…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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On the Twenty-third Day of 2025…
…I entered a song I wrote with Adam, my Project MA partner, into a contest for songwriters over the age of 50 sponsored by an organization called Talent Is Timeless. I only know about this organization because somehow (o mystery of mysteries) I started seeing their ads in my social media feeds. Now, I couldContinue reading “On the Twenty-third Day of 2025…”
On the Twenty-second Day of 2025…
…I’m calling the doctor. No worries. I’m fine, but, after finally getting new batteries inside my blood pressure monitor, my numbers have been high for the last week or so, and I think I might need a new cocktail of pills or a variation of the ones I have. I don’t think it’s an environmentalContinue reading “On the Twenty-second Day of 2025…”
The Twenty-first Day of 2025…
…was unremarkable, at least in my personal sphere. I accomplished very little. I woke up late, meditated, scrambled an egg, walked the dogs, listened to a couple of albums, The Last Dinner Party and Father John Misty, respectively, culled through some Project MA demos for the next album, texted with my musical partner from thatContinue reading “The Twenty-first Day of 2025…”
On the Twentieth Day of 2005…
…during the early morning dream hour I have a nightmare about being at a gig, all set up and ready to perform, when out of nowhere I find myself driving away from the venue, getting lost, remembering I’m supposed to be on stage, and then accidentally stopping at and wandering into some strange, empty house.Continue reading “On the Twentieth Day of 2005…”
On the Nineteenth Day of 2025…
…I find that TikTok has already been restored, and I say, WTF. What kind of a bullshit ban was that? I looked at it last night around 9 or 10 p.m. and it was dark; this morning by noon it was alive and kicking. And I say, WTF again. I have tried not to consumeContinue reading “On the Nineteenth Day of 2025…”
On the Eighteenth Day of 2025…
…I have broken the record from January 2024 by writing eighteen days in a row toward the goal of blogging every day during the first month of the new year, attempting each day to string together a few hundred to a thousand words that form coherent sentences and ideas. I’ve tried to vary the shoeContinue reading “On the Eighteenth Day of 2025…”
On the Seventeenth Day of 2025…
…you get up early to meet some guy who’s going to give you a bid on a walk-in shower install. It’s awful. Friendly enough, nice to the dogs, the guy talks and talks, gives you his whole history, compliments your house, looks at the bathroom, takes a number of measurements with a fancy laser gadget,Continue reading “On the Seventeenth Day of 2025…”
On the Sixteenth Day of 2025…
…you replace the batteries in your blood pressure machine and almost first thing in the morning, as everything is pretty much chill, you get the highest reading you have seen since that New Year’s Eve gig seven years ago when, against all common sense, you took a reading while you were fuming about how yourContinue reading “On the Sixteenth Day of 2025…”
On the Fifteenth Day of 2025…
. . .You decide to write about yourself in the second person. You realize that’s an odd thing to do, even though, as most things a writer can do, it’s been done before hundreds of times. You’re mostly curious about how it feels. You’ve tried the first and the third, the first being the mostContinue reading “On the Fifteenth Day of 2025…”
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