current state of mind: serenely anxious
The sun was always in her eyes
She didn't even see me
But that girl had so much love
She'd wanna kiss you all the time
~ ‘She Had the World’ by Panic! at the Disco
Best quote evah! -- “Everyone
knows MySpace has fallen on hard times in recent years. It's almost uncool to
make fun of it -- like kicking a kid while he's down.”*
Too soon?
*If you really want to read the entire article from October,
2010 you can on CNN.com. http://articles.cnn.com/2010-10-27/tech/myspace.revamp_1_myspace-myspace-social-network?_s=PM:TECH
NEW TOPIC:
Lately I have been allowing Rhapsody.com suggest what music
I like. The three most recent suggestions have actually been pretty insightful.
- · Best Coast -- The Only Place
- · Ingrid Michaelson – Be Ok
- · Tenacious D – Rize of the Fenix
Coincidentally,
K-Shrub also recently suggested Ingrid Michaelson to me. I am not going to
write any album reviews; but I will say wholeheartedly that the girl from Best
Coast may be channeling her lyrics directly from my brain. This album is able
to say what is flowing through my brain better than I am. Plus she seems to
have insomnia issues too – (i.e. “Up All Night”). Perhaps it’s because she has
musical accompaniment. I need a band of merry minstrels to follow me around
while I think and speak. Does anyone know where I can find a band of merry
minstrels in this town? Maybe my Droid knows. I’ll ask it . . . though it NEVER
understands what I am saying. There really should be humans listening to those
utterances and transcribing them. Oh wait . . . there are! That’s
right, folks. If you talk to your phone, someone is listening. So next time you
vocally search for “What does a bowel obstruction feel like?”, know that those
words have been beamed to a satellite for processing. Maybe you could just type
the letters out. Just a thought!
Something
interesting about Ingrid Michaelson is her last name. When I was in 8th
grade, I met a boy named Greg Michaelson in Washington, DC. He was a handsome
blonde from Ventura, California. We exchanged addresses. I think he wrote me
one letter. 14 year old boys are not the best correspondents. Trust me, I know.
I claim one as my son.
Lastly, I
just realized that the band “The Black Keys” doesn’t spell its name as “the
Black Keyes”. Wow! I don’t know why I assumed the latter. I wonder how many
other times I have made similar mistakes. Not cool, man. Not cool!
PERSONAL NOTE: I tried your suggestion. It isn’t helping me
focus.
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: I am doing the best that I can.
