Writer, Reader, Stalker, Spy
One of the greatest Joys of Things in my life is the well-crafted pop song. Most people have it backwards when they consider it pandering or "cheap" to go for a catchy pop-hook. I'm more interested in the fact that a small bit of music can 'hook' so many of us at once, at all!
The pop song on my mind right now is 100 Years by Five for Fighting. It's genius. I'm a little afraid to even look into why I feel that way, to dissect the magic. Let's face it, sometimes the truth suffers with too much analysis. I like what I like and often that's good enough.
I hold dear all those things that can make me a bit misty-eyed...even the bad stuff. Sometimes especially the bad stuff. The world is too jam-packed full of idiocy to give you any break from thinking, unless you're dim or dull. We need more things to make us remember to feel; I need more little things to remind me to turn away from intellectualism that borders on piety. Life can be survived by thinking, but only lived by experiencing and feeling.
I told you there'd be bumper-stickers!