Nothing but Flowers
Monday, September 22, 2003
 
Mozart for the soul
I've been grouchy since around 6, when I left work. I'm not sure why I wasn't grumpy at work since I'm mostly grumpy about work, but hey.
Because I don't want to spread this to others, I've ignored several phone calls, failed to make some return phone calls (oops), and generally been funk-tastic.
So I decided it was time for some really loud, really dramatic, really brilliant, really depressing music.
I refer, of course, to Mozart's "Requiem in D minor", recently purchased from the Apple ITunes Music Store (which incidently is the cure to illegal file sharing).

Yeah, so when you're feeling down there's nothing like a big ole does of the Dies Ire. If you aren't familiar and don't want to buy the album(though you should!), then at least watch Amadeus for an amazing section.

Yes, I'm prostelytizing. But do I do that all that often? Wait, don't answer that.

But seriously, my funk is seriously reduced. I'm even up to doing some of my homework without whining too much internally about the injustice of having a paper due for the first day of class.

(I thought that was subtle, did you?)

My Amazon recomendations include a mishmash of plays, business tomes, pop fiction, best sellers, and others. For example, the same page that recommends Co-Opetition also includes Dead until Dark and The Full Monty.

I guess Amazon thinks I like strategy, vampires, and strippers?

This does not speak all that highly of my past purchases. hmmmm.... Those were just my book recommendations, I can't imagine what it thinks I listen to or watch or wear or... agh!

My #1 apparel recommendation is "An Anna Kournikova and Amazon.com Apparel Exclusive"...don't ask. and don't expect me to buy it.

I should be writing the paper for class, or at least reading the case, so I'll stop blabbering now.

but seriously: Mozart for the soul. Especially the Requiem. It's just mind blowingly out of this world.

I could depressed by thinking about hold I am now and how old he was when he wrote this, but I won't.
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