Working on a stride piano pattern. Have never understood how those Art Tatums and Fats Wallers manage to jump distances wider than tenths without apparently needing their eyes to accurately land air-bound left hands. I work each day at it. I even pull it off sometimes which perplexes me because my conscious mind has nothing to hold onto when it happens, it isn’t like there was a sleeve to fit into, a switch to depress or channel to cushion. It’s like the conscious mind has to face its own impotence and carry on anyway because something about the body is able to do it and even, somehow, fine tune it. Near the end of walking in High Park there was a slender guy on a slack line. He walked back and forth with his hands at his sides or above him, playing hip hop, bandana around his forehead, the laces of one sneaker dangling which I expected would ruin his effort. I said can I watch and he nodded yes. Watching you reminds me of playing piano I said. It’s just like treading water he said. I understood what he meant while rethinking his arm movements though that isn’t how I feel about coordinating stride but then again if I ever get near the Phineas Newborn space, maybe, indeed it will be like treading water. Do you ever feel like you’ll fall off? No, done it for years. Is there something new you want to achieve? Nah, just this. I do it all winter, all year round. This is like surfing for someone else, and then he lifted one foot and tucked the loose lace into the runner and continued. I said I see, could you do it from the beginning? No way, I fell off all the time, thought it was impossible.