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I've been on this quest lately (especially since my external hard drive died on the plane ride here and I lost ALL of my music) to download all the albums my dad listened to when I was growing up. Today it was Sarah McLachlan's Fumbling Towards Ecstasy. I remember being 10 years old and putting this CD on while my parents weren't home, curling up on the couch, and listening to the entire album straight through. Not a very significant memory, but I can still tell you exactly what I was wearing, how the living room was arranged, what month it was... Whenever that happens I tend to think that our brains somehow know that the memory will be important someday, so we store it and wait patiently for that day.

Maybe those of us that are involved with art have more vivid memories because we take so much away from our experiences to use it for inspiration. I know that I could paint an entire picture from that day. Not using what I saw in particular, but what I felt and other miscellaneous things that are associated. For example- I can't decide why, but the first 3 tracks on that album remind me of ravens and dark green. Though that may just be the synesthesia?

I had a fantastic interview today with a PR company in West Hollywood. They gave me homework! The really impressive thing about all this is that the man interviewing me said they received 600 resumes, and narrowed it down to 30. The fact that I made it through that first round of eliminations is awesome in itself (though expected, because it's a social media job and I rock at social media). On top of that, he said that they were only giving "homework" out to the people they liked from the first round of interviews. So...I'm getting closer and closer :) I have this overwhelming feeling that this is the job I'm going to get. I felt it before I even went to the inteview; I just had such a good feeling about it. It's a fantastic company and I would be so honored to work for them. The stars just must have been aligned today....lets hope they can stay on my side a bit longer to help me do this!

It feels good to write again. Even if I don't have anything spectacular to say.

I have to admit, I'm going to miss Franklinville's summer this year. For a few reasons, family/friends/3013 PHR of course, but I'm writing it now because I just thought of the sound that red-wing blackbirds make in the summertime. Especially in the evening. It's just one of those things- spring peepers in April, the sound of blackbirds & cicadas in the summer... I'm lucky to have grown up somewhere that allowed me to find happiness in such tiny things.