Bobby saves the day

I had a nearly worthless day today. I spent most of the day struggling with my website. I ended up remaking the entire thing. It kind of works now and I spent way too much time erasing in and rebuilding it over and over. When I wasn't stuck in cyberspace traffic I was stuck in actual traffic on I-25. I was at a crawl for a good 45 minutes on the way to buy a new external hard drive that was probably a waste of money, but apparently it's recommended to have one for audio editing.
Just when I thought the day was a loss, I decided to download Bob Dylan's "Lay Down Your Weary Tune." The day is no longer a waste. The song is amazing. I heard it first from Tim O'Brian on his "Red on Blonde" Dylan-tribute album. Then I heard it a few days ago on the PBS Dylan special called no direction home. Today I bought it off I-Tunes and I downloaded the lyrics. The words are incredible. It's hard to believe that a person wrote them. They have the feel of a "traditional" tune that is just passed down which no one knows who wrote--like the bible or something. I'm going to spend the rest of the night trying to remember the words. If I can learn the song then today was a today well spent.

Today

I felt at loose ends today. I didn't know what to do with myself again. I've spent hours at this computer. I don't think that overall computers have saved humanity any time. The reverse is true. I would get much more done if computers were never invented and I just had a notebook and a pencil. We get so excited over all the stuff a computer can do. I think it's because we have no idea how it works. Some how I move my finger across the lap top and a little pointer moves around. How does it know to move around. I don't know. That's why it's amazing.
This is a boring blog. I have nothing to say. Good thing no one is reading it.
Tonight I have a date, so maybe my day won't be a total waste. We'll see.
I'm tired of waking up bored.

Crap

I'm in a foul mood. My dog ran out of the back yard and I took a good tour of the neighborhood looking for her. She came back on her own to the back ally and my brother let her back in the yard. I had plans to do a bunch of recording tonight but I'm having trouble getting motivated. I don't feel like doing much of anything. I've barely eaten anything today because our kitchen is being remodeled. All I've eaten is four small tortillas with cheese and tomato sauce. I drank a couple diet soft drinks. I also had a multi-vitamin because I was worried about contracting scurvey.
I can't decide what to do tonight. Part of me feels like calling it now and just going to bed. Our Hunker Down gigs this weekend were just cancelled because the girl who booked us quit her job. I'm going to drive around with Andy tomorrow and try to round up some more gigs.

Dear public diary

I like this blog idea.
They say that when you write you should write to a specific audience. Having a particular target audience in mind makes for better writing. If I'm scribbling in a journal, I have no real audience--or rather my audience is myself. If I'm scribbling in a journal, I figure that the only other person that will read what I wrote is me a few years later. With blogging, I have no idea who will read what I write. I haven't publicized this site to anyone, and I don't plan on publicizing the site to anyone. We'll see what happens.
Today I taught a piano lesson, met with Rabbi Brian Field, worked on my online courses and ate a Chipotle burrito. Tonight I'm meeting with Julie Geller to practice for our show on Saturday. Before I go to meet her, I need to work a bit more on my online courses. I'm really enjoying the classes and I think I'll get a lot out of them.
Tomorrow is Thursday and I have a lot to do. Ilan and I may get started dumping trash from the church and figuring out what to do with it. I also want to make an outline of the Hunker Down album and really wrap my brain around a realistic time-line to complete it. I need to set goals and deadlines so it becomes a reality. No time to dilly-dilly. Say I got no time for the jibber-jabber. Pitty da foo. Winny da poo.

It works

Apparently this thing does work. Yay. I almost wish it didn't. Just think of how much more time I will waste now since it does work.
The difference between journal writing and blogging is that blogging carries with it the thrill of random exhibitionism. You never know who will take a peak at your goods. It's more than likely that no one will see what I write... still, anyone could. It makes me more motivated to write something that doesn't suck.
So anyway, I spent the day today working on online courses and messing around with audio software. I also helped move a fridge and dishwasher, and I went for a run. Not much of a carpe diem sort experience this time around. Tomorrow I have a full day of teaching and then I'm going to a jam session tomorrow night with a hot fiddle player. I'll try a bit harder to carpe the old diem tomorrow.
I like these online courses I'm taking. It makes me feel like I'm being more productive with my time. It's good to be a student. I feel like I have more of a direction. Credit is a funny thing. I decided to pay an extra $300 per course to take them "for credit." In the long run, there's no difference between "for credit" and "not for credit" -- either way I'm still going to die. God's not keeping score. On the other hand, there are a lot of people who are keeping score. And some of those people have money and job opportunities for me. You have to play the game whether you like it or not. If you choose to break the rules or not to play at all, it's the same thing as losing the game. The trick is win the game without getting so in to it that you take it for more than just a game. The game's not over.

Check one two

I'm still not sure this thing works. Testing... testing...

Does this work?

I'm just figuring out how this blog thing works. It's kind of fun, but if it's too hard to figure out, then I quit. Right now I'm listening to NWA and wasting time. This weekend is going to be a lot of fun. I'm playing with Hunker Down tomorrow at Cletusfest at Mile High Stadium and tomorrow night at Dulcinea's. Justin's coming in from Seattle for the weekend. It will be a blast. I'm not going to right that much more, because I'm sure I know how to post this thing. Ate mais.

Now what?

What do I do now? Start sending out lonely messages into the void. Who am I writing to? You might say I'm writing to myself. You might say I'm looking for someone to write to. You might say that there's no difference because we're all one. You might say I should go to bed now.
I may not keep this blog idea up for very long. We'll see how it goes.
I seem to have a lot of time at the beginning of the day and none at the end. It's funny how that seems to happen every day, but it's always a surprise. You would think I would have figured it out by now.
I had an idea today to record everything I ever did, but then it occured to me that no one would ever be able to watch my whole production, because they would have to spend their whole life doing it--that's assuming that I live more years than them. If they live longer than me, then they could do it, but they probably wouldn't want to. I think I'm funny and that's more important than your opinion. Then again, we're all one, so you think I'm funny too.