poetry helps

 

So. Yesterday was a whirlwind for me. I slept poorly on Saturday night. Eileen and I walked to the morning church service. I am thinking I need to get there earlier and do more playing because the last two Sundays I have felt a bit blurry. Fortunately, I didn’t commit the major faux pas of the previous Sunday.

I am still pondering how yesterday went. Last night I was mostly thinking like a freshman and replaying my mistakes. I didn’t nail the organ pieces the way I wanted to. But with a dash of willed perspective I could see that both the church service and recital went very well.

But it wasn’t until this morning that I realized how complimentary people were to me all day. I just didn’t hear it. I’ll write more about it, I’m sure. But for today my task is once again to try to relax and gain as much perspective as I can.

Poetry helps.

Why Women Aren’t C.E.O.s, According to Women Who Almost Were – The New York Times

I have been pondering how privileged white males and what this means in how I relate to my wife. This article provided some good beginnings of conversation for us. It’s a long article but worth the time. I also enjoyed the comments (I tend to just view the New York Times picks).

Mustache Intact, Salvador Dalí’s Remains Are Exhumed in Paternity Suit – The New York Times

 

How the Modern World Made Cowards of Us All – The New York Times

This is another one of those articles that is built on understanding specific words. I love it.

Chilling Fervor: This Week’s 8 Best Classical Music Moments on YouTube – The New York Times

I love these kinds of collections. I haven’t listened to any yet and I probably will not listen to them all, but it’s still interesting.

discipline not delight

 

Eileen is at an Alto Breakfast. I have tasks today for the silly concert tomorrow. I am planning to write questions to ask the players in tomorrow’s program and then email them to them so they won’t be caught off guard. I basically have clear ideas about what I want to ask but have to put it into sentences.

I also want to post the program on Fakebook as well the poster for the next Grace Notes 2017 recital.

 Here’s the embedded version.

This doesn’t work very well. It changed the margins.  I will have to mess with it later before putting it up on Fakebook.

Here’s Rhonda’s poster.

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I still have to figure out how to get these on Fakebook. But that’s later today.

I’m trying to understand my current mild stress. I am functioning well. That’s the language I used with Rev Jen this week. But something is a bit off. My motivation is practically nil. Today I will spend all the time necessary to prepare for tomorrow. I will practice. Eileen and I will run through the organ demonstrator, “Hiker’s Gear.” We have gone through it a couple of times. Eileen is rocking on this. I will do the Fakebook tasks. I will post the hymns. All of this falls under the rubric of discipline but not delight, duty not delight.

On the other hand I have been enjoying my reading. I ordered real copies of two books today: Olio O by Tyehimba Jess and A Detroit Anthology edited by Anna Clark.

The opening essay in the latter, We Love Detroit, Even If You Don’t by Aaron Foley, is quite charming. At one point, he writes “… guess what? We all live somewhere that’s fucked up to some degree” and this really hit me. Holland has its own “fucked up” nature. Hope College is as much a detriment as an asset to the community in my opinion. And the class nature of the locals is entrenched.

I don’t think I wrote about this here, but at our anniversary meal at Boatwerkes Waterfront restaurant we were denies window seats.  We were seated right across from the waitress station and just outside our window was the waitress station for the extensive outdoor seating. All of the seating at the front of the restaurant with the nice view were empty. We were there early, of course. Their policy is they don’t have reservations. But they do reserve choice seating for their “winter customers.” This was according to the Maitre D. I made up my mind not to ruin our meal by pointing any of this out to Eileen. But later we told each other that we had noticed that when we left there were still seats available. We could have been seated and none of the “winter customers” would have been denied a view.

I wondered if the fact that I was in a t shirt and shorts had anything to do with this treatment. I have noticed that there is a definitely a local culture that keeps people on the outside. That’s pretty “fucked up,” right?

I don’t mean to complain. It’s that big a deal. But it’s helpful to read a Detroit author reminding me that though I live in a safer neighborhood here than we did when we lived in Detroit, we have not escaped a local “fucked up” scene, just traded it for a different brand. I do remember when first moved here I was taken aback at all the white people. It’s a bit better now. But I don’t think I’ve cracked the local code other than to realize there is one.

A Broader Sweep – The New York Times

This was weird to read because the reporters followed an ICE team throughout areas where my son and his fam live: Riverside, Corona. It seemed somehow a bit more real to me for that reason.

How We Define Clickbait(Which We Do Our Best to Avoid) – The New York Times

So I’ve been using the New York Times app and it’s browser version of “Today’s Paper” back and forth on my tablet. I like the app presentation better. it includes comments which I cannot read on “Today’s Paper.”

This is made a bit harder because the headlines for the exact same story differ. I had to look back and forth by the writers names to find the same article in the two.

 

This is the “Today’s Paper” version.

 

 

 

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This is the app version of the exact same story.

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Here’s a link to a June article where they talk about writing headlnes.

Which Headlines Attract Most Readers? – The New York Times