The soundtrack of my life...

So it's yet another long weekend. Chris has gone off white water rafting, the prick. I was invited for the bargain price of $250 -- which I don't have, so home it is.

While I was in NS, he bought a new computer, and set up his old one (with flat-panel monitor - hooray!) on my desk in the attic.

Buried in this monster is an entire hard drive (possibly two, I'm not sure) dedicated to music we've downloaded over the past few years. Not everything is there, but enough so that I was able to pair up the music I was listening to with the moment in time it was most relevent.

You see, my memory is terrible... until I have a trigger. Sometimes it's a smell, or a texture, and other times, it's music.

And sure, everyone does it -- but the beauty of digital music is that I can actually hear my path through the last few years. Certain songs place me at an old job, an old house, or even remind me of walks I would take. I can even remember the sounds, the smells, the time of day... even what I was feeling and what things I was thinking about.

At the same time, I can also look over all the music Chris listens to... and shudder.

Some of it is truly so heinous that to even mention it brings me pain.



It's a gorgeous effing day outside. I should go enjoy some it, I suspect.