I'm sitting in a crazy hotel room in Houston, that's triangular, and windowed on two sides. Here's a photo:
Crazy, right? But having beautiful sunny mornings and large windows makes the waking up much easier, even when my mind gets up several times a night and races.
As I was waiting for some new tunes to load (catching up on Aurgasm and Stereogum - lots of new discoveries!), I opened a forgotten list on my desktop. I've never been able to craft a life-list: something about my views on mortality (is there anything more tragic than the life list of the recently deceased? hopes and dreams unfulfilled...tres depressing.) prevents me from really wanting to do it.
But somehow, a list of things to do from birthday to birthday was much easier. I picked one fun thing for each year that I've been alive. (And wow, that number is getting big. Harumph. Or Hallelujah? Both, depending on the day, I s'pose.)
I was really surprised to see that I've actually done some of the things on the list, and am working towards others. It's crazy, and somehow empowering.
Quick flight home that sadly occurs at the exact time of the Steelers/Bengals game. Maybe if I don't tune in they'll pick some ass...one can hope.
Here's a snip of my travelling music for this morning...happy Sunday, all.
Feist - Cicadas & Gulls (ft. Ed Droste) by ListenBeforeYouBuy
- Calling fried vegetables by operatic names. We've partaken of some amazing Nabucco and Fidelio on the road, to the chagrin of my belt.
- Art. Sometimes we all need a reminder of why we do this...and a transcendent artistic experience is the best.
- Vocal surprises.