Your cup
I make a big deal,
About which cup is yours,
And which is mine.
I don’t really care,
Except for when you go away.
Then,
Every coffee I drink,
Is drunk from your cup.
Home School
I’ve been teaching myself guitar after more than ten years of faking it and taking music lessons that seemed to have nothing to do with the instrument. I’ve been using Desi Serna’s sweet podcast (http://guitar-music-theory.com/) and I’ve been finding the experience very similar to my French immersion experience a few summers ago: once contextualized, the slew of information I’d ingested as part of a Canadian youth’s public education became useful and relevant.
The music theory I know has become useful and relevant and my playing has progressed years in a matter of days as the previously jumbled mess of information that I possessed becomes nicely sorted and catalogued, and thus useful.
Second favourite
My second favourite thought of the day is when it occurs to me that she, and not the pack of tailor-mades on my nightstand, was my first.
First principles
Form a thought.
Record the thought.
Think about the recorded thought.
Disagree with the recording.
Revise.
Disagree with the revision.
Revisit original thought.
Realize original thought cannot be revived.
Regret recording the thought.
Decide that thoughts ought not be recorded.
Record this thought.
Realize the paradox.
Drat.
What compels us to create is that we are in a constant state of delusion. We think we are special; we think we might succeed, in part or in full. And if we were to, at some point, then it would have all been worth it.
Monday’s Muddled Metaphor
My Dad just stepped up to the plate and effortlessly knocked out a grand slam.
This is noteworthy because my dad is not a baseball player.
As a result,
-He is not familiar with either the rules or mechanics of the game.
-He was unaware that the bases were loaded.
-He was unaware that it was the bottom of the ninth.
-He was unaware that we were down by three runs.
Thanks Dad; that was an important game.
