i'm behind on my daily prompts so playing catch-up. but on the bright side, length-wise my album is a solid 2/3rds done, and this monolithic track basically just needs an ending. and a heavy contemplation of whether it's worth it to export and organize a furnace module as stems for mix and mastering
#11 - unlikely teacher
i've been contemplating more the idea of giving people composition lessons this year, because a few people have asked about it. i've never thought of myself as a good teacher, so it's made me squirm to consider. i like writing guides, text is good because you can iterate on it, structure it, add to it, but interfacing live with someone and communicating is a whole other ball game. i always had a sense back in like, highschool math classes that the ways i think of & process stuff are weird and specific and hard to convey to others. maybe it's silly of me to roll that notion over into music. i think i'm pretty good at analysis and finding the parts of songs that are Kicken Ass and the parts that could be given more life, and keen on the fact that everyone's got different goals. i'm gonna try it out with a friend or two, maybe it'll be more comfortable than i imagined it...
#12 - fidget toys
during the fidget spinner blaze of popularity i did buy a cute rose gold one. i really liked playing with it, but after a while if held to one side it would grind quickly to a halt, so that was sort of a bust. when i was a kid it was usually pencils and pens, always taking them apart, popping stuff in and out, twisting erasers, or even good ol' snapping pencils in half on occasion. one time i snapped one of those translucent papermate pencils and it cracked in just the right way to lodge itself in my right hand, so i have some fun scar tissue from like 16 years ago. not the best fidgeting idea. i play with my hair a lot too, especially when nervous. i can remember twisting it all around while taking big exams in highschool. oh, and rings! twisting rings around is a classic fidget that i still do today
#13 - I do not dream of labor
in college i had a very simple job working for a lady who did research for the education school, mostly pertaining to STEM education for youngins. what i'd signed up for was basically just data entry but at various points over my 2yr there we did a lot of different stuff. the coolest one was chaperoning some kids around the campus for a field trip one day, hitting up different labs and seeing them demo and explain stuff. was fun for us college kids too lol. anyway, what made me think of this job was that for a long time i was the only biologically-male person in the office, so some days i'd get saddled with frustrating bouts of manual labor like carrying dozens of big boxes of papers from my boss's car to the office or moving furniture around or whatever, simply by virtue of biological sex. i remember at the time feeling like "oh man i didn't sign up for this". i am not a very physically strong person. but hey, it was what it was. all in all it was a pretty cushy job for ten bucks an hour