Why not paint by number?

Finally getting back on track with work, which is an extraordinary feeling. So, yay.

Finding a perfect pop song is a lot like seeing the first crocuses of spring--the beauty is exquisite, but always already dying. Against the simile: pop songs aren't short-lived in their own right, only in the experience of each listener ("new to you!"). A quick-tolerance drug, perhaps? Regardless, at the rate I've been listening to The Pipettes' "Pull Shapes", I'm sure I'll be sick of it within a week, which is a bit tragic.