Weeknotes: March 4-8, 2024
A couple hours into the workday I pause to add some synth parts to a demo I started recording over the weekend. It was a song idea I got while running and I had to keep singing it to myself until I could get home and could do something about it. This happens to me a lot and I doubt I'm alone. Many of my best creative breakthroughs have come while running or walking. Being ambulatory jiggles the mind in a helpful way and I sometimes feel like I can hold very elaborate concepts in my mind while on foot, but as soon as I'm back home amid familiar sounds, objects, and needs, they quickly dissipate. If what I'm imagining seems particularly exciting or urgent I try to condense it into bullet points as I near my house so I can quickly jot them down as soon as I get inside. It's a debrief that often usurps even the need to drink water.
Weeknotes: February 26 - March 1, 2024
Driving home through western New York. The ski trip was mostly brown and warm. The brown Allegheny River and National Forest, brown leafless trees on hills of brown earth. At the resort white strips of man-made snow rolled like avenues down the mountainside, a bright tarmac of ice, slush, and gritty false powder. I loved it anyway.
We cross the bridge over Chautauqua Lake which so enchanted me the first time I saw it back in 2000. After lunch at a Lebanese restaurant in Mentor, Ohio, we detour to the Mentor Lagoons, a nature preserve bordering Lake Erie. A beaver-felled tree, its stump like a sharpened pencil, lays not ten free from our car. It's the second one I've seen on this trip.