Weeknotes: June 30 – July 4, 2025
Monday, June 30
The door whispers closed and I am entombed in a lobby of implied wealth. Its forest green rug, dark wood paneling, and brass fixtures signal the superiority of this bank branch over the others I usually visit. Through a second door I emerge to the faint strains of "Space Oddity." The immaculate teller compliments my fragrance and I stand a couple inches taller. I'm just a guy in a baseball cap and concert t-shirt depositing my weekend gig money, but a little theater goes a long way. I carry this confidence into subsequent transactions with the clerk at World Market and the young mechanic who runs the engine code on my 13 year old Hyundai.
Weeknotes: July 1–5, 2024
Some weeks words don’t come easy. I’m settling for brevity this week. Quicknotes, 100 words or less, which is rather fitting, given my opinion of July.
Monday, July 1
I feel frustrated. Nothing big, just in a general sort of way. 20 years ago I released my first solo album, Summer Cherry Ghosts. I'd meant to write an elaborate post celebrating its anniversary, but just can't seem to summon the energy. Every year July arrives with great expectations, but I never seem to meet them. Honestly, it's one of my least favorite months of the year. Here is an empurpled essay I wrote about that album several years ago.