- I have absolutely no idea why people are looking to replace black, ever. But I also have no idea why it’s frowned upon to wear white shoes, or pants or undergarments, or hats, after flag day.
- I’m very particular about my grammar, word choice, and punctuation. For the most part, this makes me a better writer – but when I’m working on a truly creative endeavor, my pickiness gets in the way. While the story is writing itself, in my mind, I get hung up on choosing the perfect word/phrasing/sentence instead of just transcribing
the crazy voices in my head in those rare times that they’re not telling me to do evil things the story . . . so that, by the time I try to catch up with the story, it’s gone.
- I need to find the time for song lyrics. Badly.
- I’m a huge fan of the ampersand, but I cannot allow myself to ever place an ampersand at the beginning of a sentence1, or after a comma2, or as the beginning of a parenthetical aside.
- I believe the semi-colon to be the most misunderstood (and therefore underused) punctuation mark.
- As I’m approaching my “target weight3,” I’m finding that I’m changing my strategy at the gym. I’m focusing less on cardio and focusing more on weight-training (though I’m still targeting the same amount of time at the gym). This means that most of my cardio comes
at the buttcrack of dawn in the early morning. Part of me wants to say that this is just a natural progression as I need to burn fewer calories, but that’s not the case at all. I’m vain. I’ll be on the beach before too long and I want to look good without a shirt on.
- Along those lines, my new obsession is the #corechallenge. While I said, last week, that I’m approaching being able to complete forty consecutive push-ups, that’s from a rest . . . after a thirty-minute weight-lifting circuit and fifty crunches, completing two sets of fifteen push-ups, as sweat drips off of your nose, is difficult.
- I played a concert with the West Short Symphony Orchestra yesterday. Since I’ve been with this group, it was the largest crowd we’d ever had, and we played exceedingly well. I was proud to be part of the organization (not that I wasn’t, previously, but you know what I mean . . . or maybe you don’t, but if you don’t, well, I just need to choose my words better).
- Several people came up to me, after the concert, to say that they love watching me play. On one hand, it’s great to know that I’m making someone happy — but, it’s probably not a great thing to stand out so much while playing with a symphony. The thing is, during a concert, I tone my moving with the music back. When I’m learning a piece, I look like a perpetual motion machine.
- I nearly posted a vlog last night of me playing piano – but only because I was still wearing a tuxedo from the concert. See? Vain.