Hello, My Name Is Ernesto; I’m A Project-oholic

This month's issue of PC Magazine came in the mail the other day.  In it there's a project – how to add a USB port to your guitar.  I flip straight to it, begin eyeballing the parts, trying to figure out what I have kicking around and what I'd need to buy… Then I have a moment of clarity.  I have no time to build a USB guitar.  I barely have time to practice playing the guitar.  There are a zillion obligations more pressing – and ones with outcomes that I'd actually find useful (for the small amount of recording I do, a microphone in front of an amp or a line direct into the Fostex work just fine).  And yet, on a different day, with a smidge less clarity, I would have been firing up the soldering iron.  What's wrong with me? (Don't answer, thank you very much.) Sometimes this character flaw serves me well… I learn new things, add a trick to the repertoire, maybe even find out something that will turn out to be handy at work or fixing something around the house.  And David's old enough so sometimes I can involve him as well and create some geeky Daddy-David time.  But just as often, I fear, I end up frittering away a few hours to no good end but possible mental-exercise (or maybe just a workout for patience … mine or Kristen's or both). Good thing I rejected the USB guitar project – and misspent at least some of the time writing this silly blog post instead.

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