SB, I know you’ve been with me lately. I can feel you on more than just the wind. In my mind’s eye, I saw us dancing to Mancini the other day. Send a little love my way, indeed. I always loved the way you used to do your “Motown Dancing.” Odd little nods everywhere. Songs,… Continue reading In Threes, Indeed (another letter to Kevin)
So I just got home from KnobCon 12. Overall, it was a great experience. The banquet, however, kinda put me off diving back into the synth world. The banquet’s guest of honor (GOH) is someone I’ve known about since 1997. Only seen him in person once. Kevin had Major Issues with GOH For Valid Reasons.… Continue reading The Knobcon 12 Banquet
So I had the memorial for Kevin. It went way better than expected, in many ways. Recent songs in my head: I’m enjoying my Contemporary Dance class. Contemplating whether or not to sub ballet for Contemporary or add it to my dance pursuits. Hot Tea during the summer is pretty good. It helps that I’m… Continue reading Widowhood Season 9.04
It’s a Bright Size Life kind of afternoon. My life would be so different if it lacked the music of Pat Metheny. Once again, I want to write because I should, but my brain draws a blank. I kind of hate that. I’m one of those people who has to finish writing sentences or else… Continue reading Widowhood Season 9.03
I’m doing well but it still hurts. As always. Writing is hard. I hate putting words to my feelings because it means they’re real. I can’t pretend the loss of him didn’t scar me. But I’ve learned that processing that pain is tricky. Still it needs to be done. Which is why I try to… Continue reading Widowhood Season 9.02–Finch Task 1
Watching Mad Men courtesy of a week trial. That’s all I’m going to need or rather allow myself to indulge in. Went to a cousin’s wedding last weekend. It was a wonderful time, and it was great to have been there to see two souls vow to live as one. It’s always a little odd… Continue reading Widowhood Season 9.01
Inspired by https://www.jennettemccurdy.com/ When I was 14, I was weighed at the doctor’s office and they had to adjust the scale’s base to 100 for the first time in my life. Internally, I freaked the fuck out and didn’t allow that to happen again until I was 26 and dealing with my anorexia for the… Continue reading Hard Feelings #1: From Olive Oyl to Smoliv
Sometimes grieving someone is like having to fly in the clouds. The instruments of life say you’re plodding along as normal, but for some damn reason beyond your control, you have to be surrounded by clouds. When do you get to stop flying in them? When you find airspace without them. Until then, keep moving… Continue reading In the Clouds
Another year. As usual, winter doesn’t start until January. Need the rain, natch. Why is it so hard for me to take the time to write unless I put a little pressure on myself? (This time, a task on Finch. I highly recommend the app, btw.) Scored some great booze via a vendor today. I… Continue reading Mostly Narrative Freewriting #14: 2024(!)
It’s one of those days, man. They say the times are changing but I just don’t knowThese things are gone foreverOver a long time ago, oh yeah Pretzel Logic, Steely Dan Live Music Highlights: Devo and The Musical Box. May or may not revisit these in this entry. My holy trinity still remains my holy… Continue reading Mostly Narrative Freewriting #13