Ponder...

Not really sure what to write here. I suppose I've made a contract to write by making one of these blogs, but I can't pretend I always know exactly what to say when I decide to sit down and write.

Played with the band today. Tried out a new bass player, my friend John. Felt I was trying to rush though our catalog of material, since we had a limited amount of time, but that will be amended when I get around to traveling to him to work things out and get him a hard copy of some of the weird covers that we do.  Perhaps he'll be ready to play the upcoming show on the 11th, perhaps not. Either way, we'll get him our stuff to get it figured out.

A bit down today. Last night became unpleasant before I went to bed, and I'm still dealing with that feeling of unpleasantness. Today hasn't been the Top of the Pops, I suppose.

I'm exhausted, not because I didn't get enough sleep, though I'd have liked to have slept more, but this week has just worn me out. A lot happened that hasn't been too great. Not even my old friend, caffeine, can perk me up this afternoon.

I'm sitting at a Starbucks in midtown, a fairly empty one, waiting for my friends to get back from a birthday party in Gridley. Part of me just wants to head back to my house and pass out for a while. But hiding from the world with sleep is not an answer. It's often a furthering of a problem.

I need to be out of this place. I have been here too long, and it is wearing on me, very much.  I've been saying this for years, but words are empty things. If "cool" and "hot" can mean the same thing (good), then language in and of itself is meaningless and words mean nothing when compared to actions. It's time to put that sentiment to use rather than just continually spewing it at no one in particular, namely myself.

But again, empty words.

Show at the Town Pump in Yuba City on the 11th of March, a Friday night. Be there, please. All the bands would love your support.

There are two posters here above me, one for the Veridian Symphony Orchestra and the other for the Yuba City Mud Run. Why do these strike me as opposite ends of the spectrum?

And why do I feel I'm surrounded more by those who ascribe to the latter rather than the former?

I have never been on a mud run. I have, however, been to see the symphony. So perhaps my opinion is somewhat weighted unfairly, but I'm not too excited about a mud run. Apologies to those who are.

My book is kind of taking shape.  There are two chapters in the 2.5 draft, and it's finally looking like something that can be published. The rest of the story exists merely in my head, and several of the subsequent chapters in the 2.0 draft have to be re-written from a slightly different stance, but it can and will be finished.

And if you know my pen name, when I do publish it, buy a copy and read it. And tell me what you think.

But this is getting long and is drifting. Aimless like a lot of things. Thank you if you're reading this.