today, a monday peppered with middling rain, turned out to be the perfect day to forgo even the thought of showing up at work and instead watch joe wright's 2005 masterpiece Pride & Prejudice not once two separate times
word on the street was, if i didn't get my hair cut then a judicial man would have taken me out back the faded red barn and shot me down like a lame horse. so i elected for the chop
cruising I80 today. gas station coffee gone cold, Porter Wagoner on the speakers, three days out from May and still a little snow sticking to the fields. y'all have a good one now.
recent music lineup. wonderful stuff. i've been eating like a king, just plate after plate of good tunes. the weather has been grand and my windows have been rolled down since the middle of March.
out with coworkers and actively realizing i had a much higher tolerance for the company of drunk blue-collar men when i was also a drunk blue-collar man
@witnessburner i'm a slow learner but it was not as bad as i expected! i was wary because i had never messed with fingerpicking beforehand but when i started it was nothing but fun. slow, but fun. if you tried it i think you'd have a good time :)
@witnessburner as someone who primarily plays guitar/uke/etc, i gotta throw my hat in for piano. i find it much more difficult to learn but super rewarding (banjo is wicked fun and was a close second vote)
some quiet tinner on the jobsite this morning played groovy stoner metal for hours from a speaker the size of a pickup cab. i pulled wire. after sunset paid twenty bucks for a cheeseburger. stretching out like a cat in a king-sized bed on company dime and my boots aren't even off
i never been truly staggered by a coworker's scope until this job. working in a hospital yesterday and found out the 26yo service tech i work with didn't know what toucans were. Never heard of em. He asked if they were a band. felt like i got whacked in the temple with a club
drove to work this morning in a car that runs a little too loud with an american spirit hanging out my mouth and bolero music waltzing out the windows. viva los panchos
there will be a morning, somewhere down the line, when i wake up in a small cabin on the coast of the atlantic ocean and i do nothing all day but hang salt cod off a fish flake. I know this.
Cat 6 cable in my hand, Monday afternoon. I ever-so-briefly struggled with the impulse to bite it with my teeth and grind my molars into the sheath like some feral thing.
YOU - “Hold on…Can I at least have a cigarette?”
SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - “Apologies, but this is my last one.” He takes another drag and shivers.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - The God Himself has denied you absolution.