So last night Pam and I attended Walker Art Center’s Annual end of June Rock The Garden Concert featuring The National. The night was as perfect a night one could ask for an outdoor concert, not a chill to be felt. I might mention that possibly the band got started late and was cut off before really hitting the sort of high one might anticipate, but I feel that might be my own take, and possibly not shared. Sound was great. We got there later as I worked until 5:30 pm and so we arrived during a set by The Courtney Barnett Band. I will say that the event was easily accessible and well managed which made our late entry very comfortable.
This Sunday morn I’m listening to my new release playlist which so far has produced a song called “I Am A Very Rude Person” by Thom Yorke that I liked enough without giving it full attention. “Forever Half Mast” by Lucy Dacus catches my sideways fancy. Erik Koskinen has a new collection called “Burning The Deal”.
I’m also going through a week of emails, deleting the many many that will go completely unread. Then I have bills to schedule, financials to document and all of this before I can work on photographs, which has fallen away in a dead endless collection of unedited and unscene. Summer fills every ounce of wakefulness with opportunity to collect and observe in complete comfort, and one must partake.
I had an idea to start a blog more than 4 years ago and then life just went and flipped my whole situation. I’m still a hard working person who found a profession to transition too that still includes overtime, although less than before, and an eight hour day is a rare thing that can happen, but most often does not. We are a strange group of humans who will put up with the stress that is hard to avoid when working with other humans. At my job a robot employee(that does not exist) is the standard by which the rest of us are evaluated. So some of my peers who have worked there for 20 years and more are often let to know that they are woefully substandard to this future employee that someday will replace them, but is not quite ready to roll out. So no matter how long you work for this agency you don’t get any “better” at your job, you are just a subpar human version of what will someday be all the promise of technological perfection, a robot who will work till death and without a sideways glance, thought or utterance. This robot will not be a member of a union, and if you purposely treat it cruel just because your human and can’t help yourself, it will continue to be perfect without the hindrance of anger or happiness or anything at all. So I will try and get this blog up and floating again, and we shall see! Otherwise maybe I will employ a bot to make blog for me!
Yes the air in my house is filled with the aromas of peppers roasting, banana and red bell to be exact. The black plums that are roasting on the same pan I do not smell, or if I do, I know not the smell enough to make it out. Roasting peppers is so satisfying for it’s reward of filling space with it’s wonderful promise. Fall is when the oven can be turned on again in the house, as the temperature falls the oven can be turned up. How can the end of something so sumptuous as summer be even more beautiful than spring?
not a great place to take a nap