Showing posts from July, 2019

Up all night

It's finally Sunday evening and I'm still in the weird floating space of my sleep pattern being thrown completely off.

It started Friday night with a late band trip (asleep at about 12AM) and then Saturday morning with trying unsuccessfully to sleep in to prepare for the all-nighter at the school for a lock-in that happened last night and Saturday afternoon with this feeling that I should be doing something different as the all-nighter was looming but I didn't know what to do so I proceeded as normal with this feeling of dread that I might poop out at a certain point.

And then it's 2AM Sunday morning and I'm walking around the halls of the high school and wow, that's surreal and weird and I felt out of sync and many of the students seem to be exhausted but I feel ok and then I'm standing outside watching the sun come up and there are moments of that when the whole thing seems unreal and then I'm on the way home and feeling fine until the wall hits at about 11AM, hour 26 of being awake but I have to eat lunch and do the things before giving in to sleep by 2PM and then waking up just an hour or so ago desperately needing food food food.

So, here I sit typing and I'm still tired and feel the need to go back to sleep. My eyes are heavy and burning and what time is it really (The clock shows 9:22PM but it doesn't feel like 9:22PM. It feels like some weird suspension of time. It's hard to describe.)

I think it was about 4:15am this morning when I started thinking about the nurses and others in the medical profession work crazy long shifts because I was really feeling it but the momentum was keeping me going while it seemed like everyone around me was dragging but maybe I had just fooled myself into thinking I didn't look like I was dragging also.

Wow, just totally lost my train of thought and realized I have been sitting here with my fingers on the keys typing nothing for a couple of minutes. I feel like I'm in a block of Jell-o.

When Harry Met Sally... at 30

Thirty years.

It's hard to get my head around that. I think back to seeing When Harry Met Sally... in the theater thirty years ago and I'm reminded that the passage of time seems like an odd magic trick. Sure, on one hand, it seems like that was a lifetime ago and wow, look how the world has changed. But then on the other hand, it seems like yesterday and wow, things haven't changed that much after all.

The brilliance of When Harry Met Sally... is how timeless it is. Yes, Dick Clark makes an appearance and there is not a cell phone to be seen but the story and the difficult questions that are presented to us in what is really a character study of two couples, Harry and Sally and Jess and Marie, are just as relevant to me today as they have ever been and maybe even more so.

When I heard Sally exclaiming to Harry "And I'm going to be 40!", I couldn't even imagine 40. Now, I have trouble remembering it. So my perspective on the movie has definitely changed but my appreciation is as great as it ever was.

What a wonderful gift Nora Ephron gave to us three decades ago and what wonderful memories I have of the movie and the music.

What is personal podcasting?

We took the diary first to the blog and then to the microphone.

It's as simple as that.

You have to be confident or crazy or a little of both to sit down in front of a microphone and talk about your day to day life, the ups and downs and the whole shebang or at least as much of the whole shebang as you can share without violating the confidences and privacy of the people closest to you.

I've been doing it for just over six years now and there are plenty of people who have been doing it much longer. I don't quite care if Tom Webster, professional consumer media behavior tracker, thinks my podcast or the whole genre of personal podcasts is painful of not. Tom would love for there to be fewer podcasts so there is more money to be made with less competition by the folks who pay for the results of Tom's research even if the podcasters like me could care less about making money.

The New York Times wants us to get out of the way of the monetizers but we won't. We'll keep sharing with our small audiences not because we seek fame or fortune or affiliate marketing deals or advertisements.

We'll keep doing it because we want to create and contribute and be a part of little communities spread over thousands of miles. You can't put a price on that.

Another week flew by

I didn't mean to wait an entire week between posts but that is how life goes sometimes.

Unlike last week when I was on vacation and in the woods, this week was all about the typical routine. In addition to being back at work and dealing with the typical chores, I got to sit outside on the deck and record a podcast and sit out on the deck and read a bit.

It has been blistering hot here (typical July) but mostly dry this week (a welcome relief). Of course, Tropical Storm Barry is on the way and will bring a bunch of rain into next week so I am going to do my best to get in additional deck time today between working no matter how hot it is!

Speaking of chores, I've been trying to spend more time through the week getting some rest and I've been piling most of the chores (aside from washing clothes which is a nearly daily pain) to the weekend.

This has given me more time to read also and to watch some movies, mostly on Turner Classics. We watched "Where the Boys Are" last night because Turner Classics did their annual day of beach movies and I recorded them all on YouTube TV. Sure, they are cheesy but there is something that draws me to watching them just about every year. I have "Beach Blanket Bingo" and "A Summer Place" to watch this weekend along with a handful of others.

Summer seems to be dwindling away even though it just started a few weeks ago. School is about to fire up and band season makes August to October fly by. I wonder what life will be like when those responsibilities dry up? Will summer and fall somehow magically slow down?

Oh, yes, one more note - my carrying around the Sony camera experiment died off fast, as predicated. I took that camera to camp and never pulled it out of the backpack.

Back from the woods

I am back from the woods and still reflecting on what I learned about everyone on the trip including and especially what I learned and rediscovered about myself. I expect to sit in front of the recorder soon (maybe even today) and talk through some of my thoughts.

I did find that being disconnected was as wonderful as I expected. I never felt bored. I never felt like I HAD to reach for my phone. There was always something to do and when there was not something specifically scheduled to do, I found something to do.

I hope I can hold on to some of the lessons I learned. I hope everyone else that was there can also.