I tend to get songs stuck in my head. They play on repeat for a while, then another slots in from some other genre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I recently got a fragment of a jazz song stuck and I could neither place it nor get rid of it.\u00a0 It was instrumental – so no words to look up – and I couldn\u2019t \u201csing\u201d it well enough for anyone else to figure it out.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I assumed it was something I had heard from a Peanuts TV special and I poured through hours of soundtracks to try and find a match. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I had pretty much given up and the song faded a bit, popping up in my head at odd moments, before\u00a0 – randomly – I saw a reference to Dave Brubek\u2019s Take Five.\u00a0 It wasn\u2019t just any jazz song in my head, it was arguably one of the best known.\u00a0 And once I heard it, the song slotted neatly back into my memory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
—-<\/p>\n\n\n\n
More recently, I was listening to a late 90’s\/early 2000\u2019s playlist and I was reminded of another song from that era.\u00a0 I remembered a female singer who belted out the refrain. \u00a0 British, maybe.\u00a0 Part of a band.\u00a0 But that was all I had.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I put some effort into recalling the song and over a few days I could finally get the refrain looping in my head. The music and the intensity – but no words yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then, a few days ago, I finally recalled enough to bring up part of the phrase she kept repeating: \u201c______as I am\u201d\u00a0 and I thought the band started with an \u201cS\u201d.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not enough yet, so I let that simmer in my head as my unconscious mind tried to slot every word I knew into that title.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Finally, while I was driving and stopped at a light, it clicked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWeak as I am\u201d was the line. And the song was called \u201cWeak\u201d. As the light changed to green, the band popped into my head – \u201cSkunk Anasie\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Satisfied, I drove on and listened to it when I got home. Good song, but maybe not one I want add to a playlist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
—<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve been writing haikus for long enough that my memories in Facebook are littered with them. Since there\u2019s one for every day, patterns begin to emerge over the years. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
This morning, the steps and ramp out the back door were so ice covered that the dogs – and I – kept slipping.\u00a0 Once they were safely inside I went back out to chip away at\u00a0the thick ice with a small hammer.\u00a0 It was hard work and I had to stop a few times to rest.\u00a0 I didn\u2019t get it all cleared and instead looked up Pet Safe Ice Melt.\u00a0 While I was online I got a notice about memories on facebook and opened it up.\u00a0 Sure enough, on the same day 4 years ago, I had written a haiku about chipping away at the ice to reach the patio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m not just a creature of habit.\u00a0 I\u2019m a documented<\/em> creature of habit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n ———–<\/p>\n\n\n\n And now, here in 2026, we have another kind of ICE to worry about. I\u2019m not going to go into it – there\u2019s enough media and rhetoric for a lifetime of blog posts – but it does remind me of my central problem with the history classes I took in school.<\/p>\n\n\n\n We, as a people, don\u2019t learn anything from the past.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n It doesn\u2019t matter how many dates of wars we memorize or the names of eras and decades we decide on, we keep making the same mistakes of the past.\u00a0 I always found that frustrating and pointless in school. If we aren’t learning and aren’t getting better at avoiding past mistakes, what’s the point? <\/p>\n\n\n\n Hence, environments where the worst of humanity rise again and again. <\/p>\n\n\n\n —–<\/p>\n\n\n\n So, I muddle back through my personal memories that are unreliable, but inconsequential,\u00a0 and wonder if humans will get anything useful out of our own history.\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I tend to get songs stuck in my head. They play on repeat for a while, then another slots in from some other genre. I recently got a fragment of a jazz song stuck and I could neither place it nor get rid of it.\u00a0 It was instrumental – so no words to look up […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"_bluesky_dont_syndicate":"","_bluesky_syndication_accounts":"","_bluesky_syndication_text":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3310","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3310","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3310"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3310\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3311,"href":"https:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3310\/revisions\/3311"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3310"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3310"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3310"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}\n