My hair grows at an alarming rate. I forgot this fact. I also seemed to forget about waking up with bed-head. And getting haircuts. It’s just another thing to tack on my lists of things to do. And as if that wasn’t enough, I elect going to get my haircut by cosmetology students. I don’t ask for much, and the way I like to style my hair, no worries. The worst that could happen is that I get a bad haircut and shave it all off again. I don’t really want to, but it’s an option. If that does happen, what the heck am I going to do with all these hair products I own now?
I uncovered my stash of Radiohead the other night. Now I have a hard time deciding what to listen to at night when I go to bed. Usually, I like ambient effect of my fan to help my sleep at night. White noise is good, but the fan died on me. More so, I broke it when I took it apart to fix it. Bowery Electric is usually my fail safe method of putting me to sleep. In fact, I’m so conditioned to it, just hearing it makes me sleepy. Now I’m bouncing back and forth between the two. Both are very dreamy and meditative. Very good stuff.
Talked to Brian last night. I’m starting to think that NYC is my trip of choice for this summer. He said that I can crash at his place, so that’s a good plan for now. Lately I’ve been staying up too late either making neat noises with my bass or working on my resume. I know I’m not quite ready to make that leap yet, but it’s worth seeing what I can find out there. See what mischief I can get myself into. Talking to my friend Carrie the other night, she pointed out the fact that my last time out there found me being asked for directions like I was a native should tell me something. More so, the fact that I knew the answers is telling in itself.
My nephew Anthony is eight years old today. The kid is quick in wit and strength. Wish I could make the party tonight, but I made sure to see him yesterday.

I had a long day at the station yesterday. There’s a lot going on, but what’s new? To end it all, I got the job to record a live performance at a church that will be broadcast at a later date. It was a hour and a half duet consisting of an accordion and a recorder. This wouldn’t sound very interesting, but it really surprised me. I was pretty beat by the time everything kicked off, and sleep wanted to take over me as the sounds were quite soothing at times. There was nothing polka about this. If it wasn’t for the fact that I had to be there, I wouldn’t have been. I’m really glad I was. However, I would have loved the chance to see Don Caberllero at
One of the strangest things that I have every experienced is making music, listening to it, and thinking that I might have come up with some really interesting, good stuff. GarageBand is just too much fun. It’s almost too easy. What I made today is just over a minute long. Quickly put together, edited in haste. Drum loop with three layers of my bass guitar using different effects over it. My instant thought, besides making Don listen to it, is that there is a lot of room to grow. Some of the loops are less than to be desired, but that just makes me want a midi keyboard. I’m thinking really hard about that one.
Ever have one of those morning where you feel that the world is against you in your desperate attempts to get some sleep? That was me this morning. The power went out. A party raging on down the street until the early morning hours. Cell phone call here. Noisy neighbors there. They were all out to get me. I got my sleep, but not what I truly wanted. I love my Saturday mornings these days.
I thank that this week is over, but I don’t really feel accomplished. When things get busy at the station for everyone else, people don’t seem to need assistance from my neck of the woods. Lately, my strength has been needed more than my brains. Perhaps that is why I feel so tired. The past few weeks had me pushing myself to the limits. Little to sleep, little to eat, but a lot to do. So when a “dead” week like this one rolls in, I kind of feel like I’m not pulling my weight around here. There’s projects to do, but when there is paperwork to be done, I’m made to sit on my hands. Brains versus brawns. My brain is feeling left out.
As some ask how things go at the job, it goes. Very well, in fact. When asked if I am happy, I cannot complain at all. The people treat me well here. My opinion is respected. Abilities and knowledge are recognized. Jim is a great guy to work with and learn from. It’s a major education just coming in every morning, but getting paid for it. Anymore, I can’t walk in the front door and make it into my office without being stopped by at least one person with some sort of technical issue. Oddly enough, it kind of makes me happy when that happens. And just the other day, I rearranged my office. It’s becoming more of my domain rather than just a place for me to put my laptop and be surrounded by the remote equipment.
Every spring, I forget about the rain. The miserable few weeks that come along with the hint of warmth to come. The sky teases you with sun. You think that winter can finally get it’s ugly mug out of town and life can be enjoyable again. Then a day like today happens. Wind, and rain that pelts you from the side. The temp drops fifteen degrees within a matter of hours. And mud. It’s everywhere. And we didn’t even get a thunderstorm out of this one like they hinted at. Thunder, lightning, hail, funnel clouds… Now that’s fun.
It is so nice to be able to run outdoors again without the threat of falling on your face from slipping on the snow and ice. On top of that, running in shorts. It’s still too cool out to forget about something long sleeved, but good enough for me. The really weird thing is the multitude of cars that were honking at me on my route today. Perhaps since it is Sunday, it’s against some people’s religion to go out running on such a beautiful day and they were upset with me. I could not recognize a single car that blew its horn as it went by. Strange…