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This seems tragic to me. Roughly one third of the food produced in the world for human consumption every year — approximately 1.3 billion tonnes — gets lost or wasted. 

Learning the names of the modes (why are they sometimes called the church modes?). So weird. Making a smart flashcard deck. DPLMAL is a mnemonic.

Industrialized and developing countries dissipate roughly the same quantities of food — respectively 670 and 630 million tonnes. 

Again, weird that I haven’t learned this by now. So, here we go. First I want to learn the Pentatonic Scales all over the neck.

I started learning the notes on the guitar fretboard. Harder than I thought! I have the basics down but I have to keep drilling. I looked around for ideas on how best to learn – there are many ideas on how to do this. I tried making smart cards, which I think may be beneficial, but I ’m not certain I know which method is ultimately the best.

I occasionally work for a local food bank called Community Action Network. It’s a great service to a community that has people in need. They distribute food for free to folks that need it. I like to help out and I get some free food. I’m amazed how much overproduction of food there is floating around. The are a lot of canned goods, but loads of fresh foods too. Much of it is approaching expiration. If you go look you can find surprises there.

I’ve been playing guitar more or less continuously for about 15 years. Amazingly and ashamedly, I haven’t bothered to learn the notes on the guitar fretboard. The whole fretboard. That ends this week.

I’ve been avoiding this. I have had a love-hate relationship with the guitar for years. I’ve been playing it because it is easy and there is something undeniably beguiling about the instrument. But everyone plays guitar and it is so difficult to distinguish yourself among the crowd.

Today, I’m a raw nerve. I am a 360 degree, fully dimensional person. I feel things, I react, I acknowledge, I let them go. I don’t know if it’s bio-rhythms, phases of the moon or some other force, but I am emotional today. I feel like a hut on a beach with no walls in the tropics. The wind blows through all day in different strengths and from different directions carrying scents from far away.

YOU. ARE. WHAT. YOU. THINK. Buddha: “get a grip on your mind” Me: “dude, I’m trying”