I get a kick out of finding continuity where it seemingly does not exist. A common thread where others only see randomness. Perhaps it's partly superstition, but I like to believe in meaningfulness over coincidence. And so with every person whose path crosses my own, I see our meeting as imbued with a greater significance. After all, we are all in this world together. And it is these heartfelt connections which nurture our growth and buoy our spirits.
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I've been very happy with my recent switch from playing one CD in session on repeat to running my ipod playlist. I organized my ipod with a long playlist of quality music for my scenes. Beautiful, ethereal sounds with otherworldly voices and primal rhythms. Smoothly flowing in energy from a soft, incremental build-up to a surging urgency and then back again. That's the kind of music I like to play in. More than just background noise, good music creates an atmosphere to revel in my dominance.
Since getting my ipod, I notice how many people walk around with those little white headphones tucked into their ears. A male friend of mine complains that it's mostly women and that they're making it even harder to approach them. Yet I definitely notice a lot of men plugged in as well. Well, it makes sense that we are more observant of our objects of attraction. Or in my case, the people who would normally be paying attention to me ;-) There is a certain contentedness that comes with going about the day with one's very own soundtrack. Yet there is also something disconcerting about it. Another layer of insulation from cold, hard reality? It makes me think... Oh there's that M word again. It is like the Matrix already, isn't it?
