So a few months back I had one of my normal obsessions with the Mac application “Garageband”. At the time, Carrie and I had two of our Swedish friends (Hand and Emelie) visiting. So, one night Emelie and I put this song together. It is called “Macaroni & Cheese”… I am responsible for putting the music together and she provided the vocals. It is a bit long, but I like it for “chill music”. Keep in mind, I have zero music training (if you hate the song, this will be a disclaimer… If you like the song, this will amaze you)… Macaroni & Cheese (5.8 mb)
Anyway, I have several other songs as well… Most have contributing artists…
P.S. – Garageband is so easy to use that a no-music-talent like me can use it. Apple, you ROCK.
As some of you know, I am a man… Kind of. One of the really crappy things about being a man is that changing your physical appearance is not very easy. Lets face it, the clothing options are limited compared to what a woman has in her woardrobe… If you are a middle class white guy you only have so many hair styling options, and changing our makeup in not an option. So, the one thing that I get into is my facial hair. It is the one easily changeable thing about my appearance that I have total control of.
I like to showboat a different look every month or so… Recently I trimmed it back from a medium thickness beard into a full goatee. It is nice to see a new man in the mirror the day after I have made a change… As I was looking in the mirror this morning, I realized how the physical change of my facial hair really helps me to look at my life as an evolving series of chapters… Lets see… Junior year of high school I started with side burns (90201 style)… Senior year, half goatee (chin only)… freshman year of college, side burns only… sophomore year, full, thick beard… Goatee both years at KU and into Chicago… last year when 78 went to Sweden, clean shaven with side burns… Smorgasbord ever since.
Hmmm… I just got a memory of the two most scary things from my childhood. Clowns and giant men with beards… Have I transformed myself into what I feared the most? Am I one red squeaky nose away from being the most frightening thing on the planet?… Now that I think about it, when I smile at children, they sometimes look away and quickly bury their head in their mom’s neck, as if I am too scary to even look at. My smile must be the most insulting thing that they have ever seen.