I keep an mp3 player on me while I explore Ann Arbor and I must say my surrounding seem profusely richer when it is accompanied by the right soundtrack. Of course attaining this meticulous synthesis of sound and sight is a sufficiently formidable task. But, when I get it right I'm high on life. Every genre of music that I spontaneously grow an affinity for is like discovering a wad of cash in a pair of pants you haven't worn in awhile. The capacity of my mind literally expand out half an inch in giddy euphoria.
Screw proper transitions. I just saw a documentary called "Youth Knows No Pain". It wasn't jaw droppingly amazing or anything but it was still pretty interesting. It's about the America's obsession with anti-aging and documents Americans desperately clinging to their already depleted youth. In a particularly superficial and vain society it's a good reminder that nothing lasts forever. One gentleman in the film was hit a little too hard by the reality train and was sobbing on camera. Do I feel bad? maybe a little....ok not at all. Sorry if I'm being insensitive but it was extensively amusing...holy crap someone in the fish bowl near me just farted hardcore..omg that is some raunchy egg...
Ok where was I? Ah I don't know it's too cold in here now anyway. You know when your fingers get numb that you need to leave the bowl (right under the AC FTL).
<----the film
