sopa del dia

I considered if my supervisor ever thought about doing drugs, just out of curiousity. Or just wandering off somewhere. Or traveling with the band. Or hanging out with people who aren't exactly like he is. I wonder what the last bit of pop culture was that he really grasped on to and got excited about. If he owns any books or music or movies that would surprise me.

The cruelest part about mentorship may be realizing you probably don't aspire to what you're being trained to be. All these stone roses are plaster of paris. Which is quite a novel crafting item from my childhood.

I may take a hiatus. A 48-hour break. From this/everything.

Recently, so many problems locating new music. Nothing resonates, it's the unscratchable itch. I'm not in the place for the avant garde but everything less than abrades my eardrums and enters my head like tap-tapping. Distractions I can't connect. I check to see what itunes thinks I like almost daily. There's been a trend towards Gay Pride: Girls selections, because according to Apple if I listen to ani difranco I MUST be a lesbian. And those Alanis tracks. Hoo boy.

In extensive searching, I found some low tempo EP Royksopp and this.