I want to go strolling and rest in a big field of tall grass now. War on the brain.

It’s funny how some music can evoke a lot of memories, set off a chain of flashbacks and emotional responses.

The cool, funky song like the one I’m grooving to now has a great deal of nostalgia value to me.

Random Scotto factoid: I remember a lot of little things about people, and when I mention those things in passing sometimes, it freaks them out. “Oh, yeah. You had three hair ties on that day…only two matched.” Half the people think you’re blowing smoke and I get a laugh for being a goof. The other half of the people remember, too, and are spooked, because they thought nobody noticed anything about them.

I think only the most absolutely self-involved folks don’t notice a few little tidbits about other people to file away. Often, they file just one or two away for convenient reference, and assume it’s always true. “He *always* has broccoli in his teeth.” or “She *never* agrees with Tony.”

I spend so much time on the computer and off, just reading. I wonder sometimes what I’d do if illiterate… watch TV? Ugh… no real control over content, even with hundreds of cable channels. Spend more time outside? Possibly. I wonder how many people these days are pro-illiteracy… “Why should everyone read? It makes people less tractable and less likely to engage in physical activity.”

Fell off track there… but such is the price of typing stream of thought. My launch alert is chiming, so I’ll catch you later, dear journal.