Max: Brain Dump 10010
I got my ass handed to me today. It was violent and it was bloody.
Okay, the violence was perpetrated by me on a garbage can turned into a practice drum. The blood is in a blister about 5 millimeters diameter.
This was the first Taiko class in which I found myself genuinely struggling. I was getting fatigued a lot more quickly that in previous classes and I was not bouncing back as quickly. I wasn't getting the new patterns down. I could picture them in my head, but my arms refused to work with me. This was the first time I got coached more than once or twice. In the past, I would have felt like a schmuck getting schooled in drumming by a girl who is half my age - and looks about a quarter of my age. It used to be that I was not comfortable when I was not the smartest, most well informed person in the room. But lately I don't mind humbling myself in front of someone of superior skills. It is one of many things that has gotten easier since I got the depression under control.
Yesterday's Brain Dump seems to have made even less of an impression than previous ones. This is not a place to be polite. If I am stinking up the joint, let me know. I would rather someone honestly tell me why they think I suck than remain politely quiet. It won't hurt my feelings. And I won't stop putting them up no matter how much you beg. But I would like to know what people think.
Yesterday's Brain Dump almost didn't get written. I would have written something, but I almost didn't write that odd little story. When the opening lines of my odd little tale first occurred to me, I rejected them out of hand. I let myself fall back ever so slightly into excessive self censorship. I realized what I was doing and I told myself I had to write my ideas down and at least give them a chance to develop. The next think I know, I was taking a trip through someones odd little brain. I mean other than than my own.
Outside of that, I am pretty well tapped out at the moment. I think I am going to cut it short today and go lie down.
Okay, the violence was perpetrated by me on a garbage can turned into a practice drum. The blood is in a blister about 5 millimeters diameter.
This was the first Taiko class in which I found myself genuinely struggling. I was getting fatigued a lot more quickly that in previous classes and I was not bouncing back as quickly. I wasn't getting the new patterns down. I could picture them in my head, but my arms refused to work with me. This was the first time I got coached more than once or twice. In the past, I would have felt like a schmuck getting schooled in drumming by a girl who is half my age - and looks about a quarter of my age. It used to be that I was not comfortable when I was not the smartest, most well informed person in the room. But lately I don't mind humbling myself in front of someone of superior skills. It is one of many things that has gotten easier since I got the depression under control.
Yesterday's Brain Dump seems to have made even less of an impression than previous ones. This is not a place to be polite. If I am stinking up the joint, let me know. I would rather someone honestly tell me why they think I suck than remain politely quiet. It won't hurt my feelings. And I won't stop putting them up no matter how much you beg. But I would like to know what people think.
Yesterday's Brain Dump almost didn't get written. I would have written something, but I almost didn't write that odd little story. When the opening lines of my odd little tale first occurred to me, I rejected them out of hand. I let myself fall back ever so slightly into excessive self censorship. I realized what I was doing and I told myself I had to write my ideas down and at least give them a chance to develop. The next think I know, I was taking a trip through someones odd little brain. I mean other than than my own.
Outside of that, I am pretty well tapped out at the moment. I think I am going to cut it short today and go lie down.
posted by Max Dobberstein at 10/29/2006 01:40:00 PM
2 Comments:
You didn't mention me! :P
My wife was in a movie. But I wasn't there and was to tired to write about my day, much less hers.
:p
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