The morning is sunny and somewhat warm and despite having sore legs and a wet ground, I am confident it'll be a quick and solid round trip. There's a ton on my mind and I have just begun reading Thus Spake Zarathustra by Nietzsche. I'd always wanted to read this and got a new, cheap copy online. This is a book that Hitler was able to distort to suit Nazi propaganda. Since then, philosophers, critics, writers and artists have gone to bat in defense of Nietzsche (who died in 1900), stating his work was not anti-Semitic and was warped by the fascists in an attempt to create their own Ubermensch.
It's translated well but I'm reading it slowly. We'll see how this book impacts me, if at all.
Today's ride is pretty quick, I was able to make the light onto the highway. My soreness isn't slowing me down, as it typically doesn't. I'm sore because I squatted (and deadlifted) with weights on Saturday and ran the Boardwalk on Sunday. I did not feel this sore after the triathlon but was this charlie-horsed when I started running along the Seaport in July.
I had a dream about an old friend and playing music together but the details are hazy. I don't know if I can ever replicate that sort of feeling or experience -- that of playing in a band and making music. It'd be a tough thing to do since the music was born from friendship, and my reservations about doing it now is that it'd be the other way around. There are songs I've written in my head that I've never put down on paper, some of which are more than 10 years old. The time to do it was high school and it was fun for a the few years. Looking back, all I knew was rock and metal with only hints of other genres. Had I been exposed to more than just Beatles-Beatles-Beatles as a child perhaps other music (i.e. Metallica) wouldn't have been such a pleasant culture shock. As a kid I thought there were only songs about love, cars, paranormal/supernatural apparition combat agents and the occasional Billy Joel song about history or a boat. That changed when I was 12 and heard Guns 'N' Roses, Metallica and RHCP.
My children will subtly be exposed to more of a variety of music. I can predict this because I'm sure they will hear it in the house (as a reflection of my moods) as my collection is large and has some range. I'd never heard a jazz song until I was almost 20. That's just sad. The music is in my blood (and to a lesser extent, my wife's) and since it's practically required by elementary schools it will be fun to go to the concerts. Music and/or sports. I will be able to guide my child's outlook and psyche in the most positive way through these outlets because it's almost always interesting. To hear my kid make music or get excited about any sport/exercise will be an affirmation of my life and probably my own parents', too. Seems to me that the two ways I enjoy myself most are when I'm exercising or involved with music so there you have it.
I have some work to catch up on today and I know there's a lot of house-hunting inquiries that need to be made. I was more stressed about it a couple of days ago but once I get the unsatisfied-sounding phone calls from my nearest and dearest I'll feel my neck tense up.
My playlist this morning will be quite similar to a recently-played one, but it's good and it works for me.
Monster Magnet - "Live For the Moment"
Rob Zombie - "Demon Speeding"
Bad Religion - "Leaders & Followers"
Monster Magnet - "Twin Earth"
Slash - "Ghost"
Supernova - "The Dead Parade"
Thank you for reading.
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