um_no1728

There's flotsam in my noggin's ether. Small bits of half-listened-to NPR articles from rides in my mom's minivan collide with overheard conversations in the cafe. These things are timeless--poorly sourced bits unmoored to specific memories and, therefore, undefined by time or place.

A piece of that debris: the music you listen to in your early twenties defines your music taste for the rest of your life.

This is not a true fact but it reminds me to be thankful that I'm ... read more