Spring is here again.

This is a recycled post. This date comes up every year. Someone I never knew but who loomed over a short but significant time of my life end it on this day. I was sitting at a desk, as I have, ad infinitum, when I found out from my older-but-not-that-much-that-he-didn't-know-Nirvana boss that, yep, that was it. Or someone called me, because that's how you found out anything then, someone made a real effort of physical movement to a phone or your location to utter words to tell you. I guess someone could have mailed me a letter, but that's even more work, for chrissakes. 

What I would like to repeat is this song, a perfect marriage of sound and meaning, and what I said 9 years ago about it:

I like Kurt most of all because he was a keen observer of human behavior, and I think that skill is simply visceral in this song. 

He can't explain

A thought, that has arrived as suddenly as there seem to be buds and sprouts on the ends of the limbs outside, lodged as I typed the wrong decade in a date: will I still be doing this in that wrong decade? 

Just as I thought a decade ago? 

Funny thing is, I returned to a self-designed workout I used to do alone in the group fitness room at the old gym, when it was Ballys, in a steady and clean-ish place that preceded the steep decline when LA Fitness took over, with all decisions about things like cleanliness, staffing, and classes "going through Corporate." Yes, I returned to this workout that I do on top of a BOSU, bouncing and struggling to stay steady and manipulate some weights.

But, my god, was there relief in putting my body through moves it remembers from 13-14 years ago! We can  do this, it said, we can do it, captain! 

I can helm my little BOSU boat, doing rows (sorry) and squats, released from what's become a ponderous and trying prison of screechy YouTube videos. Those appealed at first, and felt like being part of a class. But I was half with them, half inside myself.

On my BOSU, I'm all there, in the moment.

This all has nothing to do with Michael Franks, except that maybe he will be all I can tolerate when I am working at the computer in the ...thirties.