{"id":1576,"date":"2011-08-31T15:29:33","date_gmt":"2011-08-31T23:29:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/?p=1576"},"modified":"2011-08-31T15:29:33","modified_gmt":"2011-08-31T23:29:33","slug":"floating-along","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/?p=1576","title":{"rendered":"Floating along"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/blogpix\/floatingalong.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"275\" alt=\"[IMAGE] gulls on a log\" \/><\/p>\n<p><font color=#4F4E81>&#8230;click to listen:<\/font><\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"\/RealAudio\/Time_clip.mp3\" style=\"text-decoration:none\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/ASJazzFilmTV.html#Pop\" style=\"text-decoration:none\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/blogpix\/moregn.jpg\"\/><font color=#4F4E81>&#8230;about the music<\/font><\/a><\/p>\n<p><i><font color=#346513>Nothin&#8217; but time.<\/font><\/i><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/twitter.com\/share\" class=\"twitter-share-button\" data-count=\"none\" data-via=\"alex_shapiro\">Tweet<\/a><script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"http:\/\/platform.twitter.com\/widgets.js\"><\/script><\/p>\n<p>There are few things I dislike. But I will tell you right now that the final day of August is one of them.<br \/>\nHate it, hate it, hate it.<br \/>\nIf I were Queen I would declare that summer is to last one more month. While I was at it, I&#8217;d also institute three-day weekends and clocks that make time stand still when so desired, so y&#8217;all may begin the civil revolution right now to get me on the throne as soon as possible, for everyone&#8217;s sake. Did I mention that every Wednesday would be free ice cream day?<\/p>\n<p>By the end of each August in recent memory, I&#8217;m finally primed and ready for that precious stillness between the flow of summer&#8217;s socialness, and the push of the other three seasons&#8217; urgency. It&#8217;s August, usually somewhere woefully late, like the final day of the second week, in which I stumble upon a certain, calm sweet spot: a slack tide in my work-intensive year that&#8217;s filled with promise, but untouched by stress. Such delight, yet so fleeting. Sigh.<\/p>\n<p>So here I am, like one of these nicely balanced log-surfing birds, lining up my gulls in a row for the coming autumn, placing concerts and residencies and speaking gigs and meetings and travel travel travel indications in my calendar&#8217;s little white boxes, and wishing I were a lot farther down my naively giddy June list of &#8220;things to accomplish in this faaaaabulous gaping block of time I have in my studio this summer&#8221; than I actually am. Notes have somehow sneaked onto the page without me looking, but oh, if only I owned that clock! I&#8217;d use it. Maybe you would, too.<\/p>\n<p>Well, at least I can go to the freezer for some ice cream. It&#8217;s Wednesday!<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/blogpix\/gullstare.jpg\" width=\"400\" height=\"393\" alt=\"[IMAGE] Seagull\" \/><br \/>\n<em>I&#8217;ll take two scoops of the chocolate herring flavor, please.<\/em><br \/>\n<span style=\"clear: both;\"><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8230;click to listen: &#8230;about the music Nothin&#8217; but time. Tweet There are few things I dislike. But I will tell you right now that the final day of August is one of them. Hate it, hate it, hate it. If I were Queen I would declare that summer is to last one more month. While [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1576","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-musings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1576"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1576"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1576\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1587,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1576\/revisions\/1587"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1576"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1576"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alexshapiro.org\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1576"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}