06 January, 2005 radio is a sound salvation
nothing like skipping a day, working one, and leaving early the next. of course, coughing chartreuse has been an inspiration to avoid the gulag. that, and the imposed no-smoking rules... which means nowhere, including your own car in the parking lot. not that it has much fascination when you can't smell or taste. being treated like a child, or a convict... that stays with you. officially-sanctioned resolutions. sure hastens an exit, it does. one bright spot in all this , the satellite radio i bought for myself. all of a sudden, music feels real again. unscripted. uncommercialised. unpredictable. spontaneous. melodies, unknown. hmmmm... spontenaiety. i could use lots more of that.
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