A Rest in My Life

While I possess that vague sense that things are missing from my life, I don't always possess the desire to delve into that feeling, discover *what* exactly is missing and then try to remedy it. Or sometimes I'll have a flash of what's missing, but then forget it as quickly as not adding spinach to my shopping list. So it must not be too important, right?

But one missing thing keeps popping up regularly (Perhaps I've complained about this before?): Music. I just don't have enough music in my life. When I lived in New York, I had a friend who was my connection to new music. He regularly made tapes for me that managed to engulf my musical taste buds perfectly. Now my exposure to music is haphazard. I found Aimee Mann and Macy Gray (not together) via ushering at Our Local Cultural Institution. I did a little exploration while compiling music for the wedding. But I don't take advantage of the hearty network of iTunes I'm connected to while at work, and we have a pretty eclectic group here. One colleague has named her iTunes folder, "Heather's Questionable Taste in Music."

There's so much out there, and so little time to find it all. I was reminded of this when I came across this site via BoingBoing: Dr. Mysterian. I ready People on line and don't know many of the pop stars they picture. Coldplay is supposedly changing the universe, but I don't think I've ever heard any of their songs. Maybe Heather has some of their music. Maybe I should shut off the talk radio--though I love NPR, I learn so much!--and the Patrick O'Brien novels, and turn on the music stations, even if just for the holidays.

I was idly Googling people from my past recently, and did come across this song from Todd Butler on NPR. I think it's quite good. I met Todd when I was 12 and he a couple of years younger, on a commune near Edmonton, Alberta. He was already playing guitar in local clubs, and it's great that he stuck with it and now seems to make a living at it.

So if you've got any good music resources for me, send 'em my way, would you?

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At this moment, M is in the throes of his last midterm. So far he's one and one--he feels good about one, not so good about the other. In an email to me today, he wrote I feel like I have cotton shoved into my skull. I finished up trying to figure out 15th century estates and future interests in land. F**K THE ENGLISH. I spent about an hour fighting off zombies in my dreams last night. This was not like those dreams last year where I was fighting to the death with people I was vaguely familiar with. This was when the undead have become unrelenting in trying to eat your brains and your brains alone. I made it through though and got some decent sleep for probably about four hours...not so bad. I think I was bitten though. He did not specify if the bite was from bugs, the dog, or zombies.

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My no-longer-so-little niece is starting her first job this Saturday. She's in the schmatta biz, the rag trade, selling trendy duds to fellow teens at a store in her local mall. I'm so excited for her, her first steps on the path to financial independence!