I like music a lot. I don't like a lot of different music, but what I like, I like a lot a lot. When it comes to music, most people say they listen to anything which is a load of crap if you ask me. And I know you're asking me or else you wouldn't be visiting my site. I was about to start some ranting on those kind of people, but I need to focus (for once) and tell you about what I use to listen to my narrow, narrow range of music which consists of about 4 cds and a cassette tape.
First I need to admit that I'm no audiophile. I probably lean closer on the scale to having tone deafness than having super-sensitive ears. I mean, my ears are perfectly shaped and everything. There's no doubt about that. But the outer shape has little to do with the inner shape, I guess.
But my whole thing, I think, is less about hearing music than feeling it. I mean literally, although not really in the bass thumping way that's most obvious. I like being immersed and concentrating only on one song at a time. I love feeling the texture and emotion of songs. All this is probably accomplished best through headphones.
Four years ago when I didn't have as many cds as I do now, I found a set of speakers that could make me feel my 12 songs almost as well as headphones. They're the Logitech Z-2300 and they're fantastic. Booming bass, sharp highs and full-body mids, I fell in love with this 2.1 set until their one flaw was exposed two years ago. Unlike most other speakers, these are fully wired. One of the wires crapped out. I tried to splice them with crimpers with the help of my brother, but it didn't work and I put them away and got weirdly sad.
But this ridiculously boring story has a happy ending! This past week, I went crazy and bought a soldering iron and I gave it one more George Michael try. After two splicing and soldering attempts, success! My awesome speakers are back in business. I love these things and I recommend them to anyone who gives a flying flip about how really great music can sound. I realize that lots of people don't give any flip and to them I say, "Good. Your crappy music doesn't deserve to sound better, anyway."
I have a two part story that may be the greatest thing you hear all day or this hour so you don't want to miss this.
Part One: As expected, I had my weekly injury in the kitchen last Wednesday. It's a burn about two inches long on my right forearm. I've been making myself jumpy the past few days because I think there's something alive on my arm (like a bug). This was really good for my heart while working in the creepy attic over the weekend. Let's just say I know how to have a good time.
Part Two: I drove home today in my usual way: singing along with Isabelle, using my turn signals 300 feet before turning and generally being a courteous, exceptionally gifted driver. Normal and all until I noticed a stick bug staring at me from the dashboard! I stopped singing (can't multi-task) and kept an eye on the bug until it started to crawl towards me. Then I screamed, picked up my messenger bag and threw it at the bug. The bug got pushed to the other end of the dashboard and then started to turn slowly towards me again. Seriously, it had it out for me. I was frozen...until it FLEW at my head. I flailed my arms, lowered the passenger window, screamed again and possibly drove the car into other lanes. It's all a blur.
Well, after that I lowered some other windows. Did I mention that it was raining? It was raining. I kept my eyes on the road and didn't even want to know if it actually flew out of the car or if the damn bug landed somewhere on me. I could only see something on my right forearm that was either the bug...or my burn mark.
I drove the last two miles home in an awkward state and as soon as I pulled into the driveway, I jumped out of the car and did a hysterical dance to make sure the bug wasn't on me. I'm almost positive one neighbor was watching, but thankfully the rain kept the others from being too nosey. Then I checked the car and found it under my car seat.
My story temporarily ends with a Raid can in one hand and a little bit of common sense in my brain telling me that spraying poison in my car will just make me sick and maybe not the bug. Well, we'll see...