This right here is very easily worth the thirty-two seconds of your life spent watching it.

Ok so do me a favor here, wait to play the song until it appears in the text, just humor me.
Thanks…

This, I don’t know, maybe it’s-

some kind of beatnik thing.

Oh no, here it comes, one of those moments. You’ve spent an evening without the buffer of alcohol to protect you from your thoughts, the library was closed so you’re out of fresh things to distract your mind, you’ve been watching movies you’ve downloaded and drinking iced apple juice all night; peering into odd corners of the world that are revealed on sober, introspective evenings.

This is a wonderful world. For all the complaints and the not-so-occasional bitching that I have been known to indulge in there are so many wonderful things floating all across this planet that it’s a waste of your most precious commodity (namely your time) to spend anything more then a few moments of your time wallowing in misery.

And with that in mind, here’s my humble recomendations for your day.

Are we cool enough as a species to make it? I mean this seriously, because the impression one can get from surfing certain arenas of the internet, or if one is unfortunate enough to own a television set, there is a lot of stuff out there that can lead quickly to the conclusion that well… maybe we deserve to join the dinosaurs and await a new half-life as odd museum peices… our bones put together just slightly wrong enough to make us interesting for the next wave of life to take a shot here.

Today marks the anniversary of the death of this great man. For all his troubles and human failings he was still great, and strung together some of the best songs ever assembled. This is a poor tribute… but I felt like saying something. So spare a moment here, this post will let you play ‘instant karma’ and just remember that…

“we all shine on… like the moon and the stars and the sun.”

ok, this is Draft Three of a school paper, with the suggested audio track for enjoyment of same… give it a whirl.

Artistic Integrity

It’s been snowing for a long time now. I’ve been up for all of it, peering out from between the slits of my window coverings to watch the flakes as they spiral down through washes of street-light. According to the dictates of the digital clocks that sporadically show me their faces, it has been thanksgiving for a couple of hours now.

Pink Floyd song test