Pecking away at the keyboard, sounds of water running in the back ground, piano in the foreground. Micro fiber cloth clashes with the cold Arctic white tile. Cherry wood and rippled glass. Rainforest marble. More precious metals in this room than anybody would know, rumors of gold. The piano plays the end ‘Dead or Alive’ and starts ‘Hotel California’. Blue light floods out from a microphone without a speaker. Click clack, water, piano is all that is heard. Imaginary ball room dancers in era costumes. Looks are ghostly white, as no one is playing the piano but this object. Small white. Sounds of beautiful music but no player. This is what I think about.
Make a black and white observation of the room you are in. You may be surprised on the how far your imagination goes when there is nothing to imagine.
The iPod Nano (6th) is a amazing little device. I bought mine a couple of weeks ago to place my music and audiobooks on because around eight hours of playing a day my iPhone battery was taking a beating. Not to mention holding it to pause and play thousands of times a day was increasing the amount of dropping and bumping it on stuff. The Nano is incredible for what I do everyday, I listen to about two books a week and hour upon hour of music between the books. The battery is not a issue as I am charging it a few times throughout the week when the new books are added. I also bought a watch attachment for it, other than me almost shitting my pants every time I try to snap the Nano into the silicone enclosure it works great. So far the iPod has one battle scratch, I plan to beat the shit out of this thing though so better now than later. My music and now audiobook addiction has cost me three iPhones in the past so the cost to replace the iPod is way worth it. Also I get to blog book reviews now, not that anybody gives a fuck about what I have to say about my nonfiction addiction scores; But hey, new content is new content and there is a blog niche for the nonfiction book sluts like myself. I also bought some reggae colored puma earbuds. The only reason I got the colored ones is it was the only left on the shelf that wasn’t rubber (more like a shoestring) and up to my audio standards. The downside to the headphones is my father thinks I’m a stoner, but hell it’s not the worst thing he has accused me of. So maybe I will start to blog book reviews when I feel like it. All I can tell you now is Kitchen Confidential is the shit and got me hooked on reading listening to books again.
