I’m not sure why I’ve been so readily admitting this to nearly everyone I meet—it is either my compulsion to tell the truth, or some sort of self-abasing kick. Last weekend I was going to install a remote control unit in one my new ceiling fans. I needed to turn off the power, so I put on my socks and then realized that my shoes are downstairs. In a moment of true lack of forethought, I ran down my crooked hardwood stairs.

At least, that was the plan. I missed the second step, and swoooosh … bam! Just like when people in cartoons step on a banana peel, my feet went straight out from under me and all of my weight came down on my right forearm. That would have been bad enough, except that then I was sliding down my stairs at a rather alarming (and increasing) rate of speed. I made it about two-thirds of the way down my staircase before the flesh on wood friction brought me to a stop.

Owww, oooo, owww, ow. Goddamn oww. Self assessment. Anything broken? Wheww, no, but … owww. System Status: OWW.

My bruise is healing nicely, its a nice yellowy brown now. I also managed to cut open my heel—I’m still not sure how I did that through my newly donned socks, or what was sharp enough to do it.

Last Friday I managed to come in contact with something in my yard that I am decently allergic to. Fortunately I’m not having a systemic reaction, but the localized reactions are itchy enough thanks (it has woken me up several nights). I had a bad reaction last summer that I thought was poison ivy. All I did last weekend was mow my lawn in shorts, while being hyper aware of the possibility of coming in contact with it again. So I’m thinking perhaps I have a rarer allergy to something that grows naturally here. Sucks, to figure out exactly what it is will probably not be very much fun

My blogging output seem to be very cyclical lately, like one day every month or so. Not exactly what I intended to be doing. I guess I tend to wait until there’s stuff to report. This is basically a journal, after all. But typically, following a large event that I’d normally write something about, I’m too worn out and don’t feel like blogging.

Case in point: last weekend I went to see Willie Nelson and Bob Dylan with quite a few people from work. It was a fun time, although I was just not with it at all. I was 10 minutes late in arriving at the meeting point, which is fairly unlike me. I also forgot my ticket, partially because I was in a mad dash for the door I think. It was not really what I expected—I really didn’t think Nelson and Dylan were as blues-ey as they were at that concert. I think Nelson was the better performance, especially because you really couldn’t understand Dylan at all. Anyway, by the time I got home I was pretty pooped and didn’t write anything about the weekend.

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Raeneac. I have no idea what the name means, it sort of has an industrial look to it I think.

I did a little wandering into the land of IDM / Glitch, a la Autechre, Jega, U-Ziq, etc. (No insult to implied by comparing this to their work.) It is kind of fun, although I don’t have all their arythmic stuff in me. I just don’t understand how those guys can change up the beat so often—the drums in mine are pretty much constant. But I did have three separate drum machines running, just so I could have lots of drum samples at hand.

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