friday random elevenish: “cubed” edition
Y’know…four day weeks, longer than five, etc…
It’s cliché for a reason, though. As I started this Friday morning, I already had 29 hours on the books (out of a four day week total of 32), most of it in active conversation, either on the phone, via collaboration apps, or, horror of horrors, in an actual office building conference room with other actual people!
After a few aborted attempts over the last couple of months, I had some actual in-office billable hours (not that my salary works like that) for the first time in a long time yesterday.
It was…odd.
It was also rather useful, working through the IT program management center’s pile of work and sorting and classifying and assigning and arguing and debating and such…not that we got done digging through the pile, but we made progress, and it was, I think, easiser to find a rhythm while in the same room with folks.
That said, it was long, a little awkward for all of us, and even though we were wearing masks (the whole metro area’s still in “high risk” status), watching the black particulate crap blowing out of the HVAC vents in the satellite office we were using that’s in the midst of being stripped for parts as the organization lets the lease run out wasn’t particularly inspiring.
But hey, the boss bought us lunch, and it was a pleasant diversion to be able to see most of someone’s face again after working with them through a headset for the last two years, and laugh a bit at the once-a-century weirdness of the whole situation.
Not that we’re planning on doing it again any time soon…black particulate and all.
Otherwise, this past week was largely “meh.” I worked a lot, of course, got a couple of bike rides in early in the week and dodged raindrops and hailstones the latter part. I hunted a bunch of local hardware stores for a 21/64″ drill bit (harder than you’d expect), paid some bills, corresponded with some con staff regarding upcoming gigs, and mostly didn’t get enough sleep.
It’s dance recital weekend, so I’ll be busy supporting that, even if this year’s venue doesn’t require the use of my P.A. with me behind the board. Between that and grocery shopping, I’m hoping to get the Trek closer to road-worthy, and ideally, maybe relax a bit? Who knows.
Anyway – here’s a bunch of tunes for the week – some actual late 60s, and some stuff that sounds like it. Not at all sure what the seed for this one was, but it kind of fits the damp, foggy, overcast morning out my window:
- “Mind Eraser” – Nicole Atkins
- “The Thing Is” – Foxygen
- “Whisper” – Ty Segall
- “Can’t Stop The Rain” – Neil Francis
- “Birthday Boys” – Oysterhead
- “Time Will Come (1967)” – Tol-Puddle Martyrs
- “Considering a Move to Memphis” – The Colorblind James Experience
- “Diddy Wah Diddy” – Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band
- “Fever Dog” – Still Water
- “Run Run Run” – Kurt Vile
- “Golden Years” – Car Seat Headrest
- “Sometimes A Pony Gets Depressed” – Silver Jews
- “The Man” – Patto
- “I, Moron” – The Lovely Eggs w Iggy Pop
- “Shoutout” – The Walker Brothers
