the leonids of last night had nothing on the veritable storm of glittering, transient, dust daggers that was last year’s show. still, i was glad to give up a few hours of sleep and drive up to skyline in order to lie on a blanket on the top of a hill, watching the periodic larger-than-normal piece-of-space-crap become transcendentally something more for the blink of an eye.
i’m sure someone, somewhere, has made an analogy between the human life and the brief glory of ultrafast burning dust, so i won’t bother. also, i’m not sure i would agree with it.
in other news, it’s been confirmed by all reliable sources that i am in fact addicted to procrastination. useless procrastination, at that: i’m growing fat in addition to lazy. well, i’d better get back to my addiction.
virtual disc on spin: greatest hits | bjork
