Cleaning my office at work today - there's piles of crap everywhere. Magazines, computer components, wires, cables, dust, fluff, pocket lint; you name it, it's on my floor. Playing in the background is likely my favourite album of all time, Two Wheels Good, by Prefab Sprout. I find it especially enjoyable after I haven't listened to it for some time, though I could hear it daily and never grow tired. 14 years old it is, and still sounds more fresh and vibrant that the vast majority of music produced today. Pity virtually no one in North America knows of the band.

As the floor slowly becomes visible in my office ("So that's what the rug looks like!") I find odds and sods and items that were at one time useable and/or important but now are rendered obsolete by the incessant march of technology. One wonders just how fast our world is accelerating, and whether the general selfish narrowmindedness that pervades it is directly proportional to that speed.

Case in point; last night I stopped by the local LCBO liquor store to pick up a bottle of wine. The parking lot is surprisingly empty, given this is the largest store of it's kind in the province. As I walk in, some crazed driver pulls up in front of the doors, parks illegally in the firelane and goes shopping. There were plenty of empty parking spaces not more than 30 feet away, but no. It's too inconvenient to take those extra few seconds of walking; I must block the firelane with my Beemer instead so that my poor feet don't get sore from treading such a great distance.

The blinders are off the horses of the world and planted firmly on our psyches.

Geez, there's a fine line between optimism and cynicism, isn't there? :-)

I think I'll go back to listening to my cd; brighten my tone some more. It grew perceptively darker as this entry went along.

The North American release of this cd has a couple of bonus tracks on it that the UK release doesn't have, including a beautiful lilting cover of the song "He'll Have To Go." Normally, cover songs never seems to match the original in quality, but in this case I think it exceeds it.

CD over; on to some Bill Evans to unwind to...

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