Lady at the bar at Lupo in the Hotel Rehoboth, discerning whether to get the house vodka or Kettle One in her cocktail: “Is McCormmick a good vodka?”
Bartender: “It comes in a plastic bottle.”
She got the Kettle One.
Lady at the bar at Lupo in the Hotel Rehoboth, discerning whether to get the house vodka or Kettle One in her cocktail: “Is McCormmick a good vodka?”
Bartender: “It comes in a plastic bottle.”
She got the Kettle One.
A gentleman with a French accent approached me Saturday afternoon on Rehoboth Beach’s, ahem, beach and asked me to take a picture of him with his family. I readily agreed and reached out to take his phone.
Tourist, chuckling: “Don’t run away with my phone.”
Me, looking at the iPhone 8 with a cracked screen protector: “No worries. Mine is cooler.”
We all got a laugh at that.
Some things to try:
Blew myself up today on this 30-minute piece. I did a 10-minute warmup with the missus using Apple Fitness+ (intervals with Josh) which set me up with almost 2500 meters before the 30. Ranked me in the middle of the pack.
Ride the wave.
Playing songs and singing isn’t necessarily hard, but the thing about it is, it’s easy to play bits of songs or just kind wander away when you get stuck or bored. But with posting your recordings somewhere, like TikTok (as I do), you have to figure out the song pretty well, at least the part you want to play, and then rehearse it enough that you don’t screw it up too badly.
There are two ways to come at this (I’ve done both): play the song live and record yourself, or record music via DAW and edit it. With the former, you have to get it right in a go while recording yourself with your phone or some other camera setup. With the latter, though, you can take your time and record different tracks, layer things a bit, add some effects and even auto-tune your vocals… and then do the MTV thing: play along to your own song, record it with video, and then edit the video so that it syncs up with the audio track you exported from your DAW. It’s embarassing on a number of fronts for the bashful.
And it’s way more work than you think it is.
It’s easy to see posting oneself doing something creative as trying to grab attention. And sure, it’s a little bit of that. But it’s really about making something. It’s about creating something, however deriviative, and putting it out into the world. Some people never do anything like that. Tiktok is probably the most face-forward, self-expressive thing I”ve ever done (and potentially the most embarrassing), but it’s just more of the same of what I’ve been doing since there was an internet to post things to. Uncorrected is just the latest incarnation of me writing on the internet, preceded by my Tumblr page https://nonjo.com and even LiveJournal back in the day.
I would always hear harmonies in my head and appreciated them in songs I liked. So I get to try that, singing high and low parts. It’s fun just to make the songs at home and hear the results, but I get a kick out of posting the final product. I also wince when I do it. But I do it.
I’m floating around sub-170s these days, hitting a cool 165 mid-last-week. I started this journey thinking hitting 210 would be a welcome, if ambitious, goal, inching back to my most ardent cycling days. But I haven’t gotten sick of rowing or moderation, so I’m riding the wave. Too long, maybe?
In any event, someone at work asked someone else at work how I did it, and the person wondered about aloud about Ozympic. (they don’t know how I feel about needles obviously.) So now when people ask me what I’m doing, I wonder myself if that’s the answer they expect. Or suspect.
I don’t have a problem with medical interventions for anything. If you think that’s the best solution for you, and you’ve weighed the risks, go for it. But I did it the old-fashioned way. That’s not the better way or anything like that. It’s just how I did it. I never even considered asking my doctor about it. In the back of my mind, my thought about semaglutide isn’t a novel one, and it’s the same observation people make about weight-loss surgeries: does the treatment lead to long-term change?
Anyone who’s lost weight fears the day they find themselves searching for their old pants. This is true if you inject semaglutide, get gastric bypass surgery, or live in a calorie deficit. I learned what it’s like to do it myself. I’m happy about it but humble, too. My life allows me to find the time in a way that’s convenient. That’s all.

Me, October 2022

Me, September 2023
A few things to try this week:
In the absence of orange bitters, which aren’t always easy to find and have become incredibly expensive, I copped a move from my dad and twist a big ole peel of orange rind into a Martini. More specifically, I use a big piece with the pith intact while mixing (stirred in a glass pitcher), and then garnish the drink with a smaller piece of peel, pith removed.
The garnishing isn’t a mere plop of the peel into the drink; I squeeze the strip of orange along its long axis over top of the drink, releasing the oils onto the surface of the liquid. I then rim the glass with the orange peel for that je ne said quoi. I enjoy the entire process of making the drink.
One of the visual aspects that I enjoy the most about this is seeing the orange oils floating atop the drink. In the same way that oil and water don’t mix, oil and gin doesn’t mix. I’ve always marveled at the visual picture of the oils resting atop the gin, but struggled to capture a picture that expresses it.
You can see them a bit in this pic, mostly on the left side of the drink, where the light hits the surface. My drinks are much smaller than they used to be, and lavishing attention on little details brings me much joy.