Last post on this... Idle Revolution is playing our final final show tomorrow night at 8 (we're on at 8) at the Dome.  So swing by and check out the final chapter in this musical project.

Chase

So I've been stuck in this feeling lately that much of what I do has little meaning or weight to it.  I've been one of my generation to rely solely on what I can do for myself in order to pull myself up.  Initially I thought myself lucky to have come from the childhood that I have and not have any major repercussions to feel from it, but the more aware of my actions I become, the more I realize that there is a lot that has affected the way I relate to people.  However, I'm hoping these realizations only assist me in moving forward.

But that still hasn't changed how I feel about what I do in life.  I often times feel as if I am the man with a cart full of sea shells.  I wander aimlessly trying to convince people that what I have is beautiful, but the conversations that come my way are simply patronizing, and not of pure personal enjoyment.  I am the familiar face at the register of your favorite restaurant, smiling at you, chatting you up a bit, and then you go home and I remain, only to close down my machine when the appropriate time has passed.

We, as always, shall see.