{Like Spinning Leaves: "And i...Loved it."

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Thursday, August 31, 2006

"And i...Loved it."

[Wisdom*]/ver10

When I took it out of the box yesterday, I felt like Walter Donovan in Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade when (he thinks) he's holding the Holy Grail. The score, the lighting, the soft focus...everything.


I know buying it was a ridiculous luxury expense but now that I've already enjoyed it on a perfect nighttime bike ride through the abandoned industrial backroads of Bushwick and on what is now a painless subway commute, I'm confident that I did not choose poorly.

*Incredible dork that I am, my ipod, external drive, and computer are named after the three pieces of the Triforce.

Post Script: Ugh. It's sad how this contest is slowly transforming this work blog into a more personal one but what the hell: I walked out my door this morning feeling happy for the first time in a long time. I suffer (in a completely non-clinical way) from reverse Seasonal Affective Disorder. The second the air gets colder/crisper, it's like waking up from the greatest nap of your life. Everything just feels better - I feel sharper and more productive while remaining relaxed and level headed. This is going to be a good Fall, I can tell.

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