Went for a little 'constitutional' this morning.  There was dew all over
 the ground, making the grass look greenish gray.  The fog was so heavy,
 everything just faded away.  I walked past two bunnies.  I passed a 
cute young woman in sweats delivering papers.  From her open car door, 
Tool (aenima) blared.  Rock on, Tool-girl!
Well, my sister's gone back home and the place is nice quiet and I can 
talk to myself and sing off key freely again.  I have to take my car in 
to be fixed up later this morning.  The electric windows are sticking, 
one of the side view mirrors fell out, and the left headlight's plastic 
cover has gone missing.  You'd think I'd notice a headlight cover flying
 off while I was driving, but I didn't.  Who knows where it is now.  
Poor car.
I'm still copying tapes to mp3.  Got a couple dozen out
 of the way now... little less than halfway done.  Back in the early 
90's I used to enjoy new age music- well, I still do, but just not that 
often, and I haven't bought any in forever.  The problem with a lot of 
these new age tapes is one song tends to blend into the other without 
many clear demarcations.  And since they're mostly instrumental, the 
titles given to them make little to no sense.  I mean, for instance, a 
song with nothing but taiko drums is pretty easy to pick out on a 
hypothetical new age tape as the one titled 'Bamboo Forest'.  It sounds 
bamboo-ey.  But when you have 20 minutes of what is supposed to be 7 
tracks and it all sounds very similar, it's quite a challenge to pick 
out where 'Silver Dancing Ladies' ends and 'Moonlit Streams' begins.  
How am I supposed to know?  What the heck does a silver dancing lady 
sound like, anyway?  Well, apparently it sounds absolutely nothing like 
you'd expect.  Very confusing. Did these artists actually have these 
titles in mind while composing, or was it just a thrown together 
afterthought made up like those sentance fragment fridge magnets?
The
 last resort is to just tape the whole side nonstop and title it as side
 A.  But I just hate doing that. Part of the convenience of mp3's is 
being able to pick out one song and listen to it and not have to scan 
through 30 minutes of music to find it.  Furthermore, I'm hardly 
anal-retentive but I do take a certain mental satisfaction in 
compartmentalizing things.  My DVD's are arranged by genre, my books by 
author, and my porn into it's own little fetishes and niches.  Heck, my 
Bondage folder alone has 13 directories, with 28 subcategories.  It's 
just sort of a necessity when there's 1000's and 1000's of pictures.  
I'd never have a hope of find a specific sort of thing that I was 
looking for if I didn't have some basic sorting system.  So anyway, this
 tendancy makes me want to be able to seperate and title these darn new 
age songs, but they're thwarting me at every turn.  Midnight Candle 
Dance, indeed.  Could've sworn it was Sand Dune Aria II.
 
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