For the entire month of June I’m planning on writing a series of blog-a-day posts based on a set series of open-ended questions to myself. This is one of those posts.
June 9th // Something You Have Heard
I’m sitting here at the computer in my basement pondering what to write while iTunes hums away through my music collection in the background. And here I am again thinking about the so-called spirit implied by these questions. I mean, I could just tell you what I’m listening to right now and get onto playing some Minecraft instead of trying to write a blog post — which is all I pretty much feel like doing right now — but instead I’m caught in this vaguely half-assed attempt at coming up with something half-way meaningful in the context of something I’m seemingly implying has meaning. So — instead — I’m thinking, pretending, assuming, skipping-the-caring-bit-and-just-telling-you what you want to read here is perhaps a snapshot of the many different things I’ve heard over the course of today, as weirdly random as that might be. Care or not, it fulfills my daily blog obligations.
Those things are:
- CBC news as I flipped on the radio during breakfast;
- the chimes of the LRT echoing along the concrete platform in the warm spring moring air announcing the next arriving train barrelling towards the station;
- a few unremarkable lines, chords, maybe verses of some random-and-generic adult contemporary song playing over the cafe speakers as I bought my morning coffee;
- a chapter from my current Audible book “The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich” via my iPhone while I chugged through processing some site changes at the office;
- the rah-rah chant of a random group of corporate challenge people riding a superbike through Churchill square while I ate an “AndyDog*” from Fat Franks at noon;
- the familiar bings of a crosswalk signal as I wandered across downtown to a meeting;
- the two buskers in Central Station — who are always in Central Station at the end of each and every work day — playing their guitars, strumming out the same Counting Crows covers;
- three sciencey-type articles from the audio edition of The Economist via my iPhone as I plodded through the commute;
- again, the CBC news broadcast in my car as I drove to my running clinic;
- the exercise-induced huff-puff-huff-puff of the eleven runners out doing our first night of many hill training nights, barely breathing as we reached the top of the climb on our last circuit;
- the podcast edition of “The Age of Persuassion” as I ate my supper recently rewarmed from the microwave;
- Claire, from her bedroom where she should be sleeping, asking dozens of delay-tactic questions followed by “goodnight! seeyouinthemorning daddy!”; and
- a selection of random electronica playing right now from my computer’s speakers…
Yeah. Just a smattering of random things. (I’m going to go play now.)
*AndyDog: The Art Gallery has an Andy Warhol exhibit on right now so Fat Franks, the hot dog street vendor, is selling a promotional/special so-called AndyDog which consists of a european weiner, a pickle, mustard, onions, and crushed potato chips. I thought I’d explain because I couldn’t find any reference to this having any sort of real meaning to anything relating to Andy Warhol via a Google search… but I might just be lazy.