Tuesday, March 15, 2005

I love walking around with my iPod on shuffle and having a string of songs come up that give me the feeling that what I'm hearing is the soundtrack to my walking, my observation, my experience walking. It's only disturbing when the string of songs make me feel like I'm walking around in a karaoke video, and I imagine myself in a bikini with long hair flowing in the breeze on some tropical beach, and . . . this is so wrong.