Parallel
I started writing an email, then discarded it, only to start it again. Three times, in the last 20 minutes. I think I should just scrap that one and sleep instead…
I’ve realized that I hardly ever rate any of the songs in my iTunes library less than 3 stars. It’s kind of funny, actually. I haven’t found any “twos” or “ones” at all — and I have over 224 albums in there so far. Guess I like, well, just about everything.
A while back, I took one of those highly scientific Facebook quizzes. To find out what breed of dog I was. Turns out I’m a Golden Retriever. Maybe that explains why I’m easily pleased.
Oddly-enough, I’m appreciative of a great many things in life — almost everything gets three stars and up, baby — yet I am unhappy at the same time. There was much to enjoy about today, and much to be deeply saddened by. Maybe everything happens all-at-once, all the time. Sounds just weird enough to be true. Makes it hard to tell which track you should be paying more attention to at any given moment, though.
Or whether or not you should write an email, apparently.
What the heck. I give the Brian Eno & David Byrne album, Everything That Happens Will Happen Today four stars. At least. Woof!
“Everything that happens will happen today
& nothing has changed, but nothing’s the same
and ev’ry tomorrow could be yesterday
and ev’rything that happens will happen today”
Everything That Happens, David Byrne & Brian Eno
And there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss you.