18
Oct 22

A sostenuto over tea kettle

The interesting thing about siloed and stratified workplaces is that, sometimes, people get out over their skies and, because you know their background you know they are well out over their skis. We all get there eventually. Racing along until you’re flailing along. The next part is about how graceful you can be when the physics are no longer your friend.

This is why I don’t talk a lot about market equities or PEST analyses. My hips and shoulders would be out of alignment pretty quickly. And if those were the sorts of things in your vocabulary, you’d know how much flailing about I was doing.

Another interesting thing about working in a place like this is that I today had occasion to say this sentence.

“… and the point behind that is based on research developed in this very building … ”

Because that, friends, sounds cool.

This is also an area where I can talk about something I’m trained in, to someone who is not, and delivery as much clarity as necessary, operationalizing things like the Limited Capacity Model of Motivated Mediated Message Processing and cognitive processing in video messages or, more broadly, concentrated messaging or holistic strategies.

Looks like it is time to catch up once again with the Re-Listening Project. I’m filling valuable blog space and valueless time in the car by working my way through all of my old CDs in chronological order. None of these are reviews, but sometimes there’s something fun. And, today, there’s a lot of good music. So fall back to the mid 1990s with me, won’t you.

I’ve probably listened to this as much as anything I own. If there’s something I’ve played more, I’d like to know what it is. I bought this double live album as a cassette. How much did I listen to this? I learned how long you had to rewind each song to get back to the front again. I listened to it a lot. When I picked it up again as a CD, I had a copy for the car and a copy for the house.

As I listened to this last week I found myself reciting all the spoken parts, and playing the bass lines on the steering wheel. The only problem with listening to this in the car is that it is always tempting to just keep driving.

Some times, when Amy Ray is singing, it is really quite tempting. Anyway, 28 great tracks make up just under two-and-a-half magical musical hours, and they’ll all play in that one fabulous box above. There’s one song I skip, but this time I listened all the way through.

Speaking of bass lines, the next record is from Martin Page. “In the House of Stone and Light” had a top 10 hit and a top 20 followup in 1994. I bought this later than that because it just seemed like the choice at the time. I don’t play it a lot, but it never disappoints. The guy has had a star-studded career, working with Kim Carnes, Earth, Wind & Fire and Barbra Streisand. The keyboards you love on the Ghostbusters theme? That’s him. He’s also worked with the great Bernie Taupin, Starship and Heart. He composed for Neil Diamond, worked with Chaka Khan and produced Tom Jones, among others. And then he did that mid-90s AC and VH-1 staple.

Rather than play the two radio hits from this record, though …

This one was released as a single, but it didn’t get the same traction. Somehow I imagine it was huge in retail shopping settings, though. Play this, you can just feel that weird sensation of extra hangers grabbing hold of one another, or that new shoe smell from the back right corner of the store.

Someone took the ballad and made it a Pride & Prejudice track. It … works?

Those are from his debut album. This summer he released his 10th record. So I have some work to do, hips and shoulders. Hips and shoulders.


18
Oct 22

Catober, Day 18


17
Oct 22

Peak autumn weekend (The one with the leaves)

Here are a bunch of photos from what turned into a lovely weekend. (Next weekend is forecast to be nice, too, but the leaves and the sun worked out this weekend and you don’t count on that twice in a row around these parts.)

I went for my first bike ride in, quite a while, actually. The Yankee insisted I go ride. I think she’s tired of me hovering and worrying over her. So I had a 31-mile pedal and it felt like the first ride in quite a while, actually.

I went down the best autumn road in town. This is our seventh autumn here, somehow, and I’ve only taken this road twice. Some things should just be used sparingly, ya know?

And with views like this, you could see why I wouldn’t want to spoil it, right?

And so I huffed and puffed and counted my blessings that I was able to ride this road on one of the best days of the season, just for a quiet few minutes with no cars and these views.

Here’s a video of it, which buffered and compressed poorly, it seems. I may have to try this again, but, really, it’s the light and color we are after here, and definitely not the bouncy part in the middle.

Woods at the bottom of that same road:

That old road turns into a fork, to the left is a gravel drive and to the right, a gravel road.

But when you’re on a road bike, and don’t have gravel tires, you can’t be too curious about what lies further ahead. It’s probably just another house or two, anyway.

Here are some other leaves. You can never capture autumn, not really.

You need to smell the leaves.

And you need the suggestion of chill in the air.

That flicker of the sun glancing and dancing through the leaves is helpful, too.

You need the sound of the breeze dancing through the trees.

And the crunch of another season under foot.

That’s what you need to really appreciate autumn, before it is all just sticks pointing to the sky.

Those parts are never in the pictures.

Even the ones from a fine Saturday morning walk.


17
Oct 22

Catober, Day 17


16
Oct 22

Catober, Day 16