Digital Garden of Travis Briggs

I fully believe I will need to write hundreds of songs in order to come up with my next great release.

I'm tutoring two separate students in Ableton Live and Digital Music Production now.

When I wrote that post about making a computer game, I seem to have left out one of the major projects I've been working on for the past year or so, which is Q Poker.

I've always wanted to program a computer game.

The following is the email I sent to iwant@hey.com to convince them to give me an invite. === Hey, I don't go to the gym, and I don't eat healthy.

There have been some posts on Hacker News lately about various systems for GTD (getting things done), both endorsing and adjacent to the official GTD method.

As I've written before, I'm a sucker for New Year's Resolutions.

Halloween is a time for the spooky, the scary, sometimes the terrifying and maybe a bit of the downright goofy.

Last year I made a rather audacious New Year's Resolution: to write a song a day in 2018.

On the topic of philanthropy, there are a few approaches that I see taken by those around me.

A lot of people who want to get into programming ask this question, and it's not a bad one at all!

What's the best thing to do once you've started to blog and written a few posts?

This post attempts to answer the question posed in the title.

Javascript is a programming language that is used primarily on the web.

Melancholy feelings and minor keys are both more appealing to me than their respective alternatives, at least when put into the employ of art and music.

Here starts another week, and it's going pretty well.

I once read that creative people don't create for any other purpose than the fact that there are ideas bursting out of them, viciously, and if they don't put pen to paper or hand to instrument the ideas will cause them to explode.

I feel like I could get addicted to writing the way that some people get addicted to video games.

How about this for an app idea: you listen to music and just type the lyrics into a chat room in real time.

Why do I suffer the days To cause me such anguish?

I look into my mind, and my mind is empty.

These are the days.

They said you can't write poetry while listening to music.

Throw everything away.

My brain is the only thing left to die.

What is the fastest, the fastest humanly possible way that poetry could be written?

What I really need is a pretty place to write poetry.

There's a vibrant undercurrent to our daily existence.

Sometimes things are easy Sometimes things are hard Some things we keep close to us Others we discard Sometimes rain smells yummy Sometimes it smells gross Often we're reminded of The things that we kept close Some things can't be spoken Some things can't…

The rainy and gray Of this late summer day Fits my mood Quite well, actually, and it makes me Smile in the fullness of its melancholy.

I'm too old to smile.

Happy poem, happy sound Happy words fly round and round Happy metre, happy rhyme Happy feelings all the time Happy happy happiness Happy thoughts for to confess Happy moment, happy life Happy as I grip the knife Happy as I start to bleed Happy world, I mu…

I'm feeling sour I haven't got the power To get out of my bed today Alone and anxious I haven't got the patience To go and face that dread today Close my eyes Cannot rest Feel the pain In my chest I'm feeling lonely Anxiety's the only Friend that I will g…

The poet, it seemed, was preoccupied with death and wrote poems, fiercely stripped of other intentions and inquiries, which invited those readers who, with naive aims and scarcely guarded dispositions, were invited into the harsh yet peaceful embrace of t…

Without a struggle, life is poorly spent On follies, fancies, fliting past your eyes.

The generally accepted wisdom is that you can never go home again.

I have absolute power over the guy sitting next to me on this bus.

The red light was on when Barney woke up.

I thought about just jumping in and adding fiction to this new blog.

If I never knew her, it would be too soon.

I passed the Building Building every day, but it wasn't until the Fall that I really understood what they did there.