existential maw of . . .well, don't know. Won't know until. . .when?
Till then, green grass and high tides, la Vida tranquil. What will be
the next distraction? Will it be benign or malignant, pregnant or
barren?
My current groove is biking to the YWCA in the morning, sitting at
Nina's for awhile, ( that's where I am now), writing a bit--thumb
typing on the old Tmobile Wing PDA that no longer functions as a phone
but has WiFi, a mechanical keyboard, and Microsoft Word Mobile, and
even editing. (Kazaaw bada bing--using spellchecker!)
While I was on the elliptical trainer at the YWCA, listening to a
podcast from KEXP, to a pretty much rap style song, there was a lick,
probably a sample, of a little piano run, Stevie Wonder-esque. And I
thought "wouldn't it be great if I could notate that little lick?" so
I could remember it? Ah! The App Store! Sure enough, there's a bunch
of stuff there. And so -- I downloaded so far: Grand Piano Lite and
NLogFree. The next question is whether I want to delve in, aware of
the risks of obsession and compulsion.
Saved by the bell. I need to trundle off to work.
--
David
www.schons.net
