Fine Music and Bad Art

First day in the office, 2018.  Forgive the lack of motivation, and the difficulty in rallying the spirit around all the work yet to be done.  Still hungover from many joyful memories - first in lounging about (*aboot* -ed.) in various Big Easy music clubs, and then the perfect seaside exploration of the Massachusetts cape, amidst a bomb cyclone evacuation and the classic Moby Dick marathon.  Those final few days, filled with such laughter and closeness and nostalgia and randomness, were surely as much pure fun as I have enjoyed in a long while.

So a fantastic time indeed and, incidentally, further proof that the forthcoming plan continues to look the right one.  Need to put the head down and get to Feb. 21, and from there all shall surely be well.  A year can be such a long time, and it is hard to return fully back to the mindset of Hong Kong/Bali, before all the rest that was to come.  The new dreams now focus on what things shall look like one year hence.  How to make sure you keep up the courage to see it through.  How to ensure the plan becomes inevitable.

For the right opportunities for renewal lie there.  The opportunities for creativity are there.  As with the Kerouac connections from the Chicago/San Fran trips and through to Lowell, the last 10 days offered up further inspiration to just take that clean break from the daily client/cash driven work, toward something artistic and substantial and real. 

"It is not enough to be industrious; so are the ants.  What are you industrious about?"  You have always known Thoreau to be right.  So nice to see these old heroes returning to the fore, perhaps no coincidence given the convergence of other symmetries.  I wonder.