First single from Hunchback Whale

If you haven’t heard already, my band, Hunchback Whale, released our first single today.

The song is called “Haunted By A Memory.”

We’re giving it away as a gift. Check it out.

We’re pretty excited.

If you’d like to follow along with us, sign up by email at the bottom of the site too. We typically send something out each Tuesday. That’ll help with your weekly fix of Marshall, in the weeks when I don’t get around to publishing as much here.

Side note: this is also a special day for another reason, but I’ll share more about that later.

Stay standing [EXPERIMENT]

About a month ago, I told my wife I’ve noticed that whenever I come home, once I’m sitting down – or worse, laying down – I don’t want to do anything. As long as I’m standing up, though, I’m fine to do whatever: household chores, going out, whatever.

She’s like, “You’re just now realizing that?”

“Well, yeah,” I said. “I mean, kind of.”

“Why do you think I always ask you to do things right when you walk in the door?”

So I guess this isn’t a new thing. And I guess I’m not the first to notice.

But now that I have, since then, I’ve been more conscious of it, and I’ve been experimenting with it, trying to stay standing during the day until I know I’m ready to close down.

Typically, this is until around 8:00pm during the week. If I stay standing until then, I’m able to get things done.

What’s cool, though, is that once I hit 8:00pm and do sit down, I feel more relaxed because a) I’ve had a full day doing whatever until 8:00pm, but more importantly b) I know I’m not supposed to be getting back up to do something. It’s guilt-free when I finally do sit down.

As I type this, I’m standing in the kitchen. I have my laptop on the counter. Once I’m finished writing, I’ll just move on to the next task at hand, like these dirty dishes in the sink next to me. Or even if I don’t, as long as I stay standing, the odds are good that I’ll continue to accomplish things I should.

At this point, I’m ready to make it an official experiment: stay standing until 8:00 during the week when I’m home. Weekends are different, and it also doesn’t count if I’m sitting before I get home. It’s not like I’m going to plop down at work or in the car or at someone’s house and not get back up for the rest of the day.

We’ll see how it goes.

Why didn’t he ask sooner?

When I lived in Saudi Arabia, we all lived in a compound, a sort of apartment building within the walls of the university where we taught. The new compound they built was nice – we each had our own place, not sharing with a roommate like we had before. We had a pool, quality furniture and appliances, and lots of light beaming through the windows.

One weekend, I was out walking the halls when I found a friend wondering around as well. I said hey, and we got to talking.

Turns out, he had locked himself out of his apartment. Since it was the weekend, the Saudi landlords, the gentlemen running the school and the compound, weren’t on site to open his place back up. Turns out, my friend had locked himself out the night before and ended up spending the previous night sleeping in the hallway.

I was like, “Dude.”

He asked if I had anything he could eat.

“I don’t know what I have – tomorrow’s grocery day – but come on. We can find something.”

I brought him back to my place. I really didn’t have much going on foodwise. I had some apples and some oatmeal, what I’d eaten for breakfast that day.

“Do you like oatmeal?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said. “I’ll try it.”

I made him oatmeal with cinnamon, brown sugar, and apples. I may have poured some cream over it – I can’t remember now.

He loved it. “This is amazing,” he said.

It wasn’t, really. It was just oatmeal. He was just hungry.

I couldn’t believe he spent the night sleeping in the hallway. There were probably 20-30 teachers who lived in our building alone. We all knew each other. We all had extra couches. We all had food, even if it was just oatmeal.

Why didn’t he ask sooner?

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