I love the way Putting it Together puts together the creative process with business realities for artists.
I’ve been working on my original song Artificial Intelligenceand I’m almost done putting it together. I’ve been putting together two harmonizing vocal tracks, a ukulele track, and two tracks of my making different percussive noises — none of them artificial. After putting it together, I asked my honest and musically critical husband to listen to it and he liked it!
As I am putting it together, I have some hot spots in my vocals that I cannot fix with ChatGPT guiding me through GarageBand. That is preventing me from putting it together to finish this blog post and to start my day.
I will now focus on putting it together here.
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Thanks to all who help me putting it together every day, including YOU!
Too many choices can be overwhelming; too few choices might feel like we’re trapped.
Yesterday, I made the choice to not connect my mental health to the choices that people might make in the USA mid-term elections. I will submit my choices when voting on Tuesday and I can only hope that others have chosen wisely.
My choices for ending a blog post are many, but I always choose gratitude. Thanks to all who made the choice to connect with me here today, including YOU.
On September 11, 2016, I am remembering so much, including:
9/11/01, when I was in a park on a Tuesday with my three-year-old son Aaron, not knowing how I was going to explain to him what had just happened to our country.
Witnessing my now eighteen-year-old son Aaron going through intense security systems at Boston’s Logan Airport, yesterday, as he left our country for his college experience in Edinburgh, Scotland.
Yesterday, at a toll both outside of Logan Airport, I told the toll collector I had just sent my son off on a plane to college. She replied, with feeling, “He is missing you as much as you are missing him,” which I love remembering.
What are you remembering, here and now?
I am remembering to thank all who helped me create this post and you — of course! — for remembering to visit this blog, today.
Last night, when my outrageous boyfriend, outrageous son, and my outrageous self were shopping for boots, rainwear, adaptors, and other things my son will value outrageously once he gets to Scotland for college, I saw an outrageously valuable sign.
It’s outrageous how much I value thoughts inspired by signs like “Outrageous Values.” I hope you value my outrageous thoughts about that outrageous sign:
Values ARE personal, so somebody might think my values are outrageous. It’s outrageous how difficult it is to value other people’s values. Wouldn’t it be outrageously valuable if we could learn to recognize other people’s values as valuable as our own?
Before I saw that outrageously valuable sign, I saw my friend Barbara, whom I’ve been valuing outrageously for sixty years. Barbara and I share an outrageous number of values, and we also outrageously respect each other’s valuable differences.
Here are some outrageously valuable creations by Barbara:
I value all that Barbara creates and I outrageously value her creations with hearts. Hearts are outrageously valuable to all, including those of us whose hearts are outrageously unusual.
My outrageous values include wanting to eat whatever I like. Outrageously, I’m going to need to adjust that outrageous value after I get outrageously valuable heart surgery on September 21. Because I’ll be taking the outrageously valuable medication Coumadin after my heart surgery, I’ll be adjusting my diet (which could outrage me). Last night, I said to my outrageously valuable boyfriend after reading this article on Coumadin “It looks like I’ll never be able to eat guacamole again.” Michael outrageously replied, “Well, you’ll just have to eat a lot of guacamole over the next two weeks.”
Isn’t that outrageous? Here are some other images I outrageously valued yesterday:
Are there any photos there that you thought had outrageous values?
Before I leave for my outrageously valuable work, here’s some music with outrageous values:
If you leave a comment about your outrageous values, I hope you know it will be valued here to an outrageous degree.
One of my outrageous values is gratitude, so thanks to all who helped me create this post and to you — of course! — for your outrageously valuable presence.
Here are some of the words from “Move On” that move me:
I do not know where to go.
I want to make things that count,
Things that will be new.
What am I to do?
Move on.
Stop worrying where you’re going.
Move on.
Just keep moving on.
I chose, and my world was shaken.
So what?
The choice may have been mistaken,
The choosing was not.
You have to move on.
Look at what you want
Not at where you are,
Not at what you’ll be.
Look at all the things you’ve done for me:
Opened up my eyes,
Taught me how to see,
Notice every tree,
Understand the light,
Concentrate on now.
I want to move on.
I want to understand the light.
I want to know how to get through.
Through to something new,
Something of my own.
Stop worrying if your vision is new.
Let others make that decision,
They usually do.
You keep moving on.
Something in the light,
Something in the sky,
In the grass,
Up behind the trees,
Things I hadn’t looked at ’till now.
Look at what you’ve done
Then at what you want,
Not at where you are,
What you’ll be.
Just keep moving on.
Anything you do,
Let it come from you,
Then it will be new.
Give us more to see.
Moving on, here are some things I saw and noticed yesterday, moving through my Saturday:
Answer #2: Everything Must Develop, Right?
Answer #3: Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing
Answer #4: Endings Might Disappoint Regularly.
Answer #5: Everybody! Make Decisions & Respond.
From Sunday in the Blog with Ann, thanks to Everyone Making Dis Real, Especially My Dear Readers.
