Russian Music Videos
Watching russian music videos on the couch. Green and red violinist blondes on a rock by the sea, one older, the other younger. With IPTV - so many channels available - it is really endless. I know how to rip streams like this also - I have the software to do it - to record these streams. Bright red rockers, reflections, clouds, classical music, dresses blowing in the breeze. All so simple to hear, elegance and meaning, ripples and reflections, waves in the distance, ridges of sweep and thrust. If I were finding words, how I would. Knowledge like this to find. This weekend will soon be over, and then time to work on my projects: time like not before. I have been without a home in this way: walking city streets as a teenager and my early twenties. A huge difference between that and me now. In this white space of the monitor, on this keyboard so easily on my lap. I remember the long curly keyboard wire on my PS2/Model 30. I was typing lying in bed - furious at times: a lot typed. Much needs to be saved. I’ll have to clear and burn the zip disks - also all the floppies - while we still have computers with floppy disk drives.