Weeknotes 84 - Plinky-plonking
- I smashed one of my little toes against a bed post. The toe turned black. This happened just as my wrist finally healed from a planking-related injury. Adulthood is just managing one minor injury after another isn’t it.
- Someone at a Zoom dance class I do recently massively improved their timing to music — until they went back to the in-person class, where seeing other people and themselves in the mirror put them under more pressure to perform and they hardly paid attention to the music. I’m fascinated by that because I also got much better at linking the moves to the music since I started dancing in the living room. Maybe there is something to it. In-person classes are humiliating if you’re an overachieving beginner with no sense of rhythm, and even though I loved them and lived for them I found them very stressful.
- I’m sure both of my fans are dying to know how many jumpsuits I own at this stage of the pandemic. The answer is 5. My partner described the off-white one I got recently as an “optimistic outfit”, making me look as if I woke up that morning with no memory of who I am. I spilled coffee on it on day 2 of wearing it.
- The other four are black.
- I’m practicing playing Wild Thing by the Troggs, and All the Small Things by Blink-182 on the guitar. I hate the first song I learned, Three Little Birds by Bob Marley, for personal and secret reasons, and I read somewhere that you should only play the stuff you like. That’s quite hard to do if you only know four chords, but I am really enjoying just practicing without a goal. The immediate feedback you get from an instrument is really satisfying. Doing some plinky-plonking is my favourite part of the day.