hi

Hi my name is Justin.

School started (again) today. It was good but I had to get up at five-thirty so that’s like a B minus, tops. How do you like that, school?

What to say, what

I am now twenty years and eight days old, assuming I was born before six in the evening. Not much has changed since the big two-oh. I bought four gigs of RAM with some ang pao money and my early-model MacBook has a limit of two. Way to go, Justin. I could have bought Robert Bringhurst’s The Elements of Typographic Style. The The Elements of Typographic Style. Instead I have to settle, in the meantime, for this excellent guide to the application of the Style to the web.

Over a very short four Sundays (or was it three, or five) I’ve taught a small class everything I think I know about music theory under the guise of “guitar lessons”. Which was depressingly little when I put it down on paper. There were so many things I couldn’t explain and I can only hope they discover everything themselves and internalise them and then go out and kick ass, because so many people don’t. People who are awarded eighth grade by the Associated Board of the Royal Schools of Freakin’ Music and couldn’t tell you which accidentals go in the key of A♭ while tapping their right knee with their left pinky. CAN YOU??

But anyway if there’s one thing I’ve enjoyed teaching in my life it’s theory, because math + music = good times. This is something T-Rex might say, in the event that he hasn’t said it yet.

This is an apple I found in the gents at block 56 in school today. I mean it was just sitting there expectantly, as if someone might’ve temporarily forgotten it and would come back for it later, so that it could fulfil its lifelong ambition of being eaten.