Don't take me record shopping. Seriously.

You know, my overall goal is life is to be surrounded by creativity, humor, knowledge, fun and stimulating conversation.. That may be in the work I do, the people I hang with, the things I participate in or my solitary activities, but these things are of the upmost importance to me.

And, I re-realized this while vaccuuming - which I define as none of those things. Being completely berift of what I need most get my brain working a little harder in achieving what I really do what.

I am currently re-discovering nothing. Every attempt fails more spectacularly than the last and I remain stuck in this purgatory-inspired phase of waiting. Family does their best to remind me that this is typical for me, and that such stagnation is eventually broken by some sort of burst of personal development that is proportionate to the amount of time spent in the stagnant swamp. But that doesn't make swamp life any more appealing.

Bah humbug.

Classic Disney animation. The Damned. T Rex. Alfred Hitchcock.

(short post because these things take so much time)

True enough - but the it's never the headliners that are the most memorable

Music-wise, I'm not sure - my musical taste seems like a huge snowball rolling down a hill - it just keeps expanding in all directions (Oh and definately don't take Jesse record shopping - except maybe in Tokyo).

Personal life -wise, I guess my Metro Commutting has given me the chance to rediscover reading as more than a "before you go to bed" passtime. It's also a time for meditation, contemplation, and grooving to the sounds of my iPod.

rrrrrawr!

<<<--- INSPIRED

We had seats right at the front of the right hand side of the stage for Bowie's "Reality" tour (section 2 in the seating diagram HERE) He spent AGES on the elevated catwalk at that side - eye to eye with us !!!

Does that count ? :snap: :p :D

My body! I've done laps in the gym pool every night for a week.

My writing! I took a break over movin'-outy November and holiday-y December and most-depressing-month-of-the-year January and I'm back on target and hoping to close out the screenplay soon so as to submit to several competitions.

Horace Silver! I always forget about "Songs for my Father" until I'm digging through my CD collection and feeling bored.

Holy crap! I just re-discovered the joy of discovering new music!

ACK!

They're not new, per se... But my joy is newfound: Safety Scissors