Here in my car

There's just something about driving that just gets to me. I mean, every time I sit behind the wheel of a car and start the engine, I get a rush of adrenaline. It's like I know I get go fast. Move so fast. I like to pretend I'm racing the guy next to me. Beat him at his own game. Get to where he's going before him. Play follow the leader between the lanes. I like when the white dashed lines turn into a blurry solid one. I like it when the Seattle skyline gets bigger and bigger until you are at the foot of it. I like accelerating out of a stop like my foot's made of lead. What is it about driving? It's just so good. So exhilarating.

Zen of Jazz

I've been listening to a lot of jazz lately. Bebop mostly. I had forgotten how much I loved that stuff. I was listening to "Bye Bye Birdie" by Miles Davis and this blazing sax started to solo. As the music was playing, I found myself totally enchanted, my head solely focused on those sounds. I could so vividly picture his fingers moving like flashes of lightning, striking with such precision it would make the head of a nail look like a pin head to any hammer blow. It's like total zen for me. My thoughts are nowhere except inside the sound. The noise of the world is silent and all I hear is the sound of now.