I’m slowly getting back into practicing on my guitar as well. I’m working on finger positions, mostly, and essentially starting fresh, as I’ve forgotten most of what I learned months ago. As with building up my physical health, it’s a slow process. I tend to find activities that don’t allow me an immediate measure of progress to be a bit frustrating. That I’m unable to play a song or even a piece of a song yet stands as an obsticle for me. With only a couple hours of practice in, though, I shouldn’t expect too much, I suppose.
My favourite recent discovery in the world of online journals is The Hipless Boy. It’s a consistantly entertaining and well written jounal that employs effective storytelling of everyday life. Each entry, from “All The Way To The Other Side”, an adventure in bowling that contains a passing revelation about a government study on the effects of dropping bowling balls from airplanes, to “My Sister Is In Love Again”, a bit of celebrity infatuation and pondering of literary minds, is a joy to read. The most recent entry, however, is my favourite of all I’ve read there. In it the author details his first meeting with a friend named Minerva, who seems to be a most beguiling person.