Courtney Barnett and the Pixies need to be part of the soundtrack of our times. Barnett's Depreston made me cry by being very much on point with current events and the Pixies' just channel a youthful, but intelligent rage at all the bullshit and resulting pain of modern life. We all need a bit of that. Is there a soundtrack of our times? If there isn't... who am I not paying to make one? If not now, when? If not me, who? No good deed goes uncomplicated. I imagine that is another reason The Bible admonishes us to conduct our good works in secret, besides the immortal danger of vain works. Or is that just about prayer? Either way, anyone else getting a whiff of one's intended good work can quickly turn it into a debacle of generosity should they attempt to get in on the action. What am I talking about... I wanted to honor another's generosity towards me by gifting them with some relief cream I peddle. At the same time, a third party wanted to purchase some. The problem was the third party, who knew the second party had asked to purchase some cream, decided to offer to pay me for the cream I intended to gift in order to swoop my attempt at generosity. No, I don't think that was his intention. It did present something of a sweet gherkin, for the second party humbly insisted on paying to avoid possibly taking advantage of me. This forced me to have to explain that the gift was actually being paid for by Third Party, who Second Party knew and would see pay me at the time of delivery, thereby creating an awkward transaction. My gift. Mine! Mine! Mine! You see? A debacle of generosity. To solve this inconsequential problem, I took the money and gave Second a second, identical gift, in full view of Third. None blanched, in the end. Ah, such problems to enjoy! Not like the problem of being thrown to the floor by an angry lower back. All I did was try to get cozy with my guitar on the bed. Apparently, that distribution of weight was too recently novel for my back. My back protested that I had not been spending enough time on the floor. Ok, I had not been spending any. Whether we do or don't get comfortable with the ground, it's going to know us entirely, until we are the stuff of which it consists. We might as well get to know it better. Just like the chair provides temporary relief for a problem it ultimately exacerbates, -- back pain -- the less time we spend on the ground, the sooner we will be in it. In know, but it works in some mysterious way, don't it? Thus, I must now not only stay away from chairs, I must also avoid my bed outside of sleepy time. Maybe I should sleep on the floor. It was rather cool and comforting after getting through taekwondo class with my back out. Yes, I am crazy. Normal is boring. Besides, sitting down and not moving is the worst thing you can do for back pain unless you are going to vomit from it. In that case, see a doctor. Otherwise, move! Rest in squat position, stretch, get down with the ground, get up from the ground, roll around on the ground, stand above the ground, but for pity's sake DON'T SIT. I actually felt better after class; the instructor did happen to take it easy on us, today. Nevertheless, I made it clear I might not make it through. Counterintuitively, I did. And my back is better for it.