I’m considering getting a paper journal to write in, just to log the day’s occurrences in a place, keep track of where I’ve been and any stray thoughts that I don’t think would be worth posting here. Might be good to keep one while I’m out of town: I’ve always thought of keeping log of thoughts in my head when I took trips before, but I have already put scraps of my writing in the various notebooks I keep.
Where does the time go? I’m just letting myself waste time on Discogs, looking at pictures of old CDs, records and cassettes while I listen to my jazz playlist in iTunes. I love jazz, but I need to pay attention to it to fully enjoy it. It doesn’t work as background music for me. I was 16 when I bought a CD of Kind Of Blue. I know, it’s cliche to use it as an introduction to the genre, seeing as it’s everyone’s gateway drug into jazz, but hey, it worked for me.
For everything I accomplish, there’s still a lot of time being idled away. I guess it’s not an especially bad thing, but I can’t help but have a little guilt when I don’t work on my photography portfolio, SNL reviews or even cutting down on that stack of unwatched DVDs. I’ve come to the realization that those are things I have to do when I’m actually in the mood to do them. I don’t expect to have all of my 30 Before 30 list done before my birthday, and I think its served its purpose pretty well.
I still think I might need to do a free write sometime. Not on here…just in a word document where I type blindly for an hour. I might assemble what I let out into a more polished piece of work, but then again, I may not. Sorry to come off as a little coy here.
My iPod Touch is loaded as full as possible with the works of Bob Dylan, Tom Waits, Leonard Cohen and Bruce Cockburn these days. I just had an urge to spend some time alone with their words and music.