Isaac Sinnett

A Trip of Relief

I feel as though I should blog and I know that I want to blog, so what then is the problem.  The problem is not only the ever mounting weight of the eyelids coupled by the over present nagging of the work, placed directly behind this blog, staring through the page.  Why is that?  Why can one not take a single break.  Not just a single break.  An innocent, non-committal break.  A time where the brain stops thinking about work and starts thinking about……. hmmm……Denmark!  But again, Why?  Well, I’m very glad that you have inquired.  Simply for the fact that Denmark is apparently the happiest place in the world to live.  This I will have to check out for myself.  Those up for the trek, just let me know.  Until next time, think, eat and sleep ……happiness.

When A Number Isn’t Enough

There are still a few places.  The relics.  This is where you can go and you can be in peace.  The only thing you have to do is remember a number.  You step in, you look, you press the button and you remember.  Simple right?  That’s what I thought.  But parking garages have become much more complex than this.  You no longer parked your car on the 6th floor/level.  It goes way beyond that.  Today I went to O’hare.  I thought I had parked on the 6th floor, but when I stepped into the elevator I was pleasantly surprised.  I parked on the 6th floor, which was red, which was the  Chicago Wolves,  which had a picture of their mascot and which played the star spangled banner as you stepped out in case you were completely unable to remember 4 previous things.  I can see how the color could be helpful if you can’t count, and this has been done for a lot of years.  I can see how the name can be helpful just in case you park on the 4th floor, can only count to 3 and are color blind.  I can see how the picture is helpful if you can’t count, read and are color blind.  I can see how the song is helpful if you are just blind, but hopefully if that is the case, you would not be walking to your car which you had previously parked in the garage, and planning to drive away.  Pretty soon, I’m going to have to recite a poem so that I can remember where I parked my car.  I do realize that I could just memorize one of the options, but then again, what fun would that be?

Battle of early mornings

I wrote a blog the other day and then it slipped away to a deep dark corner of cyberspace.  Where are you blog?  Don’t run away!  Ok, so that may be a touch on the over dramatic side of things.  Today I am very tired.  No fault but my own.  Weekends are here to enjoy and I thoroughly enjoyed mine.  I didn’t leave a whole lot of enjoying left for the weekend to hold on to.  Just enough to propel me through the week so that I can come back and enjoy next weekend.  (I guess there is really no way “i can come back and enjoy next weekend”)  That, for all practicalities sake, would be  impossible.

I dropped my roommate Paul off at the airport on Saturday afternoon.  He is going to be gone all summer long playing quartets on a cruise.  I then headed off to Michigan, which I do on a somewhat regular basis, to hang out with Sean and Aaron.  Aaron was at a rehearsal for Southwest Michigan Symphony Orchestra when I arrived, so the hanging out was left to Sean and I to get rolling.  I have to say we did quite a phenomenal job.  We went to the driving range and hit a bucket of balls.  I haven’t played golf for going on four years and it was great to get out there and hit a few.  It was a lot of fun, but today I am paying the price.  Isaac is sore!  Again, it was worth it.

I went to bed really late last night and per my usual, I woke up early.  This time I was able to get back to sleep for 30 minute periods until about 10:30am.  When I was driving back to Chicago this afternoon, I believe that I figured out part of the problem of waking up.  I have a lot to do and am thinking about it and feel that I should be up working on it.  However, I am too tired to first wake up completely, let alone, get up and get something productive done.  The two sides then fight until, a time that I deem it mandatory to finally wake up and get out of bed has arrived.   I will come back to this topic when I have had time to refine it.  If you have thoughts on it, definitely let me know.

No Pressure

“What time is your appointment?”

“6:15!”

“Oh…”

The time was nearing 7 o’clock.  The people at the hair cutting place, sometimes referred to as a salon, had been adamant about the fact that 6:15 was the latest that they could do for my haircut.  I had asked for something later so that I wouldn’t have to rush so much leaving work and 6:30 was the first response. Then…’actually, we need you to be there at 6:15′.  Why!?  So I could sit around for 45 minutes as though I had nothing better to do.  They said they were extremely sorry that I had to wait so long.  Well, when I had finished with the hair cut and was paying the regular full price, it became quite clear how sorry they were.

This all occurred on the day following a night preceded by a day… ok, not quite.  However, last night was awful.  Food poisoning hit hard.  I had gone to the doctor (a specialist in musician injuries) regarding my arm.  Seeing if there would be anything that could be done to help it out so that I could play again.  I got to work and immediately started feeling far less than stellar.  I decided that The best thing would be to go home and rest.  Well, I did go home, but rest was something that fate did not have in store for me.  The flood gates opened and a night of terror was born.  It was awful folks.  I will spare you the detail.

Needless to say, this has left me bereft of energy to properly write this blog.

I would just like to leave you with the knowledge that Mariah Carey and Nick Cannon are now married.  Don’t you feel that you have lived a better life for having read that last sentence?  You are welcome.  I had heard rumors of this from a source I am, at this time, unwilling to release and had to find out for myself.  After turning to my old friend Google, I stumbled across even more mind blowing information.  There is a website called seriouslyomg.com.  Ok, I don’t even think I need to put in my own little two cents about that.  I believe that it sort of wraps itself up in its own little nugget of curiosity.