I have a problem with head noise. It usually manifests itself in some dumb song on constant rotation in the jukebox of my thought-life. It creeps up on me at the most inopportune times, causing me to be distracted. In fact, it’s at the times when I am supposed to be knuckled down and in concentration mode that the head noise kicks in the most. Unless it’s always there and I just don’t notice it? Who knows? Anyway, I digress. All I know is that I couldn’t get the Squeeze song Black Coffee in Bed out of my head when I needed to. Guess what? I don’t even really like the song.
I’ve tried meditation and being all blank of consciousness or whatever it actually is. I’ve tried to “be here now” and get a load of that mindfulness stuff. I’ve tried to be Krishna Conscious and chant away the mundane head noise, which is a lovely, worthwhile thing — yet not at all helpful when trying to remember in a pinch a particular theory. I’m not that advanced. When I chant, Krishna doesn’t bestow up on me the answers to examination questions. I wish He would, but alas, no. That would just be rude and neophyte to ask for, amirite?
On other Pants breaking news fronts. I thought I’d make Their Lordships some nice pumpkin soup. I replaced the Squeeze tune with some Maha-Mantra action and started the prep. My oven caught on fire. The smoke alarm and my blood pressure went completely bonkers.
I now have a tray full of raw pumpkin on the counter and a reluctance to switch on the stove.
