brentashley

this excercise in extroverted introspection is less fun than i thought. i find myself stretching to concoct off-the-cuff sounding profundities. yeeesh.

i read a quote recently (forgot who it was, alas) along the lines that jazz is an adult sensibility – there are no jazz-playing child prodigies. i liken my evolution of musical taste from pop to jazz to my journey from sweet to dry white, then thin to full-bodied red wine. it’s all a refinement of the pallette, a maturation of one’s sensibilities.

whatever happened to the age-old practice of apprenticeship? investment in talent, mentoring, lifelong learning. corporate 21st century employee-widgets are just so many dixie cups to be filled up with courses and seminars, consumed in a series of project-oriented gulps, and discarded.

Experimenting with responses here.

so i’m launching headlong into this weblog phenomenon. i’ve never been a diarist – should be an interesting ride.