Someone emailed me about a friend who was recently traumatized, yesterday. They mentioned she lost her violin in a fire. And virtually everything else she possessed. Brace yourself; her dog perished as well. 😔
I saw an opportunity to pay Stevie Nicks back by helping the poor woman get back to creating. Hm. I need to give this project a name. Teedee. (Intuition is so much quicker than analysis.) I’m going to make a logo and everything because I’m a doof (with tools.) So far, I’ve been using funds generated by trading cryptocurrency. (Mostly because it’s ironic.)
I like noticing patterns. The whole reason I’m in this situation in the first place is that we, as a society, don’t value artists creations nearly as much as logic would dictate. Somehow, I was able to obtain incredibly durable digital copies of an entire catalog of music from an artist for the equivalent of about an hours work, (as a senior software engineer.)
I’m grateful. I don’t understand it, but I benefit from it. How many hours did it take the artist to create? I’m good at math. (And I’m a smart ass.) So I’m paying it forward using the money I acquired in an equally baffling manner; Cryptocurrency trade. I can’t believe cryptocurrency is legit money. I started mining bitcoin early when it was geeks only. I was intrigued by the beauty. It’s art for pattern lovers.
Plus, I liked building, configuring, and babysitting it. Later, I stopped mining and outsourced to Hong Kong for a while. Eventually, weekend warrior geeks caught on, followed by corporations. Oops, sorry! You can refocus your eyes now. The point is I have a decent fund for Teedee projects in the future. I’m not risking financial hardship with the endeavor. I’m having a lot of fun, too.
The new client talked to M. on the phone, earlier. I was too busy recovering from instant (though temporary) paralysis. When M. told me to come to the phone, I misunderstood him and thought he meant Stevie Nicks was on the phone. Heh. (Then it took a while to stop laughing at myself.) 😂
M. explained to the client what I’m doing, and asked her if she wanted help acquiring a new instrument. Cut to me trying to figure out how to mime what I wanted him to ask her next; Ask her if she’s a fan of Stevie Nicks! (Let’s just say it’s a good thing I didn’t fancy a career in acting.) He asked after I held up one of her concert DVDs.
She loves Stevie Nicks! 🙃 They talked a bit more about logistics, then hung up. M. asked me what I would have done if she said she wasn’t into Stevie Nicks. I had to stop and think before answering (because I do that now.) I wanted to blurt, “I would have hung up the phone, duh!” Followed by, “That won’t happen.”
While I still don’t think it’ll happen, we talked out a contingency plan. If I come across someone I can help who is aware of Stevie Nicks, and for some reason doesn’t recognize, I’m still going to help them. I won’t understand them, but I’ll help them. Because it’s the right thing to do, (probably.) Stevie Nicks isn’t the first artist whose skills made this bizarre phenomenon (of undervaluing artists) jump out at me. But she’s the first artist that reached me so intensely I have to do something about it. I’m off to read.