While being voraciously nosy, I happened to come across a tape that I quasi-habitually watched during my sophomore year in high school: the MCHS Symphonic Band at the 1998 National Concert Band Festival. It served as a muse, I suppose, because my goal--over which I obsessed like whoa--was to be in Symphonic Band my sophomore year. It brought back memories of being obsessed...and memories of basically every single boy with which I was futilely infatuated in high school.

However, I seemed to notice something this time, that I hadn't really appreciated before...at least not fully. They were damn rocktastic!!! I was blown away by their greatness. I don't think I noticed this before, because I was marinated in Greatness, so I was desensitized by just how great MCHS's band was. Now, seven years and a complete displacement from musical pursuits later, I have a newfound--and maybe even amplified--appreciation for how great we were. I miss is. Sadness. :(

So my name is Mizeke. No, it is not a real Japanese word, but one fabricated by me. I can do that, because this is my little cosmos--created by me, me, me. Splendid if you like, but a misfortune for you if you look upon my little cosmos with disapprobation. I am the opifex, which I suppose deifies me (but only in the human way).

God >>>>>>>>>> me

I have decided to imperialize on the Internet...apparently, with a concentration in the Blogosphere. I am already establishing my empire in the Republic of LiveJournal, somewhat metastasizing in Xanga, and here is where I can proliferate my fabulousness. :)