This has been the first quiet weekend in a while.
It has been very nice, but the thing with quiet weekends is that sometimes I do not know what to write about. I think about getting coffee with an old friend and what I would want to talk to them about, and I think it would be some combination of the following:
- I saw Blind Pilot in concert last Sunday for the tenth anniversary of their first album, Three Rounds and a Sound. It was a terrific show and they did all the things I love them for doing — the acoustic set, the heart-pounding We Are The Tide closer, the sheer earnestness. I joke with a lot of friends about the ideal concert experience being to commit as little as possible, showing up right when the main act starts such as to limit the time commitment to a mere two hours — and this was a reminder that maybe I just don’t love enough music anymore.
- I binged through all of What Work Is, which is possibly my favorite book of poetry in so many years. All of it is great, but the titular poem is spectacular.
- I realized that I’ve shifted almost all of my listening habits away from podcasts into audiobooks. This feels intuitively correct — the average audiobook has a much better shelf life than the average podcast — but optimizing for ‘shelf life’ is a very boring way to think about anythiang.
- I’m finally, finally getting the hang of Ruby. Ruby is a very odd language that I have basically treated as much like Python as possible, presumably much to the chagrin of most Rubyists. I still do not really know how modules or autoloading work, if we’re being honest; I still don’t know how most things work. But I’ve reached the threshold where my ignorance is more of a weight than a clipped wing, which is nice.
Or maybe I would not say much of anything at all.
I grabbed a drink with my friend S a few days ago (at the Burke Gilman Brewing Company, which you owe yourself to check out if you’re in the area — the beers are still working out the kinks in themselves but the sheer hygge of the place is worth the price of admission). We caught up from the past week and then sort of fell into that pleasant, comfortable silence that accompanies an easy and weather-worn friendship. A good saison and the cirrus parade of passing neighborhood dogs is all you really need for a Thursday evening, you know?
And so even though I am contractually obligated to send you something on this pleasant Sunday, it is a good reminder that there is a warmth in quiet spaces.
What does the rest of your Sunday look like? I’ve got a little work I need to do, and then the quiet machinations of the waning week take over; a little mopping, a little roof-top reading, some asparagus in need of a grill.
Work will be good tomorrow, but it is so nice to exist in this quiet space as long as I can.
I hope you take some time off.