Personally, I blog whenever I feel I have to confront a fear. Or at least, tell everyone how pathetically fearful of the world I can be.
I'm spending the day catching up on a lot of audio that needs to be produced. I've got an interview with Tim Westergren of pandora.com, as well as a feature for the Voice of America on the future of women's colleges. And, of course, a lot of other things as well.
My studio is a mess, usually, though I cleaned it up a little bit today. Just to the right of this keyboard is a mixing board, a small one that I use to manipulate various sound sources. Right now I'm listening to something from the Animal Collective.
Which is appropriate, because just now, out of the corner of my eye, I spied a wolf spider crawling on the little mixer, just creeping along. Though I'm a man in my thirties, the site of a spider is enough to make me jump. I know I'm perfectly safe, and that no harm can come to me. But, why do I still panic and shriek?
The poor thing sprinted off the mixer, past the stereo, down the filing cabinet, and into the baseboards somewhere. And I'm sitting here, scared it's going to come eat me.
I keep wondering when I'm going to grow up. This is one of those times.