One of the nice things about having my own office is that I can close the door and listen to music while I work. One of the downsides of listening to music while I work is that today I felt like a few rounds with the soundtrack to Betty Blue. As cool and gallic as this music is, it makes me want to go immediately to sleep.
The Betty Blue soundtrack brings up memories of summer, being 17, and hanging out with Mondale in place of working. I can smell freshly harvested fields, Ted the goat, Marlboros, and the reedy air of the broads. I can feel the warmth of a Norfolk summer, the pleasant body buzz of one too many beers, and the special shoulder ache brought on by sleeping on boats, bridle paths, and Mondale's parent's couch. I'm wrapped up in memories of carefree late adolecence; a time when I could sleep for either 4 or 12 hours and wake up refreshed and ready to go, when summer mornings were happily wasted sitting in the sunshine just hanging out with friends, and when we would happily watch Betty Blue over and over again just to look at Beatrice Dalle. Ahh, the power of music.
And I don't think the afternoon sun streaming through my office window or the central heating are helping me recapture my young executive's drive either. Maybe I should switch CDs and stick on The Bends instead.
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For me "working from home" is a touch misleading. If I could call it "sitting around in my underpants playing computer cricket from home" I'd feel a lot more honest. Its whay I drag myself the mile to my office every day; at least I have to get dressed to bunk off work here.
I don't know you.
Be glad you don't know me now rather than not knowing me when I was 17 otherwise you probably wouldn't want to marry me.
INCOMING 'IN JOKE'
I now have the image of Nathan Fletcher climbing a flagpole and then arguing with the cop about how climbing a flagpole was a completeley legit thing to do.
i'm not sure i would have liked you guys as 17 year olds. or maybe just not guys who climb up flagpoles.
We were lovely seventeen year olds, I promise.
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