day off

Today is my day off and boy, did I need it. I’ve been working strange hours for the past three days. It felt good to sleep ’til 10 and take my time getting out of bed. I actually thought it was impossible for me to sleep late, like I did when I was in high school and college. The past couple of mornings, despite my bedtime, I found myself undeniably awake at 8, 9 AM. But I feel good that I got my eight hours. And I feel good about today.

I planning on getting back in the studio soon. I’m looking forward to laying down some guitar tracks for two songs I’m working on. Rhythm is all set, but the bass and lead I’m still working out. I’ll probably send that email today. I’ve also been working a lot, which I am happy about.

Today is one of those days where I know I would love to sit down and do nothing all day, just eat and watch TV. But I’m going to try to make something of it because I have a few errands to run (and I really need to get my ass to yoga). In The Sound of Music, Captain Von Trapp says, “Activity suggests a life filled with purpose”. And I’ve always loved that line. It helps to contextualize my life a bit (and maybe not stay at home so much). It motivates me to do things and be out in the world. Because how can we write a good memoir in 30 years if we’re indoors all day?

-RKB

Dodecagon x ∞

Mary Poppins is goddamn everything.

My head feels like a brick after a long day of leisure

proving you can have too much of a good thing.

I suppose you’re asking yourself some questions.

You’re not the only one.

I know I’ve been thinking a lot about masks

and whether or not we really have control over our emotions;

about guilt.

It affects the breath in the strangest way.

I’m not even close to taming it.

And can I tell you a secret?

I don’t know what I’m doing.

There’s days I’m drunk enough to shake it off;

there’s days it scares the hell out of me.

But what if I never find a happy medium?

Okay.

I’ll be quiet now.

I’m a dodecagon times infinity.

Miserably eternal.

I’m everywhere so much that maybe it doesn’t much matter at all.

Every day is “to be continued…”

‘Til then.

 

 

 

Oliver Platt And My CinderElmo Roots

51DKdAsT6-L._SS500_I finished watching The Big C yesterday and freakin’ cried. Omg, what a great series – even though it got cut short! Guys, if you have Optimum (or Showtime Anytime) you can watch all the seasons! I highly recommend.

But anyway, today I was making Maui Wowee bars (they came out DELISH, by the way. So easy too!) and thinking about the show MV5BMzkzNDgzNjEyM15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwNzQzODA0._V1_SX640_SY720_when I realized the first time I saw Oliver Platt in anything was CinderElmo. It was my brother’s favorite movie when he was a tot, so naturally I’ve watched it many times. We’re only 8 years apart. It just cracked me up contrasting his character then to Paul Jamison whom we see dropping f-bombs, having affairs, snorting coke, and getting piss drunk. I love it. Platt was also in Bicentennial Man, which is one of my favorite movies of all time.

I thought he and Laura Linney made a great TV couple for The Big C. I wonder if it would have ended the same had it not been cancelled…Okay, no spoilers. Watch it!