"you told me about nowhere...

... well it sounds like someplace I'd like to go."

I love it when modest mouse comes up on shuffle.

Anyhoo, I'm still explorin' the new setup, writing on a laptop from my room is actually much more conducive to the whole "creative flow".

Airborne toxic event playing now.

Its funny, I can map out entire conversations I've had or should have that perfectly follow my music. I think that if you really looked at it, everyone's music follows their life, more or less.

Its a kind of posthumous road map to the places we've been, or where we wish we'd been.

Alot of mine describes the person I'd like to become, or who I used to be.

I wonder what Obama has on his iPod?

Or if there's someone out there listening to the exact same thing I am (Rebellion/ lies by Arcade Fire).

I think there should be an organization that had people send in their music players and switch them with people for a week. It would open people's eyes to a whole new world. Some would be anonymous, others would be like a musical pen pal.

I'm going to start making tapes for people. (note to self: people don't make tapes anymore)

hmm... Top Five songs to play during a train wreck:

1. Hallelujah -Lenard Cohen
2. Eruption -Van Halen
3. What a wonderful world -As performed by Louis Armstrong
4. Blinded in chains -Avenged Sevenfold
5. Helter Skelter -The Beatles

That'll do. G'night everyone.

The Cave

Once, there was a man. Let's call him "Geoff".
Geoff was a modest man, with an average life. He had an average house, an average car, an average family.

Once, while on an average family vacation in an average mountain range, Geoff came upon a cave.

Now, Geoff, being of average curiosity, decided to enter the cave
The cave was very average. Average size. Average smell. Average.
The overwhelming average-ness of Geoff's life suddenly came upon him and he suffered an ironically average nervous breakdown.
Geoff slipped into an average coma and awoke an average amount of time later.
Upon awaking, all Geoff could remember was the horrifying average-ness of that cave.
Determined to overcome his feelings of average distress, Geoff traveled back to that average mountain range and entered the average cave
At this point, Geoff realized that the cave was simply average.
He felt averagely relieved, and went back, at an average pace, to his average life.
After an average period of time Geoff forgot entirely about the episode of the average cave.

The Average End.

P.S. if you're looking for meaning in this story, feel free to search, but I certainly can't find any. It's just a normal, average story.