Student of Rhythm
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Listening to Einsturzende Neubauten just didn't seem right
today, after all, the name means "collapsing new
buildings", so I listened to Ghost Dance instead - an album
by Michael Giles, Jamie Muir and David Cunningham. I also
listened to Jan Garbarek and the Hilliard Ensemble . . . I
listen to music at work and that makes the tedious
screenscrolling and cut and paste and all that bearable.
But I keep taking these breaks to mess around on the net.
I'm glad this is just a temp job. I wonder if I'll get
that gig with that band. I haven't played in a band for
months. I've almost forgotten what it's like.
So now I've begun this online diary, which I've been sort
of meaning to do for a long time now. How long will it
last? I wonder if anyone will read it.
I don't feel like writing about the terrorist attacks.
I've corresponded with my fellow infp's about it, I've
talked about it, and I don't want to try to write any
more. It's still too big for me to really grasp. All I
feel like saying right now is that I think this sort of
thing really shouldn't surprise us that much, and we
haven't seen the worst of it yet.