Soundtracking

I spend most of my time listening to music, I have blogged about it several times...
My favorite thing to do with any extra time I have is to play songs that match up to the activity I am pursuing: calm music can make a calm activity very meaningful, and a band such as The Sisters of Mercy can make a motorcycle ride more than it was before. I also like to listen to contrasting stuff: I'll go to the sand dunes, and while surrounded by mullet-headed hessians, listen to The Thompson Twins or Duran Duran (in my headphones of course, I don't have a death wish.) There's nothing quite like carving up a gnarly bowl while listening to Pearly Dew Drops' Drops.
But the best moments are gathered while alone, either hiking or cycling. The lyrics of the songs cut deeply, burrowing into my mind as I travel around. Lyrics combine with real life events, bringing clarity, messages and memories pouring out. Vivid images take shape, my mind races and I gain clarity and strong understanding of my place in the world.

Morning Trek

6am. Short Drive.
Walk, Stretch.
Hit the hill.
Bowie on the headphones, drowning out the tinnitus.
Walking, straining, pulling up the slope.
Resting, gasping, sip some liquid.
The crunching of rock under my feet only audible between songs.
Hit the top. Sit at the top.

Rest. Descend.
Buckley on the headphones.
Sweat dripping, drowning out the songs.
Knees shaky, Aches building.
Lean for support.
Slow down.
Blinding shots of pain and weakness.
Lean on the car.
Sit down, drive back.

Bloggeroni

Yeah, I'm a slacker.

But I'm posting here now, so HA! This is sure to be pretty random.

What kind of person expects respect when he dies, when in life he was a strange deplorable person?
The King of Pop of course.

If a person has 'friends' that are such good 'friends' that they won't show up to a party if he/she is there, are they 'friends' at all?

How many licks does it take to get to the center?

Are We Ourselves?

Is there anything wrong with a grown (ha) adult self-identifying with a species of wild animal more than a homosapien?

Who are you? Ooh ooh, ooh ooh

Opening Night

Wow, my head is spinning.



Please don't ever say I didn't give you anything. Especially when that something might be 128 MB in size.

Save or stream.

HERE WE GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

June 30, 2009.

Gadgetry

Oh how I love technological devices.
As some of you may know, I have a fetish for hard drives, computers, music playback devices and phones.

My new phone, the device on which I composed this post.


Palm Pre. Drool, drool. Lust, lust.

Cookie Trauma x 100

Last fall, I posted on the old blog a post about the demise of my favorite cookies.
This evening, I was informed of their return: the local store has them ON SALE!!!!

So we head on over to the place, high-tail it to the junk food aisle and........


AAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!


So I think 'Maybe there is another display up front.' (I'm sometimes a brilliant detective, I should have followed in the steps of my hero Joe Albertson and pursued a career in the retail management arts.)

Yeah. The front display was about the same. Only bigger.


Which left me feeling a bit bummed out.