Woke up this morning wondering whether this blog idea is either a trite and self-defeating way to publicly channel my free-floating anxieties about this house endeavor or a very trite and self-defeating way to publicly channel my free-floating anxieties about this house endeavor. But it’s too early in the game to quit, so I’ll soldier on and check out the scoreboard further down the line and see if I can keep it under the mercy rule.

That's always the issue for me when writing in a personal and reflective vein--the ever-present sound of a voice whispering in my ear " So what?"


Speaking of which:





I remember listening to this as a kid—must have been 8 or 9 at the time and wondering what Miles was thinking when he titled it. At that age it’s something of a shock and thrill to encounter that degree of confident disdain, and though titling a piece of instrumental music is always something of an impressionistic exercise, to my mind this stood out as a particularly apt marriage of title and sound. Fifty years later I’ve come to the conclusion that Miles simply named it on the fly—and chose a phrase he probably uttered a dozen times in the course of day.


Now that I know how to embed a video, I'm beginning to think that the way to go with this blog is with a multi-media collage of words, images and video which could entail the use of personal photo files and home movies and borrowed text and imagery from a host of sources which could end up being a kind of new age scrapbook of our Driftwood tale. I'm psyched...but also out of time. Till next time.