iTunes has added a feature that's just great, at least for tonight. It's called "Genius" and I like it. It matches songs you have to other songs you have -- but more important, it matches songs you're listening to at that moment to songs on the iTunes Store -- which is frankly like crack.
I've spent the most money I've ever spent in one day on iTunes because of Genius.
I'm loving the music variety and the music extension ... it's great.
Ok ... back to 9/11 -- thanks Osama, you're still a sad little man who doesn't know God at all.
Well, that's done.
Now, back to my rambling ... I have to ramble tonight -- I'm tired but not enough to fall asleep yet -- I'm gelling on this music, thinking about writing and just stretching my thoughts and getting limber here again.
I wrote a little during the day today -- that was good ... got a few facts down, raw stuff that I'll have to edit the heck out of later -- but good stuff all the same.
Ok -- random phrases:
Blue skies at dawn don't exist
A cut doesn't have to be bad
Snowflakes just want to be the same
Birds don't ever know the taste of candy
Bugs have no concerns about the disappearing rainforest -- the world is still a jungle for them
Dogs love people, who do we love like that?
Candy is an interesting topic -- who created it anyway? Was it made as a luxury or as a way to placate children? Are all luxuries just ways to placate the children inside of us? If not, why do luxuries exist?
I think the Mountain Goats are a great band.
If you look into your own eyes on a day that's happy, you never stop to watch your own expression ... you're too busy being happy. But on the days when you're dark, you see so far into the emptiness that you wonder why you even need a mirror anyway.
Today, I'm ignoring my mirrors.
If a lover gives you a chalice, don't hesitate -- it bruises the grape.
There is more hay on the planet than people, there are more insects than hay, there are more molecules of air than insects, and if you took all that and expanded each one to the size of the solar system -- you'd still be nowhere near the size of God's mind -- or the universe for that matter.
Love isn't about flowers -- it's about the muscle, bone, and sinew that keep two people living together at the side of a river with nothing but a cloth to cover them and a bucket to carry water. Love isn't about doves, it's about pain, consumed gratefully so others won't. Love isn't about chocolates, it's about tearing down this wall forever ... the one that divides everybody from everybody.
Ok -- I'm done rambling into my open mike ... 'night all... God loves you -- don't believe me? Well, whatever is out there caring about you is God ... and if you don't think He's there -- help me tear down this wall.
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