One of the nice things of working where i work is getting free music. I managed to get my hands n Badly Drawn Boy's "Hour of the Bewilderbeast" and a Simon & Garfunkel live concert from 1967. Good stuff. Also, David Gray has come out with a new CD, so I'm eager to have a listen to that.

I've had this memory in my head for the last few days: standing on a bridge in the mountains, looking down at the stream below. The bridge overlooks Lake Geneva in Switzerland, with the lights of Lausanne far off in the distance and France on the other side of the lake. I don't know why this image has popped into my head two years after the fact, but i believe it somehow relates to people i had worked with here in New Jersey at that time and how they relate to my life now. I'm not really sure how ... People just move in and out of your life so quickly; odd that the things and friendships you find important at one point aren't that important down the road. I guess it's pretty much like everything else; some things stick with you, or to you, and others fall by the wayside. Such is life.

Who knows. I may just be remembering a nice walk.

I should stop now, cuz i feel myself slipping into pretentiousness.