I’m on the studio computer a couple of days before Thanksgiving while my wife is entertaining a friend upstairs in the living room, and in an effort to be courteous but wanting still to make progress on the music listening/writing project, I decide to listen to music in the basement and record my experience inContinue reading “We Interrupt Our Regularly Scheduled Program to Talk About Usernames and Passwords and Thanksgiving”
Category Archives: Self Reflection
On Finding a Routine
Embarrassment of riches: retired guy has enough time on his hands to do any thing he wants, has a list of such things at the ready, and yet, some of the things he wants to do he doesn’t do–or, more accurately, doesn’t do enough of to satisfy his own self-critical assessment of his productivity. HeContinue reading “On Finding a Routine”
On the Thirty-first Day of 2025…
…I got myself a massage and had an appointment with my chiropractor regarding my stupid knee. I see my massage therapist about once a month with some lapses here and there, and I see my chiropractor less regularly but more often when my stupid knee is acting up. I have a flappy meniscus. Torn, theyContinue reading “On the Thirty-first Day of 2025…”
On the Thirtieth Day of 2025…
…I’m thinking about having watched the Björk concert last night on Apple TV. Filmed, I think, within the last year, it was a live performance of mostly material from her Utopia album, the album preceding her most recent project, Fossora. It was a fascinating experience, and while it was not entirely pleasant, I could notContinue reading “On the Thirtieth Day of 2025…”
On the Twenty-ninth Day of 2025…
…I discover that Jim in Percival Everett’s retelling of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn is fully literate. He’s read Voltaire, Rousseau, and Locke when he’s alone in Judge Thatcher’s library, and on Jacksons Island, after he gets bit by a rattlesnake, he has conversations with these literary and philosophical giants in fever-induced hallucinations, and isContinue reading “On the Twenty-ninth Day of 2025…”
On the Twenty-eighth Day of 2025…
…I find my inspiration lagging. A topic of focus for today’s post eludes me. “Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It’s awful.” A whole assortment of quotes from Beckett’s Waiting for Godot might be appropriate for today, but that was the first one that came to mind. It’s not exactly true of my Tuesday thatContinue reading “On the Twenty-eighth Day of 2025…”
On the Twenty-seventh Day of 2025…
…we find ourselves the second time in a single month the victims of debit card fraud. Charges appear in our checking account, purchases we did not make, for example, $842 to Papa John’s Pizza, $1,658 in a PayPal payment to some indeterminate entity in Great Britain, and other charges that were flagged and denied byContinue reading “On the Twenty-seventh Day of 2025…”
On the Twenty-sixth Day of 2025…
…Outside of walking the dogs, I didn’t leave the house. I didn’t drive anywhere. I did very little. Meditated. Completed a few domestic chores. Communicated with my bandmates about rehearsals and rock and roll outfits. I set up a YouTube channel and vented my frustration into the ether. I took a nap. I made tacos.Continue reading “On the Twenty-sixth Day of 2025…”
On the Twenty-fifth Day of 2025…
…I got so tired of pulling up my pants so they didn’t fall off my ass, I bought a belt today. It’s not like I haven’t had one all this time. I had one, all right, until my son stole it from me and moved to SoCal. And, while that might be a funny placeContinue reading “On the Twenty-fifth Day of 2025…”
On the Twenty-fourth Day of 2025…
…I sat for meditation for a seventh consecutive day. And then the rest of the day is a little bit of a blur, not because it was especially busy, but rather, because it was not busy, to the point where only three things are memorable about the day: 1. the aforementioned meditation streak, 2. theContinue reading “On the Twenty-fourth Day of 2025…”
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