I have a nice, steady rain as a backdrop as I’m typing this. Rain is wholly soothing and textured. When I listen carefully I can make out the differences in terrain and objects being hit, and that comforts.
I’m drinking chilled lemon ginseng green tea, and I find it far more pleasant than I expected. I’ve never been able acquire a taste for tea, but lately I’ve decided to give it another chance. I still greatly prefer coffee, but tea is a nice alternative for evenings when I might like to have some sleep.
I’ve continued my alphabetic listening again today, reaching Joel Plaskett Emergency. I did take some breaks in order to listen to a CD of Arabic remixes, Shalabi Effect, Auf Der Maur, Katie Melua and A Silver Mt. Zion outside of the planned order. I’m very thankful for the library of music I have, for it never disappoints me.
I’ve noticed a rather odd tendency among record store workers to dislike album packaging that does not fall into the plastic jewelcase category (and to grumble about it when I choose to purchase such recordings). I suppose it may make their jobs slightly less convenient and uniform, but I can’t find anything about unique packaging which makes them unappealing. The texture and smell of paper will always be more rewarding to me than plastics, and the cover and liner art of most albums packaged in paper seems to be of better quality (not to mention that labels such as Arts & Crafts, Constellation and Alien8 which use non-plastic packaging often happen to be releasing the most consistantly wonderful albums).
I moved my room around this evening. For years I’ve been compelled to alter the layout of my living spaces quite often. I enjoy change. This time my desk has ened up in the closet, and boxes, my dresser and book case have formed an asymetric continent of wood and plastic in a corner.
I’m drinking chilled lemon ginseng green tea, and I find it far more pleasant than I expected. I’ve never been able acquire a taste for tea, but lately I’ve decided to give it another chance. I still greatly prefer coffee, but tea is a nice alternative for evenings when I might like to have some sleep.
I’ve continued my alphabetic listening again today, reaching Joel Plaskett Emergency. I did take some breaks in order to listen to a CD of Arabic remixes, Shalabi Effect, Auf Der Maur, Katie Melua and A Silver Mt. Zion outside of the planned order. I’m very thankful for the library of music I have, for it never disappoints me.
I’ve noticed a rather odd tendency among record store workers to dislike album packaging that does not fall into the plastic jewelcase category (and to grumble about it when I choose to purchase such recordings). I suppose it may make their jobs slightly less convenient and uniform, but I can’t find anything about unique packaging which makes them unappealing. The texture and smell of paper will always be more rewarding to me than plastics, and the cover and liner art of most albums packaged in paper seems to be of better quality (not to mention that labels such as Arts & Crafts, Constellation and Alien8 which use non-plastic packaging often happen to be releasing the most consistantly wonderful albums).
I moved my room around this evening. For years I’ve been compelled to alter the layout of my living spaces quite often. I enjoy change. This time my desk has ened up in the closet, and boxes, my dresser and book case have formed an asymetric continent of wood and plastic in a corner.