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I just read Brian Eno’s Wikipedia page—actually, the truth is, his life is so packed, his accomplishments so freaking countless I only skimmed. I couldn’t even get through reading about such a life, much less live it. My whole life is one of his days.
I went to read his bio because whenever I read a Brian Eno quote I like it. Who is this guy, I thought. I know he’s a musician, and he’s collaborated with some of my favorites (David Bowie) but really, who is he? I still don’t know. But now I know he went to art school because that was in the first paragraph.
Two hours later: I completely forgot about this post! I’ve been puttering. My original plan for the day was write for three hours, go to Grace Church and listen to the organist play Bach at noon-ish, come back and buy tons of catfood, (preparing for the coming apocalypse) and then get ready for choir rehearsal.
I totally forgot it was election day (too upsetting) and as I said I’ve been puttering and haven’t written a word beyond this.
I have to rethink my day now. Well, I have to vote. I can listen to Bach tomorrow. Same with the catfood, I can get that tomorrow.
Okay, new plan: shower, vote, write, choir rehearsal.
