This is what happens when you put an iPhone in my hand and tiredness in my most of me. Speaking of which, i've been on a kind of quest to load my me-fone up with the most intriguing apps I can find. So far the winner is a game where the object appears to be wrapping up wooden effigies of people and animals in a length of natural hemp rope, trying to cover as much of their bodies as possible with the least amount of rope. Who knew this would exist, let alone be engrossing enough to claim at least 90 minutes of my today? Even better, it's an award-winning iPhone app. And it's actually beautiful. I'll probably dream about it tonight. Will I be the rope or the animal?
Typing this post on a keyboard that I can nearly entirely cover up with my thumb is going reasonably well, considering that all the work is being done by one finger, and that finger is already experiencing some formerly unknown strains that suggest we are on the cusp of discovering entirely new genres of carpal tunnel. Auto-correct is nice, but if I reject its advances it sulks for a little while.
And, if past experience still holds, in a few minutes I'll look up and wonder why I've been staring at a rectangle that is smaller than the combined area of two triscuits, when there is a much larger world with REAL ropes and effigies. My neck is craned in too, real close. I feel a bit like I'm crouching in the dark over a single post-it note, trying to write my ninth symphony in white-out.
And I love it.
All this animal tying had really dividers
Seriously, auto-correct? "dividers"?
Now I can't even remember what it's supposed to be.
Anyway, it's zenned me out enough to take photos contrasting the various fabrics of my pants and bed, and use this as an impetus for a blog post.
I know, I owe you the rest of my summer travels. Hey, you're lucky I'm breathing three square breaths.
Oh and, a trumpet guy is playing my piece on a recital in Toronto on December 4. Maybe you can go. I'll tell you more soon.
Early night. 'night ...