THE JOURNAL HAS MOVED

I've got my own place now, where the grass is green and the water is sweet.

codycduncan.com

Consider this a place a ghost town.

Mustached Girl

Since I've found myself with a little money, and no jobs, and a swimming pool, I've found it hard to be very serious.
Consequently:
Cody Duncan is Stashy McStoosh is Natral Flava is Hellen Keller presents

"Mustached Girl"

Some clown...

Looks like you can't keep a good mustache down.

The Accumulated Recent History, The Ongoing Story

I have been telling myself for some time that I have been extremely unproductive. In retrospect, I don't really think that's true, I simply haven't been posting any work. Also, to be quite honest, I'm not super excited about anything I'm making lately, except that I have a new project in the works.

I just completed the fourth version of Breed and Succeed (Version 2 is listed above, see V1 in Fall Journal). I plan on compiling these alternate versions of this track, along with a fresh track, for some kind of single.  I hope to, if all goes well, have a limited press of this single, and mail it off to some hip-as-hell dudes around the globe to tell me how tired-as-hell it is (but maybe they'll secretly enjoy it, and mail me wads of cash).  Is it that late?  Am I dreaming?

Enjoy the tracks, and drop me a line with any comments etc.  There is actually a mailing list for this operation, and if you'd like to be on it, send me an email through my profile.
-Cody

06172010 - Transition Transmission Tortillas

I graduated college.  I should have a lot to say about that, but really I am just to worried about work and my ability to pay rent, or to be more specific, the fact that I have no work and don't know how I will pay my rent.  My solution: make some Natral Flava.  I think soon I will make a dedicated Flava page, but for now I will continue the trend of letting Natral Flava (specifically Stashy McStoosh) and Cody Duncan become the same person.

05202010 - Popping Circumstance

I took my last class of my educational career, assuming it ends here, yesterday. I will be graduating in a little over a week.

How in the hell did life happen?

05202010 - Bean Sprout (and Jesus)

What's new in my life?

A month or so ago I started cutting bottles and cans in half, filling them with dirt, sticking beans in them, and putting them on the roof. With regular water, my sweet, flat, suburban roof has become something of a hangout. The sun is up there, and we are buddies.  Next thing I knew I was collecting plants from freecycle and whatever other handouts, buying seeds, and spending a lot of time outside (what a concept).  I'll tell you, outside is one hell of a place.

I finished reading a few books.  Here are my lengthy reviews.

Cannery Row : Totally great.
Flow My Tears The Policeman Said : Yes.
Fear And Loathing in Las Vegas :  Just like the movie.  Awesome.

Now I am reading The Sun Also Rises.  I suppose I will finish reading it, but really, a little adventure yesterday made me think about dropping books for a while, only to read one long one.  Crazy, yes.  Here's why.

I was sitting at the Memorial Union waiting for my bus, and as I sat down, placing my briefcase on the ground (usually I would say bag, but the long strap snapped that day, weighed down with wah pedals and tools, significant symbols of my lifestyle).  As I rested my body, and began to pull out my waiting-book, I started thinking about how strange it is that so many people go through their lives without a significant religious crisis.  Sure everyone has a test of faith, but I feel that my faith has been fairly strong throughout my life, it has only been the nature of that faith that has been in question.  And it has always been in question.  I feel that there is something, it is obvious to me, the guiding light, whatever, the question of whether or not He/She/it exists is almost silly to me.  I look around, and it is right in front of me, but still, I ask questions, probably more so than most people, Atheists, Believers, and Achievers alike.

I sat in contemplation, ignoring the book for some time, simply looking around, looking for meaning in the meaningless.  My brain shot through the laundry list of topics I have studied in my soon-to-end educational career, and finally, I looked down and saw a tiny red insect crawling on my arm.  In his forest of hair, he was shielded from the chill of the breeze.  Mountains rose up in front of him as the chill went up my body, and down my arm.  I began to think about the nature of the feeling, "cold," and in scanning my Encyclopedia Pseudophilisophica, I settled onto the subject of qualia, specifically of the difference in experiences between individuals with different neural compositions or sensory capabilities, across the borders of the individual, the sex, the species, down to the different kingdoms.

Eventually I settled on the seedling of one idea, that qualitative experiences are, if not illusory, absolutely arbitrary.  That's not exactly fresh ground, I realize, but what was fresh in my mind was the simple idea that feelings are not like anything, they are only about things.  Sure, I am likely to abandon or forget this idea in a few weeks, but what I will not forget is what happened next.

Sitting, thinking about the nature of God and vision, I eventually lowered my eyes from their exploratory and explanatory gaze at the blueness above, and saw a blind man walking towards me.  He and his friend walked toward me, and as I was about to avert my gaze in the way people do when coming into proximity with strangers or past Facebook friends, I noticed a hesitant twitch in the lips of the escort.  He looked down at me and said, "Hello.  My name is (I forget), and this is my friend (Something Else).  Would you like to have a conversation with us about Jesus?"  I answered politely and instinctively, "No, thank you."

As the two of them walked away, I began to wonder if I had just missed a golden opportunity.  Between the two of them, they probably could have answered most of the questions I was struggling over.  Had that undeniable force reached a hand out to me, only for me to turn it down because of my own pride or awkwardness?  I thought, no, it does not work like that.  All opportunities are presented, and all opportunities are fulfilled.  The message was clear, and that was all I needed.  It says, "Go forth, explore, be good."  Not a presentation of answers, but a reminder of purpose, a shake up from stagnation.

Can Hemingway answer my questions?  Thus far, all he talks about is drinking at different bars, and being the all too familiar mixture of depressed and sarcastic.

So, I aim to read the Bible.  It seems obvious now.  The most important book of the last 2000 years  (perhaps excluding Everyone Poops) has eluded me.  I don't expect to find many, if any, answers in there, except that in reading it, I will be taking a glimpse into the psychology of a huge portion of the world, like, how can you operate in civilized society without having seen Back to the Future?  You simply cannot.

Bean sprout, a cheerful little piece of electronica.  I liked it, and I hope you do to. WINK.