I'm pretty much alone in the office, I have deadline in about 22 hours on a Tax bill and I'm inventing new ways how to avoid working on it. The last attempt is by listening to a favorite band of mine. The first time I heard about it was in a cheap hotel room in Manado, Sulawesi, Indonesia. I had travelled for a few days with some Europeans, and we were drinking some beer when he played this album, and I was really surprised. The sound was so different. Now, it's dark outside, I'm all alone in this could miserable country in the north but just as I hear this very unique sound I'm moved back to this night when nothing but "now" existed. Maybe, just maybe the concept of tomorrow could be discussed if I really troubled myself.
Anyway, this is the soundtrack. [It's number 25 if it doesn't work.]
Oh, btw. Thanx to PJ I discovered this article written by the former conservative leader Ian Duncan Smith. The topic is the American TV show "West Wing", where "The interns are as pretty as in Bill Clinton's dreams. Every speech is like the Gettysburg address".
Since I work in a political place I somehow wish for just some of the exciting atmosphere that's all over in West Wing. I guess I have to settle for writing bills I know will be turned down in parliament. It sure is a stimulating job. It sure is.