Delicious

Today I had two failed attempts at songwriting... which was pretty good! I wrote a verse (later rejected) for a chord diddly I've been putzing around on since mid-August. The result ended up being... meh. I can do better - it's difficult to envision how the rest of the song would go, as that verse would end up being in the middle of the tune, most likely.

Next I diddled around with a deep alternate tuning, with repetitive chords, and hushed vocal. It was unremarkable, but I really should have recorded it. I ended up putting my guitar down, and forgot it later. The habit will develop if I do this day after day... and why not, while I still have time without a jobule!

I made Lisa and me a delicious Southwestern Corn Chowder thing... oh yeah! I couldn't remember if my cereal spoon was a table or tea, so I just approximated most of it. Turned out splendiferous, and we topped it off with some EXCELLENT Umpqua Valley Pinot Gris from the Wild Rose vinyard. OH YEAH!!! We drank from plastic goblets. Then: ice cream.

No TV

Shoes and then

I've been finding it very hard to get myself dressed in the morning... there's something about being without a job and out of school that sucks the identity out of us! I'd like to think I was my own person and have my own identity, but it is remarkable on how much we prepare our identities at the beginning of each day with others in mind. Should I dress professionally? I've been avoiding uncollared t-shirts. Do I wear my patterned pants? I've been less adventurous with color clashing in Oregon than I was in college.

I have no idea when I might meet someone who will open the gates and let me live my life. I long for this independence, but how independent will I be working under someone else's preconceptions? The need for steady money is crippling me right now, and I'm under no immediate risk of starvation. Pow! Sucks.

Music today:
David Bowie - Black Ties White Noise
Lindstrøm - Where You Go I Go Too
Talk Talk - Laughing Stock
Air - Talkie Walkie

So... mildly sterile, but mildly soulful... I'm ready to be taken out of line and put back in. I hate my resume.

Heartbreak