The Preparation

I was very much humbled a few days ago. I was reading Dune Messiah at the coffee shop when my attention was caught across the room. This guy was letting his friend try out these funny looking glasses that were hooked to a computer. Intrigued, I went over and asked about them. They were glasses: the upper half over your vision being a digital display, and the bottom half being transparent. The man let me try them on. After just the few moments of wearing them I was helplessly enthralled. I told my dad about the glasses and how cool they were. For at least 30 minutes, my mind was owned by these glasses. I had recognized my lust for the tech and fought it.

Later, while contemplating buying me a pair and thinking of possible uses, my dad helped me through and I sobered up. I resolved that, while the glasses are incredible, I would not have many productive uses for them. My already distracted prone mind would find focusing much more difficult if there were litterally a screen between what it is I am trying to do. I do think that they would be convinient for learning and transcribing music at the piano but that alone wouldnt justify the purchase.

With all that to say, I was humbled by the fact I could be completely engoulfed by something out of my control. It makes me wonder what other things could seize me?

-Frank says hi-

I finally resealed and mostly reinstalled my drivetrain back into the Miata. This car has eaten just bout 1 dollar for every 3 miles I have driven it. The honeymoon phase has waned and I have begun to have some doubts of the future. However, unlike a human companion, Frank’s improvement is truly entirely dependent on how I treat him. So, I’m going to continue to wrench out the kinks. There will be tough times and temptations, but only till death do us part.

My piano skills are coming along as I want them to. I’ve noticed I am able to learn music much quicker then I was able. Very satisfying. I continuing to cement the major minor and diminished scales and chords into my head and hands.

It is quite mysterious how ,after working on a skill such as playing a scale on the piano for some time, all I need to do is think It and my body move as choreographed. Walking, running, balancing, talking, tying my shoe, are so imbedded in my spine that I so rarely have think about it. It’s glorious that we can be trained this way.

EMT school start in just two weeks. Freestyle Greco wrestling seasons will start up soon as well. I’m exited for things to come. Ive got somethings I need to work on too.

I would usually end it off here with “it’s always a good day to be great.” But I feel that I have diluted its potency by saying it too often. It’s more a platitude than anything now. Also, It somewhat undermines the reality of being. Some days are great and others less so. I guess it’d be more appropriate to say “It’s always a day to be.”