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Music for mannequins and dictators
Feb. 4th, 2010 12:07 pmThe volume is so much lower on life once I've had 7.5 hours of sleep. I have to remind myself of this so often.
You know that scene in Fight Club when our nameless hero (Ed Norton) goes to work after starting the club and everything is calm like a pool, how he can't even hear his boss? Yeah, like that. Here's a ticket, here's your update, la la la.
I'm so relaxed that I'm enjoying the album "Give Up" by the Postal Service. I should feel wicked guilty about this because one of the guys from Death Cab For Cutie is half of the band. If I recall correctly, the USPS mandates anyone caught listening to this band turn in their testicles. Nevertheless, they make dying on the street from instant carcinomutation sound so perky and romantic.
I could almost forget that I have to drive to Utica tomorrow night.
Maybe the new mood lighting at the office is helping. They shuffled the lanes of annoying fluorescent lights Tuesday and I got the ones behind me turned off. Then the one directly above my head died. It felt a little too dark and morbid. I climbed onto my desk and turned on just one of the three bulbs behind me. It feels like a cloister now. I like it.
-back to phone calls, Dante
You know that scene in Fight Club when our nameless hero (Ed Norton) goes to work after starting the club and everything is calm like a pool, how he can't even hear his boss? Yeah, like that. Here's a ticket, here's your update, la la la.
I'm so relaxed that I'm enjoying the album "Give Up" by the Postal Service. I should feel wicked guilty about this because one of the guys from Death Cab For Cutie is half of the band. If I recall correctly, the USPS mandates anyone caught listening to this band turn in their testicles. Nevertheless, they make dying on the street from instant carcinomutation sound so perky and romantic.
I could almost forget that I have to drive to Utica tomorrow night.
Maybe the new mood lighting at the office is helping. They shuffled the lanes of annoying fluorescent lights Tuesday and I got the ones behind me turned off. Then the one directly above my head died. It felt a little too dark and morbid. I climbed onto my desk and turned on just one of the three bulbs behind me. It feels like a cloister now. I like it.
-back to phone calls, Dante
