Seasick
Friday, January 19 2007
24:23
For some reason, I was thinking about events that were going on at this time seven years ago. I can't remember exactly when the SPEEA walkout began, so I'm not sure if I was on strike yet at this point. I don't think that happened until later in Jan or the first few days of February. I tried looking through my email archives, but no mention of it in messages to me (my Sent messages don't go back that far for some reason). February 2000 was a pivotal month for me. Left Boeing for a more lucrative job, which didn't last long but led to where I am now. Decided to get a guitar, begin with it by actually taking lessons (which I'd never done before), and apply for a Guitar Craft course that would happen 7 months later. My point of view, and entire approach to life, began to shift slowly from here on (after being kicked loose in March 1999).
My emotional state seems to be on a daily cycle. Not the roller-coaster of a few weeks ago, more of a ship at sea on some really, really slow 30-foot swells. Up one day, down the next. Today was a down.
The new guitar arrived this morning. Beauty. In good shape. Needs a few tweaks for the new strings / tuning, but overall it's good. Funny I'm still conditioned to basses arriving in huge boxes – when the UPS guy arrived this morning I thought, "there can't be a guitar in that little box!". But yep, gig bag and all.
car / work music: Robert Fripp - A Blessing of Tears; Ministry - The Land of Rape and Honey; Swans - Various Failures
24:23
For some reason, I was thinking about events that were going on at this time seven years ago. I can't remember exactly when the SPEEA walkout began, so I'm not sure if I was on strike yet at this point. I don't think that happened until later in Jan or the first few days of February. I tried looking through my email archives, but no mention of it in messages to me (my Sent messages don't go back that far for some reason). February 2000 was a pivotal month for me. Left Boeing for a more lucrative job, which didn't last long but led to where I am now. Decided to get a guitar, begin with it by actually taking lessons (which I'd never done before), and apply for a Guitar Craft course that would happen 7 months later. My point of view, and entire approach to life, began to shift slowly from here on (after being kicked loose in March 1999).
My emotional state seems to be on a daily cycle. Not the roller-coaster of a few weeks ago, more of a ship at sea on some really, really slow 30-foot swells. Up one day, down the next. Today was a down.
The new guitar arrived this morning. Beauty. In good shape. Needs a few tweaks for the new strings / tuning, but overall it's good. Funny I'm still conditioned to basses arriving in huge boxes – when the UPS guy arrived this morning I thought, "there can't be a guitar in that little box!". But yep, gig bag and all.
car / work music: Robert Fripp - A Blessing of Tears; Ministry - The Land of Rape and Honey; Swans - Various Failures
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