Friday night

I've recently become slightly infactuated with the band Mumford and Sons.  If you haven't heard them, you need to find them and love them.

This record in particular has caught my attention.

As a NOVICE banjo player, and an admitted banjo obsession, this band has everything I'm looking for in new music goodness.  In particular, the combo of some amazing banjo playing and a stand up bass makes everything a-ok. 

I have also been informed that I am the only person on the planet still buying CDs.  I am uncool in so many ways. 

I may have found a temporary solution to my need for inspiration.  And it is in the form of this website.

I want to redecorate my apartment so badly.  I've been feeling pretty restless here lately, always reorganizing and cleaning, but never particularly satisfied with how it turns out.

Hopefully I'll find something to point me in the right direction!  Until then, I'll just spend the hours dreaming of design and art I find on the world wide web. 

i miss good books.

I haven't found a book that inspires me lately, and its getting me down.

I just spent 3 hours in Chapters looking for something interesting to read, something captivating, something that is impossible to put down.  I came home with a Jamie Oliver cookbook.  While I appreciate the lovely photos and the potentially delicious food that I could soon be enjoying, it is not quite the literary work of genius I have been looking for.

Where are the Henry Millers of our generation?  Where are the great masters who leave you hanging on their every word, wanting to re-read every page, every sentence, to make sure you take in all that they have to offer and more. 

I need more of this in my life:

"Everyday we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shootes which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all apart of creation, all kings, all poets, all muscians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there." Henry Miller "Sexus"