I am about to embark on the world of blogging. Why? I'm not quite sure yet. It's kind of like a public journal, isn't it? Probably because I live alone. And television gets boring (except Bravo, but they only air like one new episode a day). My dogs almost speak English. It's taken them four years to learn, but they're getting pretty good at understanding what I mean.
I used to live for music. However, I am uninspired where I live. Shopping on the internet mostly pisses me off because you can only access a snippet. We used to be able to cut through an entire record to grasp song structure. I miss that part of the process. I also used to hang out with a lot of people who cared about it. Not these days. Listening to music alone isn't nearly as much fun. Even though I used to do a lot of it in high school. I mean, what's the point? It doesn't even matter if someone else doesn't remember it with you. I don't think... I recently was chatting with someone, a dj who told me artist and title on the dance floor of Groove Jet in 1996, to try to remember what the song was. I even left a message on his voice mail, trying to sing it. I could somehow grasp the obscure electronic melody line briefly. It was our memory, and a good one! He couldn't be bothered, and replied, "no clue." Why did I bother to listen then and remember it now?? What good is having an amazingly rare record, or even a popular one, if there's nobody to share it with?
Well, every now and then I have a funny thought. Not at the moment, though. I think I'm getting blogfright. Do they make a pill for that?
