Endless Resumes!

I mean, seriously, the quantity of resumes a person with a resume must maintain just doesn’t end.

Quite by accident, I discovered I have an infographic from a time long ago when I had self-confidence, even the faintest hope of getting a gainful job, and was putting all day every day into marketing myself. Check this out:


This is not the first time I’ve discovered a crapload of my own work by accident.

A few years ago, I thought I’d start with WordPress by using wordpress.com at which point I was told the username “aceofdatabase” was not available. I’ve never run up against anyone else trying to use that moniker, making it a handy personal brand. But, yeah, I had an entire WordPress-based portfolio that I had absolutely no recollection of creating which I found startling.

Visualize.me is outmoded. I can’t get a secure connection out of it and it sort of smacks of abandonment but still might be a neat way to make a personal timeline. I can think of other ways, too. Hopefully I’ll remember the next one.

This is partly how 2008’s global financial meltdown and poor health of the time affected me: some memory loss. I never did land another job in Philadelphia which is how I ended up moving “home” to Coudersport, Pennsylvania in 2012. Knowing I’m too honest I’ll leave it at this: my only dream was to never live here again; I probably should have had bigger dreams.

That 271 mile intrastate move roughly marks the beginning of my 30s and the end of my career as I knew it. Speaking of which, I’ve put Word and WordPress to the test by pasting my resume to a page here.

Finally Reading More

I’ve stopped whipping myself for not reading words on paper and instead have gotten back to reading music on paper. It helps me live with myself. My repertoire is comprised entirely of a small variety of JS Bach compositons. I captured my practice area last night just for the heck of it. I’m working on BWV 847: Prelude and Fugue in C Minor.

At some point about 15 years ago I learned the prelude by ear. That’s a thing I can do. I feel obligated to learn the fugue. It’s at my skill level, but challenging, particularly as I don’t practice for hours a day. Still, I’m finding more enjoyment in it than I have for some time at a time when I need it.

Do note, I’m practicing on a keyboard older than your kids. I like the shape of the keys on the Yamaha PSR-36, and it sounds fairly decent through my stereo. It’s not ideal, but it’s enough. Despite the for rent sign that literally moved with the wind early in the year and remained face down under the snow to my utter delight, I’m getting a neighbor; I may be playing in headphones more often. So long as I practice, then so be it.

I spent the today stuffing pages in booklets and cutting paper (happily, for a good cause), and robotically formatting text in my favorite Adobe InDesign (for eventual monies), so I felt the need to do a creative brag. I look forward to bragging that I can play the piece.

In the meantime, here’s a nifty video analysis: