My laptop is in the shop. Well, actually, I think it’s currently in the FedEx storage space, because a very nice and perceptive Fedex man stopped by today (shabbos) and told me that he had a delivery I needed to sign for.
After my deer in headlights reponse, he queried,
“Should I come back on Monday?”
I nodded gratefully. One of the perks living in a heavily orthodox area is not having to explain the idiosyncrasies of observant life, like how even though I would really, really love my computer back, I’m still not signing for it on shabbos.
That’s all prelude to this announcement that I’m typing this post from my phone. I despise typing long things from my phone. I really, really dislike it.
I’m tired of putting off writing a post, and so I’m taking a “no time like the present approach.”
In keeping with my current focus on musical endeavors, I haven’t had much time to write. As you have perhaps noticed.
As happy as I am with the music making (and there’s so much going on right now! It’s great!), I miss this. I miss you guys, and I miss the self-reflection that comes with the push to public a post on a regular basis.
Getting out of the habit of writing reminds me of how I feel when I get out of the habit of davening, or of saying morning brachos. I feel unmoored, slightly guilty, and fogging disconnected. And then when I open my siddur and connect to those words that I love, it’s like a shot of endorphins. I love that.
For the curious ones, wondering about all the music things I alluded to, I’m prepping for a short Chanukah concert of Yiddish songs, two February performances and also, my recent acceptance as a fellow for the Cleveland Jewish Arts and Culture lab, where I’ll get to collaborate with other local Jewish artists. I’m planning to do some more multi-media works like the recent video I posted and the one with the carrots. You guys remember that one, right?
That’s all. I hope you all get a shot of endorphins in whatever area you need it in.
Also this guy is a year old already. What?!?!?!?!