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How I plan to pay for Christmas. |
After many years, I’ve noticed my reading
and viewing habits follow a predictable trajectory. In the winter I crave
literary fiction and cerebral crime thrillers. In the spring, I gravitate
towards literary fiction and light-hearted female dramas. In the fall I’m
reading literary fiction and creative non-fiction and by fall, I’m immersed in
literary fiction and self-help books. What does it all mean? It means I’m now
practicing guitar.
Not quite a self-help book, the Yousician (Yo
instead of M…get it?) app has been guiding me through five days of 30-minute
sessions on the guitar. I know the C, G, D, E minor, E major, and A major
cords. The profound numbness in my left index finger tells me that I’m either
on my way to professional callouses or permanent nerve damage. Either way, I
like to focus on the positive.
Think of all the things I can accomplish
with finger tip paralysis: not one thing comes to mind but I image there are
many. And I can’t play a song, I don’t actually own a guitar, and in about 5
minutes I’m going to forget everything I learned and perhaps take up the harpsichord,
but if nothing else, for December 2016 I can say I was a contender.
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