ADD

ADD isn't so bad. Being mentally rampant has left me optimistically imaginative. However, I just started looking for figures on Japanese balance of payments in Firefox and ended up tooling around in Safari with Azam Ali on Pandora and Natalie Portman's wiki page in the second tab. And now I'm invariably on blogger rocking my housemate out of his capris with Banco de Gaia's remix of Endless Reverie. I really wouldn't want it any other way.

I pressed hard and was able to get out of work just an hour late tonight. I got home and traded the Asian open. The yen did its job and let me get out to the barn to hang like a primate shortly thereafter. Now that summer's over, the markets should move just a little farther just a little faster.

I tried playing guitar but was again relegated to a horribly pitiful state. Like trying to play a drum set with hot dogs, fingers without nails do not make classical strings sing. It makes them stare at you ridiculously. It makes them question your masculinity and insult your personal character. They are unwavering in their pursuit to destroy any creative confidence that might have manifested itself throughout the day. Inspiration seems to have taken a back seat to physics today.

>>"Scratch" on Collide by Beats Antique

I've been on an ambient dub kick for the last two years and I don't know if I'm ever going to get out of it. I need to get back into Rachmaninoff and blast my hands every night again. That's when the colors come out. This EU-UK-NY underground stuff is crystal clear, but... I've gotta get back to some raw roots. Overproduction killed the cat. I need to dig up some old flac recordings of the Louisiana blues men. It's situations exactly like this that make me wonder if ADD is a disease at all. The mind is a muscle.