Tyler Weaver's Blog, page 30

Considering This Space

(A decision, in progress)

Back and forth, again, on moving my online life here (and in the newsletter) fully, choice vs. reflex…

Choice: I prefer posting here, talking to myself, free of the mental trappings of social media – and culminating that week in Sunday’s newsletter.

(Issues, standing: Sharing links – or do I take this as an opportunity to cut down on my online reading? If something strikes me as interesting, write an Informality about it, a better (to me), more useful form of proc...

Mystery, Continued

A beautiful Saturday morning, the song of birds chirping and chainsaws in the distance.

Current theory as to what the new neighbors are building in their deforested, straw-strewn, and steamrolled backyard (the AC has come alive every Friday night for the last couple weeks to the melodious strain of a half-dead steamroller reverse tone, taillights like “pissholes in the (dark),” after Caine, 1971): inspired by Wallace and Gromit’s “A Grand Day Out” and sharing the duo’s love of cheese, the Ch...

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Decision Fragments

In countless posts here I’ve proclaimed countless decisions made – stepping away/returning to social media, routine shifts, etc etc – and, at the time of writing them, they appeared to be so: the post itself being a final vehicle of holding myself accountable to myself for decisions made and paths cleared.

But: what appears – or has appeared, to me at least (another instance of myself fooling only myself, probably) – to be decisions made are not final decisions but rather fragments of a proc...

(new tenant)

Lend Me Your Candidate

I’ve longed, ever since that terrible night in November, to make speechwriting my useful, selfless form of writing, a counterweight to the act of writing a novel, an act useful only to myself. But, as with most of the notions I’ve had, I haven’t a clue as to where to start.

Part of speechwriting’s appeal – beyond the imagined chance (thank you, WEST WING) to make my limited talents be of some practical function to the steering / course-correcting of the world (echoing my days at a non-profit,...

(white paws)

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Chasing Trane

While hearing the stories of Coltrane’s contemporaries (and Coltrane’s “Number One” Japanese fan) is a joy (and a gift to the oral history of jazz), omission and unopened treasures remain my lasting impressions of CHASING TRANE.

I want to believe that the lack of contemporary saxophone titans (excepting Kamasi Washington, who does make an appearance) like Joshua Redman or Branford Marsalis – the latter made all the more glaring by the presence of his brother, Wynton (and in having just liste...

I Am Not A Robot…

(… though I still dig being a wrist-cyborg.)

Years and probably too many brain cells spent cultivating the discipline that eluded me in my creative nasency, bringing the training I ignored in my time as a music performance major to bear with wordplay and the necessity of putting word to page.

At present, I’m more or less satisfied with the various disciplines and routines that shape my day; my primary efforts are now directed towards being both more flexible with life and its interruptions f...