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Using jake's computer, I am finally working on a project that I have wanted to do for a while, namely making mixed playlists of the music I really enjoy massaging to. Favorite song to massage to ever: La Femme D'Argent by Air from the album Moon Safari. If only it was about 55 minutes long it would be perfect in every way. So I'm trying to come up with more things that will go with it. Going through Jake's collection on his laptop, it looks like there are about three CDs I can make, but I need to do a lot of sorting. I'm very picky about music to work to; probably more so than most of my clients. I've had experiences listening to music while getting massages that mde me feel upset or exposed or broken, and I felt silly speaking up for changing it, because I couldn't always explain what was wrong or why Tracy Chapman was making me cry, and I felt like I needed a better reason to cry than a song. But I think that I've been overly picky about music that I play for clients so that it doesn't have any CONTENT, and that maybe if I played stuff that *I* like to get massaged to then other people would like it too. We'll see. I have this optimistic little theory that if I start being more myself at work it won't be terrible, and will even be good and make me, and thus everyone else more comfortable and happy and stuff and my life will be filled with fulfillingness. I seem to be mixing an Air/Morcheeba/Moby CD for myself with a little bit of Tracy Chapman thrown in. The theme is that it is all songs that make me unwind in a very particular way.
Had a lot of fun at Dana's house tonight. I'm proud of my kickin' cake. It was cool getting to hang out with people I barely know, and also with Dana, who I sometimes feel like I barely know anymore. I forget how much I like her sometimes, which is pretty stupid.
I'm still making my way through the books that Estheruth lent me, and realizing that I need to spend more time in her presence (I've been realizing this for years at this point) because she has the best taste in books of anyone I know and is more in the habit of owning books than me. If she is reading this, props on the Wendell Berry book, which I am enjoying mightily at the moment. If I was ever going to lend out Hothead to anyone, it would be her. But Hothead doesn't get lent out, because I never know when I will need her, like the other night.
Driving home tonight, the power was out on Medford Street and my section of Broadway, including a fairly complex intersection. When I got home, I was confused that the wireless internet wasn't working. Admittedly, I was tired, but I don't think of the internet as something that uses electricity, which I think is an interesting perception gap. Internet is like air or light pollution in some part of my brain. It's like how I didn't perceive sales tax in France because I wasn't aware of the price without it. But not very much like that.

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I've seen a bunch of different people with this meme and I've been having a hard time answering for others, because I'm uh, not sure how honest to be. But I think it's fun anyway.

"If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?"

And now I'll go to bed, thinking about waking up next to y'all.