Wednesday, October 22, 2003

There's a hoot owl, near the grove, in Tower Grove Park that sounds so real I'd swear she's fake. I came home tonight to two sleepy boys, one still listening to the endless loop of the DVD music for Crouching Tiger, one asleep on the futon, TV still on. I threw a blanket over John and crept in to turn Alex's movie off - sounds okay the first time, but kinda like a fancy Flash Web site, grates on your nerves real quick once you've gone through it two or three. This is a sweet little dorm suite we have here, and for some reason, maybe because the constant noise is at such an amplitude that it cancels everything else out, I'm actually able to concentrate in this environment. I wonder if the phenomenon of these guys listening to music or tv or watching movies has to do with the surrogacy of media for latchkey kids. My bedtime comfort was always scotch and sumi-e. Later. In life. Growing up was reading, still is. It's a warm bath for the brain. I don't really know what TV is. I think I have the business concept that will transform the small to medium size organization's IT model. It's going to need lots and lots of money, is the only thing. 1:55:25 AM