If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was doing that intentionally.

The holidays were nice.
Nice in the way they usually are; enjoyable reconnections and a slower pace. The kid still doesn’t care about Christmas. Here is your gift son/kid rips off a single corner/boredom strikes/leaves present to play with preexisting, unrestrained toys/parents slightly disappointed.
The holidays were nice.

The greatest aspect of any break is staying home with Carter. I shot a couple videos.

When will this ever heal?
My ankle is getting better. I kicked a ball around with the family in my parents’ oversized backyard. Touches are softer, lighter. Ball skills are pushing back through. Back heels with the bad foot are still too heavy, feels like I am dragging the meat of my foot instead of holding it tight.

Addition, subtraction, substitution.
The break is also allowing me the opportunity to refresh my ipod.  With the acquisition of a pair of Beats, I’m cranking through albums at twice the speed. With that said, I’m stuck on an old favorite. Nine Inch Nail’s Broken EP. Easily one of the angriest albums recorded, such a departure from the sinister pop of Pretty Hate Machine. The tunes and their videos changed my perception of rock and roll and the heaviness of music. It was during my first few listens of the Broken EP, all those years ago, that I came to realize that heavy was the tone, was the mood, and not how chunky heavy gauged strings ring when they are down-tuned to the depths of hell. Life lessons.

Heavy:

On a side note, I can’t stand that my students’ vision of Nine Inch Nails is found strictly in “Closer.” No, that is Trent Reznor, not Snape.