"I don't care if you force me to stand in rings of gasoline fire to try and make me prove my consciousness to you, I'm the moon damn it. The moon don't got to prove shit to nobody. Niel Armstrong walked here."
I noticed that there was a genre category for "Chillout" in my iTunes library. I have no idea where half my music comes from so i was delighted to find this Massive Attack cover by Jose Gonzales. Very chilloutable.
As I sit looking out a large window towards the Hudson River I am overcome with a sense of an old life dying and a new one beginning. Happy upcoming New Year's everyone. May this next decade bring us all the answers to the questions of the last.
So I figured out the true purpose of life: Convection. Seriously. Elements with different charges pushing on each other trying to get to some point of stasis. At the museum of natural history they have a little box full of elements slowly spinning, pushed away from each other when their magnetic fields interact. It's all in there.