sat/20211218
Rainy morning and The (pixelated security camera) Morkie (pictured above) is disturbed for reasons as yet unknown but we should all know that she always has her reasons, such as they are: there is a disturbance in The Morks / the day awaits.
THE BEATLES: GET BACK (2021)
While my status as a decades-long Beatlemaniac with a penchant for deep dives into creative processes, group dynamics, and George's guitar solo on "Let It Be” (the album version) would make it obvious that I could easily sit through another eight hours of Jackson's love letter to the slog of doing The Work – another eight hours of Paul's efforts to hold the group together ("and then there were two" still stings) and the sheer scope of his musical talent; of George's creative frustration (making his triumph with ALL THINGS MUST PASS a little over a year later that much sweeter) and lamentations over his (wholly unfounded) inadequacies as a guitar player – true craftsman that he was; of the truth of the unfair treatment and mischaracterization of Yoko over the last half century (it's clear how deeply she and John loved one another – and how Paul recognized that, saying at one point "She's great; they just want to be together"); of Ringo's Ringo-ness throughout the whole thing (particularly loved the "Octopus's Garden" sequence where George helps him work something out on the piano – a helping hand that John and Paul seemed unwilling to lend George); and of Mal Evans's delight in hitting that anvil – the best part of my time with GET BACK has been getting to experience it with my wife who, up until Thanksgiving, had never been a Beatles fan: we’re currently, thanks to GET BACK, making our way through all of their work – her first time hearing much of it, my first time re-visiting in far too long: a true gift.
Make the time to savor all eight hours: may we all find ourselves as happy as Mal Evans with his anvil.
fri/20211217
A moan and a groan from Kirby as he stares at me, tip of the tongue partway out, demanding all teh "Snacky Noms" but ye must wait, young Kirby, for the Snacky Noms song has not sounded (the alarm on the Reminders app: he perks up every time he hears it and woe to me if I wait too long); the day awaits.
thu/20211216
Cue random bits and slices: Since upgrading my CGM / sensor to the 2, I have become a near-field device and therefore occasionally cause Bluetooth interference, particularly when using my phone to connect to the Bronco's stereo and when using the AirPods; that this is my current status brings me endless amusement and entertainment... my contempt for salad forks has only grown over the years as they make for poor omelete creation; size matters... Kirby has decimated his squeaky donut, captured above; stockpiling of squeaky donuts will thus ensue... and, finally, this morning’s workchunk was one of those unicorns: a good one; hopefully it continues but if it doesn't let this be a record that it did, in fact happen... the day awaits.
