Mentone, AL

Just before the world changed

I bought the album Toxicity by System Of A Down the day it came out. I forgot how close to 9/11 it was; released exactly 1 week before the terrorist attack on the USA. 

I am not a huge metal fan. I do find some heavier music to be enjoyable. I loved System Of A Down’s previous self-titled release. The music spoke to me because it had humor and some catchy hooks, something most metal and other hard music lacks.

I was reunited with their music today while watching, of all things, a youtube review of the Microsoft Surface Studio 2. She played Prison Song in the video, but then I remembered songs like Chop Suey, Bounce, and Toxicity. Their breakout from that album, Aerials, stands out. It toned down their metal foundations and discovered a new sound. Harmony, something closer to pop rock, but still something edgier. 


No Connection

I spent the last 4 days without ANY connection to the Internet. I can’t remember the last time I had that much time away. It is kinda strange because I remember when having an Internet connection was a big deal, and a hard thing to come about; now it is nearly ubiquitous. 

No twitter or Instagram.

No blogs or podcasts.

No news or notifications.

The world I have lived in the last few days has actually been quit enice.

Aggressive driving

There was an old man driving in a white pickup truck behind me for the largest part of my drive down I-65 south today. He continued to ride my tail and get upset with me. Eventually, when I would need to pass somebody, and change into the left lane, (the lane he occupied constantly) he would turn his high beams on and speed up until he was only a few feet away from my bumper. He would then back away, then turn on his hazard lights. After a few more seconds he sped up again, and was riding my bumper.

As soon as I was able to get back into the right lane, he got next to me and just looked.

I don’t know why this has had such an affect on me, but I am still bothered by it. I would love to go and visit him to ask him why. I just want to know what was going through his mind.

HWB 11-16

This evening by the fire

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