… she reminds me of Sarah McLachlan.

…after all that has been said and done. I won't ask you where you're going. Don't keep in touch.  I don't miss you much, except sometimes early in the morning.

Now, use your silver tongue once more, there's one thing that I'd like to know. Did you ever believe the lies that you told? Did you own the fool's gold that you gave me? — Lhasa de Sela (Fool's Gold).

1ove, melancholy.

Hello,

We are home.  I am sitting on a bed, a bed, yes, a bed.  The futon is on my left with a gang load of things on top it.  I am no longer feeling the futon vibe, it worked when I was in my early twenties.

The things on top of it, are things that my mother 'stored' in my room/penthouse.  I don't know what they are, but I don't quite care.

I am motivated to work, but I don't have my desk setup, the roof leaks, so I can't risk putting 50 grand worth of equipment in the line of sight of rain drops, especially in Summer.

I am however listening to Regina Spektor's "Laughing With", I love this song:

and I quote:

No one's laughing at God when they see the one they love hand in hand with someone else and they hope that they're mistaken.

…

We're all laughing with God

It is a beautiful song.

You know, for as long as I can remember, being, a person, ke le motho --- I have found music, rather, uhm, a strange phenomena.

I mean, how does music actually work?  There is a few sequence of vibrations, that generate sounds with varying frequences and amplitutes, right? Simple, mechanical process, right?

But,

How does it evoke, that illusive thing, that is inherently there, intrinsic(ly) valued, that we define as a 'person'?

How does it do it? How do those silly vibrations, frequencies and varying amplitudes do that to a vary organic matter, as a human?

I mean, there is nothing to being human, but a collection of molecules and stuff (read: too lazy to get into the chemical make up of human tissue).

How does music do it, how does it evoke, the soul (regardless if you believe in divine ideas or not), the being, the thing, the emotions?

You know, I think I have written somewhere in this 'book' about music, being a fantastic trigger of memory, but why? How?

I am disturbed, by it --- in a pleasant, yet, not so mind numbing, but thought provoking way.

I am amused, I suppose.

oh mother of --- its mother --- hot.  I can't work smoothly, mouse all sticky (and no! I'm not going through porn).  I can't sleep, can't open the windows --- them thugs jacked my ish whilst a window was open and I was sleeping. Not cool.

I am re-designing GUSTO --- I like what it looks like now, but it's only form and not functional.   So, I'm working on a newer interface --- trust me, it will make sense then.

I know I write mostly of the work I do, but hey, what can I say, it's my soon to be bread and butter.  I am also thinking of re-doing this journal/book --- this look is tired.

I'm listening to some CD somebody told me it's dope, dam it, this shit is wack --- I don't like house music with 'piano' strings on it, couple with a lot of melodic-singing --- not inspiring.  I find myself getting frustrated for no reason when the music playing is kak.

Alas, switching to my 'dope' playlist.

Dam, I hope I finish GUSTO by end of the week, I don't think I'll have the time to do it after that.  Mr S83 approved the design for his magazine, it should launch on Monday/Tuesday, it will, it should, it might.

After them (S83 + GUSTO) I dive into 75, on the 19th of April it will be turning 1 year old --- and dam, I got news for ya on 75 --- alas, we wait till it's re-designed (I've finished the re-development though).

Till tomorrow, assuming I sleep.