Dimes

6:30am. Wawa. I refuel my car and walk inside to get some coffee. I say hi to the employees that I recognize. I mix some mocha wakeup poison caffeine powder into my 20 oz. Columbian and walk up to an empty line. I get a new cashier that I haven’t seen before. The customer in the next line over brought her coffee and pastry up to the exhausted cashier. She paid cash and asked for dimes for her change. Eight dimes. Unprompted, she explained to the cashier that they weigh less than other coins and that she collects them. She has a lot of dimes saved up and can easily bring $20-30 in change with her in her purse because dimes are so lightweight.

Everybody is weird. Everybody is unique. Everybody is beautiful in their own ways. Life is weird.

simplicity.

I have a lot of junk.

When normal people say something like that, you assume they have a lot of stuff. I’m not normal. If you were to see my room right now, you would possibly be scared. Unless you’re Shane, and then you call it an organized mess. I have more clothing, books, furniture, and sound equipment than I’ll ever need. It is easy for me to fill my entire car full of technology when I go to play a show or do a recording…but I’ve been thinking lately about the fact that I don’t really need all of that all the time. Too much stuff is sometimes complicated and confusing and makes a job harder. I need to learn how to use the right tools for a specific job. We play simple music, so we need simple mixes.

I’ve been working on a mix of a Honey Badger song called “Don’t Remind Me” and I just wasn’t happy with all of the technology and channels and plugins, so I ended up stripping it down to just the ambient room mic with a bit of eq and compression. You can hear the natural reverb from Gore Recital Hall, where we recorded. I like it. The Honey Badgers’ new EP, “Booth Bay,” will be ready soon ^_^

Take a listen!

The Honey Badgers - Don't Remind Me

 

handles

I was doing dishes last night.

Growing up, I never saw why my parents made doing the dishes such a big deal. I always thought they were fun to help clean up. All I was doing back then was helping for a few minutes and then running along to do whatever my little self wanted though. I didn’t have to wash three meals worth of dishes for five people every night.

Currently, I wash dishes that I use for meals immediately after I am finished. A few times a week, though, I have to wash everyone else’s dishes that have built up and filled the sink [there are always a lot of people visiting and eating and sleeping at our apartment]. I don’t mind dishes, I just mind that it’s rare for someone else to do them. Anyway, we drink lots of coffee [!], so we have lots of mugs. I am fortunate that mugs, by definition, have handles on them. Handles help me to hold tightly to something while I’m washing so that I can quickly and safely completely clean everything. I have to be more careful when washing glasses because they don’t have handles, and they are very slippery, and I’m clumsy. I like mugs.

Life, for me, is like those mugs. I need something to hold on to. Something, anything, that some time in my day keeps me grounded to something familiar or to someone I know. Something to keep me from “dropping something” [going crazy]. Something that keeps feeling safe and relaxed. I like mugs. And handles. And coffee. And steak.

PS – I forgot to mention that on Tuesday, we [as interns] had a safety-training/power-class day long meeting thing. At the safety demo, they put a plastic squirrel across a 12kV power line. It blew up. The linesman’s advice was, “don’t be like the squirrel.”

PSS – The Delmarva Power Local 1238 International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers [IBEW] Union just went on strike. Since I am an engineer, I am not a union employee. I don’t really have an opinion on who is right or wrong, I just hope that negotiations work out quickly and everyone is treated fairly.

maintenance

Happy people make the world a much better place. I had to get something in my cubicle desk setup fixed, so I emailed facilities. A very jovial maintenance man showed up twenty minutes later and fixed everything up real quick. He said that I should be more careful next time and not break his desks. He was smiling and joking the entire time though. I wonder what the world would be like if people were happy, or at least could find humor in what hand they are dealt in life.