Nonsense, Drivel, and Balderdash

Most people have received an electronic greeting/birthday/christmas card at some point. Usually they are dull, cheesy or just downright stupid. But recently I have come across a site that does for e-cards what Despair.com did for motivational posters. Say hello to Someecards.com . It has cards for every occasion: Apologies: Birthdays: Confessions: Friendship: Get Well Soon: Or even current affairs: Some are what some people would call "in bad taste" I suppose, but I find them hilarious.

Some random things that all have music in common: - The other day I realized that I have 36 GB of music. That is 21 days of constant music. And yet I seem to listen to the same stuff over and over. Usually I get something new and devour it over and over until I get something else and then I rarely go back to the old. Sure there are some staples like Simon and Garfunkel, Ray Lamontagne, Led Zeppelin, Radiohead, and many more, but on average I keep rehashing a small amount of my tunes. So I am in the process of listening to everything I have once through. There is quite a bit of stuff that I hadn't listened to in a long time, stuff that I don't particularly cherish anymore, but that is part of the activity. Everything must go! - I have been going to vocal therapy for the past month and a half. It is basically like going to a physical therapist, but for your voice. You do exercises to stimulate different muscles in your singing apparatus: diaphragm, lower vocal cords, upper vocal...

You know those people who jump at the possibility of doing good? I am not one of those people. A good example can be seen underground. If you have ever been on a subway then you know what I am talking about. An elderly person comes into the subway car and all the seats are taken so someone gets up and offers them theirs. A lot of times these generous donors seem to leap out of their seats at the slightest chance of doing well. Superman couldn't have done it faster, in fact, he would still be in the phonebooth struggling to pull his underwear over his tights by the time these others have the old guy sitting down. Sure, we are just judging on outward actions, but if we stop to think a moment we can all come up with several acquaintances that are truly benevolent inside as well as out. I often find it funny when people say something positive about my character. I can begrudgingly accept people telling me that I've acted well, or praising some talent like singing or something... bu...

Sorry I've been absent for the past week. My hard drive died. Gotta hate that. I'll get back to you.

It's late and I can't sleep. I have spent a while lying in bed, staring into the dark at objects that are no longer concrete. All around me the gloom is thick with the lack of sound; that nighttime feeling where the very silence becomes more real and concrete than actual noise, like the darkness has become a presence, not merely the absence of light. And I have been lyin in my bed, my breathing roaring in my ears, and the sound of my body against the sheets wearing my patience down like waves against a seashore. It's just going to be one of those nights. My mind wanders from thought to thought, from truth to lie, trying to make sense of life. But in the dark nothing is clear, and I find myself going back to the same desire for sleep to come and rid me of the burden of consciousness. There is nothing as frustrating as being tired and unable to sleep. My bed is currently propped up on one side, to elevate my upper body in order to help my throat heal. I propped it up a few we...