Oh, hello. Didn’t see you standing there. How’s it going? Really? That’s great. Me? Oh, I’m fine I suppose. Keepin’ busy. You know how it is…
Spoiler Alert: I don’t have any hair on my head! I’m bald, OK? To be truthful, I’m naturally only partially bald, but there’s so little hair actually growing on my head that I feel better about myself if I just take it all off. I’m often asked how I shave my head (I’m a real hit at parties) and the short answer is this: I use the Schick Xtreme 3 razor in the shower. It’s so damn simple. (And no, this is not a paid endorsement. Oh how I wish it were, but it’s not. It’s simply the true story of how I achieve this glorious chrome dome.)
We’ve lost an unfortunate number of famous, important musicians this year. Prince is just the latest in a growing line of artists who’ve left us in 2016. Whenever someone famous passes away, we naturally take their death as an opportunity to look back on their body of work, as well we should. Death is a profitable career move for famous entertainers, and a not-so-gentle way to remind us of their careers, but I say that today, we should all take some time to celebrate our favorite artists while they’re still with us. Let’s not wait until they’re gone to truly appreciate them.
Working at home like I do, I’m spoiled rotten by the fact that I can listen to anything I want, as loud (or as quiet) as I want, all day long. For a music-lover like me, it’s heaven on Earth. Whether this adds or detracts from my productivity is up for debate I suppose, but the fact of the matter is that I adore being able to have music playing whenever I want. And for most of those working hours, it’s Spotify that I typically turn to for my tunes.
Well hello there! Where’ve you been these last couple of weeks? What’s that? Where have I been? Why, I’ve had my head buried under my pillow, waiting for the horror show that is the Donald Trump campaign to go away. But I’m finally convinced that it’s not going anywhere anytime soon. And that scares me to death.
Here’s the deal: I’m going to start writing (looks like I’ve already started!) without having any idea whatsoever what I’m going to write about. Consider it an exercise wherein I take a few minutes and share a bit (a tiny fraction, really) of what’s going on in my mind. I’ll try my best to keep it clean.
It doesn’t get more ‘dead of winter’ than right now, the middle part of February. The skies are gray, the ground is gray, the trees are gray…Colors seem to have disappeared from the world; when we’re lucky, the gray is broken up by the brilliant white of snow. And it’s cold. So, so cold. It’s February in Michigan. It’s time to hibernate. (Some context: As I write, it’s 19 degrees outside. It’s cloudy. It’s windy. And it’s snowing.)
Another work week in the books…Another long, rather sad week. I had a long, rambling post planned, about the nature of death and how as we get older it becomes more and more a part of our daily lives (being 46, this is becoming more clear every year.) But you know what? It’s gonna have to wait. I’m having trouble dealing right now with it all. So let me keep it short: hug your kids. Call your parents. Cherish each and every moment. Life is fleeting; never take it for granted.