come my fanatics

Droopy day, and sorry there was no update yesterday. A bit overloaded with damage control. Someone else’s project. I tried to help create short notice remedies for what was suddenly a big and live problem. Turned out OK. Someone’s feelings are hurt and I ended up finishing the day trying to help them keep perspective on the whole thing. Just one of those things about mixed and poorly communicated expectations between a couple different groups. He could have done a better job framing things. They could have done a better job of following his thread. The tough part for him was all the work he poured into this thing– over a hundred hours, three straight weeks of work– and he ended up having to ditch more than half of it after getting some strongly worded feedback from the clients.

That was yesterday. He didn’t come into work today. I know what that’s like– to lose perspective– and it can be brutal. But dealing with it in tough situations is one of the most important skills. That’s how it is. I’m not great at it, especially in my outside life. The All Night Room is an example of what happens when perspective is lost.

I’m never that far from The Room.

The giant drone event I was trying to tell you guys about got a nice writeup in the New York Times– check it out, I think it echos just about everything I tried to explain to you.

There’s an irreducible element of music that connects metal, industrial music, power electronics and classical minimalism, and no word exists for it. It involves deep pulsations; excited provocation through sound and concept more than traditional technique; low-end frequencies rarely encountered in life; long sustained tones enlarged through overdrive; or distortion or just force of hands on instruments.”

Agreed.

Can’t wait to train tonight, it’s been a couple days and I’m all thrown off. Also, my place is a mess. Haven’t had any time to clean up. Also my diet has been shit. And I’m underslept for a few consecutive days now. I was supposed to go out to meet someone tonight but I’ve canceled that in favor of training.

There’s a guy in my office right now who’s getting ready to repair the ceiling. I see him in the gym all the time. We both go in there to do what we have to. Out here our lives are different, but in there I think we’re the same. Training is a solitary event. You always train against yourself. Training isn’t a group activity, or a sport. It’s a belief, and it’s personal.

Catch you tomorrow.

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