music

Checking in with the morning report. Except it’s not morning, but you get the drift.

This was a crazy busy week at work. Bundle that with a lack of ballet classes. I could have found alternative forms of exercise, but instead I sat at home nights and ate ice cream. Like my logic there? Dubliner Mudslide by Ben and Jerry’s has my stamp of approval, FYI.

I would like my reading audience to know that I fully accept all credit for the weather finally turning reasonably warm. I just made a pair of wool socks and I’m finishing up a sweater, you see.

I’m finally done with the rain. The depression from the weather hit me later than most, I think, but today the sadness of the swamps sank in.

Another dreary morning at the office. I like the work and I like the folks but for various reasons, it’s a bleak place right now and by 9:30, I want close my eyes and be away. Next best thing: I jack one side of my headphones into my iPhone and the other half into my head and let genius spin my morning.

We found the ground,
but that damage was done.
It's cold as you fade into the sun.

-Remy Zero, “Fair”

I believe I’ve mention This Week in Science here before. It’s a science program on the local, free format radio station at the college, also available by podcast. One of the things I like about the show, aside from making me laugh and keeping me informed on world robot domination, is that the music they open and close the show with is exclusively music from small bands on science themes. They put out a CD once a year during fundraiser time, and I always buy it.

iTunes introduced this new “genius” feature in its latest incarnation. The idea is that you feed it a song and it makes you a playlist to match.

I tend not to like products that label themselves as “genius” or other superior adjectives. My feeling is that if you have to say it yourself then it’s probably not true. Like fancy ketchup. Make your product and let the New York Times write the review, huh?

It's amazing what an effect music can have on you. My work place has been a pretty negative space lately. Due to recent events that are neither appropriate for me to disclose nor necessary for you to hear about, the last thing I wanted to do was walk through that door this morning. Not unless I was armed with a baseball bat and could use a few specific people for batting practice. (I consider myself a pacifist but that doesn't mean I'm not occasionally tempted.)