tales from an ordinary world
2000-04-13
I've seen some of the faces before, subtly different each time I see them - the headphone-induced narcosis that makes them stare dreamily off into space, the animated gestures when they're not alone, and the deer-caught-in-headlights look when the tram lurches or there's a loud noise nearby.
Enthusiasm is returning for certain things - I've started taking an interest in a few old projects I used to hang around before work got the better of me a year or two ago and I unsubscribed from most of my mailing lists in some kind of attempt to stem the constant flow of bits toward my head. It was driving me mad, and it had to stop. But now ? I think I can cope for a while.
Music. A friend told me how he was reading 's High Fidelity, and the thing that struck him was the "concept of making mix tapes and music as soundtracks for one's life". Yeah. That appealed to me too, when I read the book. And I suddenly remembered when I was at my high school reunion the other week, and a guy came up to me and said "I remember you 'cause you used to make all those mix tapes for me," and made some comment or other about it helping out at the time, I think in reference to teen angst problems or something like that. The guy's a minister now...
