No time for a summer friend,
No time for the love you send,
Seasons change and so did I,
You need not wonder why
– The Guess Who, “No Time”, 1970
Well, hello! Long time, no chat. I apologize for falling off the blogging map. Real life has naggingly intervened. I’ve been super-busy with my day job as an engineer with a small (but thankfully progressive) local firm. Summer evenings and weekends have been pre-occupied with landscaping my tiny expanse of a yard. Occasionally, I was simply lost in thought. But tonight, I’m feeling up to blogging again. So, here we go.
It’s the first day of November. I marked the occasion by going for a 10 km walk around town. It’s an excellent opportunity to organize my thoughts and get a little exercise. When I go walking, I always have earphones in my ears and my trusty iPhone in my pocket, shuffling tunes from my 6200-song library. (I really should pare it down some… but how can you prune your best friends?)
Do you ever get the sense that your MP3 player is spying on you? Today, even though I was simply playing songs at “random” while my GPS fitness app logged the miles underfoot, the music was almost entirely autumnal and solemn. Songs by Eels, the Decemberists, and Elbow dominated the “random” mix. I hadn’t heard Split Enz’s “Stuff and Nonsense” in years. It’s almost as though my phone checked out my local weather forecast, read my pulse, sensed my emotional state, and chose a playlist accordingly.
Tonight, I’m back at home in the man-cave, doing my best to unwind before facing the tribulations of another work week. I’m lucky that I live near enough to my office (about 4.5 km) that I can occasionally walk or bike instead of drive. Not so long ago, my iPhone played another trick on me. As I was walking past the bird sanctuary around 7:00 am on my way to the office, the “random” playlist conjured up a song by The Byrds. I only have about 3 Byrds songs in my entire library, so this was quite the coincidence. Made me chuckle, anyway. But then, on my way home that same evening, one of the other Byrds songs worked their way into the playlist, just as I was sashaying past the same bird sanctuary. Coincidence? Not likely!
So Apple is spying on me. In a good way, mind you.
Anyway, I would like to report that I’ve learned a lot this summer. About myself, about engineering, about landscaping, about my friends and family, about forging one’s path in an indifferent world. It’s been quite the experience, but now there’s a chill in the air and a stray snowflake or three. The seasons changed, and so did I.
And with that, I bid you adieu for another evening. I promise I won’t leave you hanging so long between posts next time.