Disconnected

I'm feeling an amazing disconnect with other people at the moment.

Its quite disconcerting to be frank, and it doesn't sit well with me.

Maybe its just me.

Listen and Read

Bout time of a music/book update;

Music
- The Ting Tings; We Started Nothing
- Triple J; Like A Verson Vol 4
- Tegan & Sara; The Con
- The Very Best Jazz Remixs
- New Pornographers; Twin Cinema
- Damien Rice; O

Books
- Haruki Murakami; After Dark
- Haruki Murakami; The Elephant Vanishes
- Raymond Carver; What We Talk About When We Talk About Love
- Truman Capote; Breakfast at Tiffany's
- Michael Chabon; The Amazing Adventures of Kaviler & Clay
- Jonathan Tropper; Everything Changes
- Jonathan Safran Foer; Everything is Illuminated

Obviously I've gone a little crazy with the reading...

Saturday Office Rambling

Its the totality of things that plague my mind that is most annoying.

Each specific issue on its own is mind-numbingly simple but when jumbled together and without clear identification, it's just a mess.

It's like my work station; a mess of paper and files and pens, pencils, calculators and everything in between.

The congestion is a window to my busy soul.

I should start cleaning.

The Wind

The wind reminds him of the past.

Not the present, naturally, it is hard to be reminded of what is happening that very instance. And by that token, it doesn't remind him of the future.

So its the past, the past where all things land.

touche.

from here.

Fingernails.

The fingernail on my left index finger is longer than all my other ones.

This would be a fascinating subject if not for the fact that it makes it very annoying to type on a keyboard. And if you know me, you know that I live to type on keyboard.

So I've cut it. But in an exercise that is clearly discriminatory to my left index finger, I've decided not to cut any of my other ones.

Lets see what happens.