7/30 For some reason I've got "Wet Sand" by the Chili Peppers stuck in my head. Maybe it's because it's an amazing fucking song, or maybe it's just because I'm stuck at work listening to the motherfucker across from me clearing his throat really, really loudly every 40 seconds or so, and have been for about five hours already, and this is my way of not hearing it (starting to not work, btw). I can't say why but that line, "The travesties that we have seen/are treating me like benzedrine/automatic laughter from a pro" keeps going through my mind. It reminds me of a lot of stuff that's happened to me in the last year, some of it good, most of it awful, all of it educational. I'm not sure why, but that line, in it's essence and poetic perfection is just, simply, exactly how I feel about the shit that's gone down. I think that's the really majestic quality of music, as it applies to me: the ability to take someone's words about a situation that is utterly detached from one's own, something that could be completely out of context, and to be able to fit it to one's own life with immaculate perfection. I think that says alot about the human experience, and gives a little hope that we're all a little closer than it tends to seem sometimes. That's a rather optimistic statement from a pissed off atheist who hasn't felt a real connection, not to mention much of anything, in quite a few months.