

But none of that matters really. What matters is that I'm back now and it feels good to an extent.

Today I can't stop thinking. I stopped by a good friend of mine's after work last night (6 hours ago from when I'm typing this, but yes, technically last night, @.@) and we proceeded to discuss and theorize on topics ranging from time to technology to artificial intelligence to existance to the purpose of creation and the purpose of knowledge and whether we have knowledge or whether anyone could ever really have knowledge or whether the pursuit of absolute truth is relevant or whether the pursuit of science and perceived fact and method are any less relevant than any other pursuit in life or whether we create our own perception of spirituality or whether we have morality inheritantly or whether absolute morality exists or is it just a fundamental enforced by society or whether we're a part of a greater morality or how important our belief in God or lack thereof is or whether we can ever really know whether God exists or whether we create who God is in our own minds or whether He is actually living and creating and loving and being in all things.

I love theoretical philosophical discussion. I love it very very very much.

People think just because you have a belief in something absolute and unchanging you have to be irrational and unthinking. An unthinking majority giving power to a heartless minority is why the words of one man sent hundreds of thousands of innocent, loving people to their deaths.

Please be thinkers.

And please be thinkers at me, I love it.
very very very much.


In failure and in happiness,
Filmwarr

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Song of the Day



Feed Your Sheep A Burning Lamp
Half-Handed Cloud
Halos & Lasos




Feed your sheep a burning lamp
Feed you lamb a course on herding
Feed your goat to feed the fire
Goats are fuel for fires burning
Goats and lambs on either hand
Lambs on hand for righteous yearning
Lambs with hands receive the crown
Royal crown

Coronate with brilliant gilding
Emitt Rhodes in a burned-out building
"Somebody Made For Me" is played
Every time a lamb is crossing
Bridges laid for oily lamps
Held by lambs and sheep-hands holding

Tried to cross the castle moat
But you gave your goat a drowning boat
Here's how goats turn into lambs: Shepherd's hands
Then goat's hearts turning