Slap some music on the wall

Just realized the connection between music and the stimulation for writing.. had meant to start a holy shit what is going on post, but decided to hit the open tabs and cycle through the web pages between emails and scheduling.

hit this set of mashups - actually the first one before this but i like this one a little better, both good - find the other one if you want

but

that music thing, an invitation to play, to jam... also to ride bikes, in the woods...



heart to heart with a close friend, things are changing in his life, with his family, I dismiss opportunities to jam with people because, well time, and i dunno, my repertoire sucks and my tolerance for anything but perfect intonation and pitch is as bad as my sister's. It is not a conducive ailment to jamming.

It aligns well with my intolerance of chewing, the misophonia, but also people who bounce around or just move nonsensically in place, esp without a clinical condition. Even then, it takes a huge amount of cerebral control to tap down the anxiety and unease when the tremors are pathologically driven.

It hasn't always been that way but i guess this is the new me.

But the news picking up kit this morning kind of tweaked reality a little.

I rode the e-bike in, trying to balance recovery with out riding it enough to trigger the back issues. Not sure how far I can push it.

I'd ride the race bike in SSCX mode but that back tire is wearing FAST. Saving it for racing is a better idea. Maybe we'll get mud soon and I'll try the other tires. That or I'll just have to try the other tires once this one goes totally slick.

Life throws some weird shit around ya know?

trying to sort out the yuletide travel sketches and it is narrowed down quite a bit - timing, may not be able to get out as early as I would like, but hopefully early enough to make a trip down to see what is up with Tacoma Nationals.

the rest of the house has come down with a rough sinus bug, so far not me, but fingers crossed I can avoid it, rest week may be more mandatory than voluntary if it hits me.

There's still a good bit of mental fatigue to go with the residual physical stuff but yesterday did wind up doing a heap of good. I did wind up watching the women's WC race. The name I mentioned and redacted in an edit later didn't get much if any screen time but did have a pretty amazing result, and yes I was following the live timing ticker on the bottom watching the slow steady progress through the field. Watching that Welsh phenom command that first lap was awesome, Richards is amazing. Has me thinking, sadly that KFC's time has come and gone, between Neff and Richards the rainbow stripes may be forever out of her reach. The #2 US woman has shown really consistent progress and perhaps the new coach is finally fixing all the errors of the previous one. But I dunno anything other than a sideline pundit greatly removed from the situation.

Life is strange. Everyone's lighting up, 420 time, kind of like the near constant reminder on the Volvo P0420 code.

I gotta shake this weird headspace, at least it isn't very melancholic, that's a bonus I'm very grateful for.

time to close the browsers and leave the desk for a few minutes....

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