Watching the World Cup, playing the banjo.
I rec'd an unusual request: banjo tunes to use on the music track of a short video a friend is shooting. Of course, as soon as I agreed and started recording, I couldn't play anything right! An interesting phenomenon. I finally got down a few acceptable tracks. But as soon as I quit, as soon as I put away the recorder, well, naturally while practicing I was spectacular. Very interesting.
We have 90 degree weather ahead, says the weather guy. We'll see. I'll believe such paradise when I actually feel it on my (always cold) skin.
It's depressing to read Zinn and be reminded of our historical atrocities. Power is so goddamn arrogant. I'll start the new Boorstin book for a different point of view, then continue ahead switching between them, trying to keep a rough chronology. But it's an interesting pair to read together, like top-bottom and bottom-top perspectives being developed simultaneously.
One thing I've noticed as I grow older is that my tastes are more simple. So this gourmet meal I had last night did not impress me as much as it would have years ago. And I mean it, I had more pleasure this morning eating my scrapple and oatmeal than last night eating a damn good salmon dinner. I should patent the scrapple-oatmeal combo. Maybe others have done it. I never heard of it before I tried it on a whim, and I think it's as good a breakfast cereal as you can find, this unusual combo. If I had a cafe, it would be my specialty.
I don't expect to get much done today. Read. Banjo. But no composing. I should read my animation textbook as well.
I'm excited about the banjo breakthrough this class. Suddenly it seems possible I can learn to play the damn thing.
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