Sunday, October 19, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Harley-Davidson, mid-October
There are these moments when everything comes together. A fog lifts. Mundane objects you were gazing at become clear and crisp. Your blood seems to be pumping stronger. Every thought that wells up in your mind tastes delicious. You savor every song that comes on the radio.
Weak (Asaf Avidan & the Mojos)
I'm sure everyone will have their own explanation, be it spiritual, psychological, new age mumbo-jumbo, the freaking "Zone". I just know it's all biochemistry but I can never put my finger on it exactly. It probably has something to do with a strong cup of "Bahia tea" (with cocoa and coconut flavors in it) and a higher than usual ratio of dietary fat, but those two factors are not enough. I'm going to keep chasing it until I find out what it is that suddenly makes me feel like a Harley Davidson and when I have the Golden Snitch in my hand I will cure the world.
Weak (Asaf Avidan & the Mojos)
I'm sure everyone will have their own explanation, be it spiritual, psychological, new age mumbo-jumbo, the freaking "Zone". I just know it's all biochemistry but I can never put my finger on it exactly. It probably has something to do with a strong cup of "Bahia tea" (with cocoa and coconut flavors in it) and a higher than usual ratio of dietary fat, but those two factors are not enough. I'm going to keep chasing it until I find out what it is that suddenly makes me feel like a Harley Davidson and when I have the Golden Snitch in my hand I will cure the world.
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