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Apple (Music) is making me love it (music) again… a love letter from a lazy technophile that's really about something else

While this is incredibly late to be relevant anymore, I'm hoping this is far enough removed from relevance to avoid most of the "fanboy" tags from being thrown my way.

I love Apple Music, and it's really because I've become lazy in my old age. Oh, and because podcasts.

Let me explain. The main reason I realized that some kind of music service was for me happened on the day I realized that I was a) listening to podcasts exclusively and b) it was turning into a bit of a chore. The whole reason I love podcasts--yes,still in the present tense--was that it was an enjoyable way to get informed, be entertained or just spend an hour (or two, if you're listening to Never Not Funny or the Todd Glass Show). When it got to the point that I was slogging through things just to get through them, I knew that there was a problem. Part of it is my "completest" disease, but that's another story.

The other thing that came to mind is that I couldn't remember the last time I heard a song that wasn't playing in my own head. That really hit me hard because music was the podcasts of my youth. I wouldn't leave my house without a walkman, discman--later MP3 player, iPod and iPhone--in my bag or clipped to my belt. Yeah, I was that cool. So many of my memories, both good and bad are forever and inexorably linked to songs and albums.

Ironically, it was a podcast (TOAP) that really reminded me that I needed to find some way to fit music back into my life. I started to institute a rule for my weekday listening experience: Podcasts on the morning commute; whatever you want to listen to during the day; music on the afternoon/evening commute. Because there is a never ending rabbit hole of both podcasts and music, this has worked out well for me, and to my surprise, I've rarely broken the rule except when I feel the onset of podcast fatigue or alternatively if there's an amazing episode I can't wait to listen to coming up that only shows up in my feed at 2:00PM.

But I'm getting slightly off track; this was supposed to be a fanboy gushfest about Apple Music. So to undercut everything from here on out, if I wasn't all in on the Apple Ecosystem, this would probably be about Spotify or something. But I am, so it's not.

While incredibly easy, the biggest selling feature isn't the fact that I can search for any song that comes into my head, and there's a 95% chance that I can find it and add it to my library. Nor is it that everything is remembered/saved in the cloud so I don't have to physically (digitally) have the song to have access to it. What I love are the playlists: Playlists created by real people that actually make sense and take me back to 1997 or 2003. Playlists that I can trust will take me back to 1956 if I want.

Not that I'm incredibly important or anything, but I honestly don't have the time to recreate a skate punk mix that will remind me of the times I would sit on the asphalt of a skating rink turned basketball court in July listening to "The Bag," waiting for my friends to show up for a pick up game, but a quick scan of the plethora of playlists available to me, I can come pretty close to finding one in a few clicks and swipes. Curation is a wholly undervalued skill; something that I would love to do if I could make a living off of it, mostly because I wouldn't have time to do anything else.

In a (read: my) post radio world, I'm just very happy to have a place where I can still discover both old and new music, listen on my terms and not sacrifice some of my other audio based forms of entertainment after which I can easily share with friends and jumpstart a dialogue with another real human being in the real world?

And isn't that one of the best ways to use our innate selfishness for good?


The storm before the calm

After a few months (if I'm being generous to myself) of false starts, I'm finally taking the first steps into the complete transformation of my life - professionally; socially; social medially and geographically. The enormity of the task is really starting to hit me all at once as I try to figure out exactly what to do. It's like Project Management 101 and thankfully I have experience with this at both my current job; not to mention my wife (my wiiife, sorry), who doesn't just have more experience than I do, but she's currently in the middle of getting certified.

All this means that an incredible amount of my life is spent compartmentalizing. It's much more stressful than I thought, but at least it's making what I have to do a bit more clear. I've been a minor list maker in the past, but I seem to be on another level now: lists, and sub lists, and categories abound both in my head and on a screen. To paraphrase a song that's currently playing I'm [not] bored and excited.

Today was supposed to be about actual work, but when it turns out the mountain is actually K2, I think I need to spend a bit more time at base camp. I need to make the calendar become my friend and I actually need to decide on priorties.

Distractions are actually starting to become just that, and my perceived ### are finally getting me to a breaking point for real (Not to mention the stranger beside me who told me I'm in a cult because of the technology I have with me won't stop glancing over at the screen).

So with that, it's back to figuring out exactly what do do with the rest of the day without getting lost in the potential of what I CAN do.


Sabbatical over... almost

It wouldn't be Consistently Inconsistent if I wasn't exactly that. At least that's what I keep telling myself to make taking nearly four months off. Well, I'm almost back... or at the very least I'm making plans to come back. Not because the two are mutually exclusive, but I'm foregoing basketball for the winter and using my regular sports night as a "project night."

I have more projects than ever not even half started and I need to do something to get things going or else I'll probably implode from the stagnation. Two websites, "Code School," my Resume and one big--huge--life change; not to mention the macro project of how to get all of these accomplished more or less at the same time.

I just need to learn how to stop sabotaging myself first...

To be continued...


Second curse evaded; this time with a ring

A few years ago I turned 28 and evaded the 27 curse. This year, I have my feet firmly planted on the ground and no stigmata on my hands or feet. My Jesus year has come and gone and not only have I made it through another arbitrary sign post and this time I'm pulling someone else along with me (metaphorically speaking).

Since I last checked in here, I have gained a few grams on my left hand--and a few thousand more around my waistline. I accept the extra poundage on my waist, but I adore the extra hardware on my left finger.

Being married is an interesting experience in 2013. It's not the obvious life changer that it was when you went straight from your parent's place to a shared dwelling, but it hits you in other ways. Mostlly by saying to your spouse "it's weird that we're married." It's one of the last barriers to cross before you can't deny being a grownup anymore.

As scary as that is, if I have to face the fact that I'm not a kid anymore, I couldn't have picked a better person to stare this new reality in the face with.


It's not a finish line, it's another jumping off point to a new adventure

Being a private person, I often struggle with how much of my life to discuss on this website, and exactly what specifics do I reveal of who I am? It's a part of why there haven't been any posts in a while. When a big chunk of your life is dominated by one event that you aren't sure you want to discuss, it's hard to write anything at all.

Since this happens to a bunch of people, I figure it's not exactly cutting myself open for all to see.

So here it is:

I'm getting married.

And I can't wait.

Growing up, every time I imagined myself married, I pictured the marriage, but never the wedding. Now that I'm neck deep in the planning of said wedding, I'm both impressed at how decisive I can be about things while at the same time being surprisingly calm about 90% of the event. The only real stressor is the ceremony itself, and that's mainly because I am not the biggest fan of public speaking.

So far, things have had this way of coming together almost on their own, and the only real complaint about the whole deal is how--regardless of how well or poorly the planning is going--your life is left in a weird state of limbo until "the day."

So many resources are tied up in getting everything organized that you don't seem to have the energy to take on much else. If I've learned anything, it's why most people say long engagements are such a freaking nightmare; I can only imaging the amount of second guessing and flip flopping would go on as time just goes by without a firm date.

As the date gets closer and closer, the more excited I get, and not just for the wedding. The honeymoon was planned almost before any wedding decision was made, and to be honest I'm just looking forward to the rest of my--our--life.

And at my age, it's going to be so much easier to say "my wife (with or without the Borat accent)" than it ever was to say "girlfriend" "partner" or "fiancée."