11/16/07

There is something poetic about listening to music and working on excel spreadsheets. For those of you who have never spent a day in a hollowed out shell that the working world would refer to as a cube you won't understand. It makes the whole world seem a little less drab when you are typing away with music flowing into your ears, especially music about changing your life. Although you may not make the move yourself, listening to someone else's sad voice sing about new possibilities makes you think for just a second, maybe I'll go to Boston.

Augustana: Boston

She said I think I'll go to Boston.
I think I'll start a new life.
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name.
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly 'em out to Spain.
I think I'll go to Boston.
I think that I'm just tired.
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind.
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of Sunset,
I hear it's nice in the summer, some snow would be nice, oh yeah.

Boston, where no one knows my name
where no one knows my name
where no one knows my name


I'm currently in the process of moving my old writing into my blog. It is helping to clear out the "drafts," portion of my mail box and giving me a chance to look back at things I wrote.