I'm taking a class on Coursera which was just too perfect for me to pass up, really. I think I mentioned a few weeks ago I am working on A Mission: I am trying to collect every Rolling Stones album on vinyl. There's a little nuance to the goal I haven't finagled yet, specifically whether or not "every Rolling Stones album" means "every (studio) album" or "every-every album," but I figure I don't need to decide on that one until I have every studio album first.

The course is "The Music of the Rolling Stones, 1962 - 1974." I am about halfway through. I am using this week off of work to get ahead because, well that's just a good idea right? I am really, really enjoying it. I had heard of Coursera before and even signed up for a Poetry course but never ended up taking it. Now I see that the site also offers "History of Rock Parts 1 & 2," a course I always wanted to take in college but never had the availability for. I am really excited and I am going to take these too. Sadly, although I want Coursera to be more useful, interesting, and relevant to me, there really aren't many other courses offered on the site that really pique my interest. Maybe "The Behavior and Habits of Chickens," but that's about it.

I am reading Helter Skelter, recommended by kleinbl00. It's huge but easy reading so far. I am writing a prose piece which may or may not be a mess but it will hopefully be a fun write and the story driving the piece I think is a fun story. That's what I want to do - tell fun stories. I often feel writers and especially poets are way too Serious about themselves and their Work. I don't like it.

It's NaNoWriMo now - anyone doing it? I am doing it accidentally with aforementioned prose piece. And my usual monthly goal of trying to write every day. Every month is Writing Month for me.

My upstairs neighbor has complained to management twice about the sound of my door closing. They have contacted me and let me know they do not think there is anything I can do about the request/basically they don't really support the neighbor in his miserable existence, but they are going to come by today and put weather proofing on the door which may (probably won't) help with the noise. I am pretty sure they are doing it so they can tell the dude they tried something to help - I do not think that he will feel it improves anything, but at that point I suspect all other involved parties will say "Tough titty, dickhole. Get some earplugs and an attitude adjustment."

Maintenance is late to our appointment.

Things are pretty good, I am old now and I like it. I think 27 will be a good year for me. I'm excited. I mentioned to mk and thenewgreen and kb and 'bootz at the wedding I used to have a weird thing with compulsively determining if strings of numbers were divisible by 3. I guess a vestige of that has still carried over into adult life because I really like being an age that is not only divisible by 3, but is 3 3 3. It's just such a tidy number, to me.

Aren't people and their brains funny?