I find something incredibly satisfying about putting my itunes on shuffle and deleting large sections of it, due to overwhelming bad. Especially when its things you swear you used to want to like, or had at some point.

Though I really hate that itunes lets you rate songs on a static five star scale. A lot of songs I like are pretty good, but three stars seems underwhelming, and four stars seems like almost favorites. I wish there was a way you could write a tiny review that quantified your rating beside every song.

Sometimes listening to brit pop makes me nostalgic, but I've heard that when you're hurt emotionally, you relive almost as much of the rawness every time you think about it - you just get better at pushing your thoughts past or feeling it throb.

On a totally different note: it would be kind of awesome for a group of people to each write a biography of  some point in time they shared. Like everyone in a band writing out each day of their recording diary - seeing how different it would be, wondering if it really did happen in five different ways at the same point in time. If possibility can be applied to individual human experience, maybe different moments can exist in the same time and space: you know when you read something like, the beatles each accounting a specific moment in recording the white album - how their stories are all different? Someone always ends up wondering which is the objective truth. Perhaps they all are. It would be interesting if who you effects the arc of quantum probabilies to make reality as you know it, a little more suited to you. Moments shared would be the same, what actually happened in that moment - whether it was Ringo say Fuck in the background or John, will both be true, depending on who was watching.

I guess what I'm saying is that a space of time that's passed will always be bent to will of a cat sleeping peacefully in a poison cloud in a box somewhere in a dream of cliches like being a bowling ball dreaming its a plate of sashimi.

(that was a chrono trigger reference at the very end. I am a nerd... who incidentally might hate frank black.)