Sunday, April 24, 2011

something new

My latest obsession - orange cream soda. it is just so delicious. I bought a bottle on impulse at the Decorah co-op last week and I just can't stop thinking about the orange goodness. Tonight I picked up a sixer on my way home from teaching some Easter lessons. Chilling them in the fridge took much patience, but it was so worth it. Perfect beverage to accompany another new interest.

B is teaching me some ways of jazz. I can't stop listening to it. I want to practice Anthropology all day long and I am just going to practice bebop, diminished and blues scales all day long, wear a beret and get some bepop glasses. maybe not all that.

What does one wear at a show where he or she is playing a piece about snakes?

I had a pretty miserable Easter. I slept until 10:30 and spent the day alone. I finally ate something at 4:30 when I walked over to the coffee shop. I finally got myself into the shower and ate 3 cadbury creme eggs. [that was for you, grandma]

Which brings me to the final new thing: exercise for the sake of exercise. I kindof just like exercising as a side-effect of transportation or doing something fun like walking home 1.5 miles from a bar, biking in the countryside or to pick a few things up from the co-op. But this summer, I would like to do a couple of long rides, perhaps the Scenic Shore 150 (leukemia/lymphoma) or the ACT9 Aids ride. I will probably do the 65 mile Tour de Cure (diabetes). I am going to need the American Diabetes Association to help me out if I keep drinking these cream sodas.

"they flat their fifths, but we drink ours."

Friday, April 1, 2011

new experiences(?)

Lately I have been thinking a lot and have been trying to be a better person. I want to listen more to people, look strangers in the eye, take time. I guess the biggest is that I want to take the time to accomplish nothing. Accomplishing nothing means that I just sit and look out the window without thinking about what I have to do. It means that I listen to every word that B says and understand how she feels. It means that I forget about myself and all my plans.

I feel like I am cultivating myself for this career in music, thinking about it all the time. Well this or that looks great on my resume. I came to the realization sitting in a bar that I could potentially not have a career in music someday. That there are bigger things than my life and such and such, blah blah blah.

Maybe what I am trying to say is... I shouldn't drink.