Daily Routines
There was a point when Daily Routines was one of my favorite daily reads. If you’re unfamiliar with the site, it gave a brief look, sometimes first hand account, of how “writers, artists, and other interesting people organize their days.”
The reason I found the site and its stories so appealing was because of its brutal honesty. It wasn’t bullshit self-help or advice how-to, but it was practical insight into how interesting people arranged their days around their enjoyable crafts.
The site has not been updated since February, but I stumbled across two old emails where I attempted to contribute daily routines to their collection. They were never posted on the site, but I’ve pasted them below:
Jimi Hendrix
No one could predict his daily routine, because no one knew where he slept. He still had a full suite of rooms in an East Side hotel, and he occasionally moved his guitars and clothes into a motor lodge nearer the Record Plant, but more often he was with one of his ladies, who sewed for him and cooked for him and took drugs with him and slept with him.
Usually he awakened in the early afternoon. After breakfast he did some drugs, usually grass, which was a constant companion for him. Then he would go shopping or drift somewhere in a limousine or cab to visit friends. Maybe he would eat again, about 10pm; maybe not. Jimi didn’t eat often, keep a flat, muscled stomach that always made him look as if he needed a meal.
source: The Jimi Hendrix Experience by Jerry Hopkins, pg 169
Abraham Lincoln
President Lincoln followed a daily routine, which varied according to the exigencies of the war and the weather. “He was an early riser and was apt to be at his toil before the humblest clerk on the national pay-rolls had eaten his breakfast. That of the Chief Magistrate was very frequently brought to him in his office that he might lose no time, for now, as always, from his log-house cradle, he was a hard student,” wrote aide William Stoddard.
Food played little role in his schedule. “Mr. Lincoln’s habits were like himself odd & wholy irregular. He loved nothing and ate mechanically. I have seen him sit down at the table and never unless recalled to his senses, would he think of food,” said his sister-in-law, Elizabeth Edwards.
source: Mr. Lincoln’s White House
Does anyone have any insight into why this site isn’t being updated anymore? I’ve emailed the contact information on the site, without any response. If it’s a matter of the site manager not having the resources or the time to keep the site up to date, I’d be willing to help out.
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