Stoffie's musical baton

I've been passed the musical baton by Bram , alas I will fulfill my duties...

• Total volume of music files on my computer: 15.80 GB (couple of hundred cd's most of which I don't have the courage for to rip to mp3)
  
• Last CD I bought: The Look Of Love, by Diana Krall.
• Song playing right now: Wish you were here, by Pink Floyd, Wish You Were Here
• Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me:
  1. Stay out of my dreams by Type O Negative, The Least Worst of
  2. Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd, Delicate Sound of Thunder
  3. Goodbye Stranger by Supertramp, Breakfast in America
  4. Brothers in Arms by Dire Straits, On the Night
  5. Astronomy by Blue Oyster Cult, Don't Fear The Reaper
     
• There's no more blog people I know of to pass the baton onto, so...
  

Doughnuts

Alphaville squeeling through a substandard speakersystem, sun peeking through the windows, port waking up after never going to sleep, a can of coke aiming to do the same for me, Mr. Sleep Deprivation of the day. Yer average run of the mill day at work. Extensive use of pleonasm for this time of the day.

I'm on the verge of doing some interior redecorating at our humble home, and I've no idea how to fit all this new furniture stuff into our living room. Tomorrow's the day of moving and lugging stuff around.

No deep shit for the rest of the week!

The unbearable lighness of the human concept

The following post is actually inspired by a post on a good friend's blog. It got me thinking.

Maybe this will sound stupid but something that's always pegged my mind, was the end scene of MIB, where I found the visual interpretation and impact of previously understated utterings; that not everything important needs to have the size to match per se; to be very interesting. That our galaxy actually COULD be within a marble that makes out to be the playing toys of something our minds can not conceive or comprehend, that just blows my mind.

And so yet again, the limitations of the human brain and concepts become painfully clear.

But isn't it great that such blunt messages that end up having much more of a subliminal effect that one would assume, can be contained within a movie that is so totally commercial ?

I find it worth more than just one thought.

Throughput

I am a low bandwith access point of nothingness. If rain would, could cool down the sun, my world inside ours would dim into a thoughtless stream of revolting anonimities.

Unconsciously, consciousness creeps far below what we perceive as surface.

Weak radio signals, heartbeats, one of a kind create furious interference storms in my head.

Synchronicity of the all.

And yet I fail to pick up the signals and the need for an upgrade prevails.

All or nothing is never a choice.

A flash hung from a tree, with nature covering its very sights.

I can't run away far enough from deviation, and so I sit quietly, waiting for stronger waves.

To conquer my mind...