Had a rather splendid set of communique’s with Jonic yesterday, all conversations conducted though sentences contracted to their three or four word essence.  But all too soon it was over, I presume that he left his computer.

Took the bus to work today rather than the death-cycle, which allowed for my MP3 player to be utilised.  At first I went for some ultra-grind, but after a while I decided on a change of pace and decided to listen to Frank Sinatra’s ‘Songs For Swinging Lovers,’ an album recommended by my Dad.  It’s strange, because my Dad and I have utterly different tastes on practically everything in lfe, but recently we’ve found our music tastes grow more in synch, as he rediscovers the music of his childhood and I develop more of a taste for old classics.  It’s strange to listen to album and think that my Dad was listening to the same album way before he was the father that I know now, back when he was just a young guy, probably with the same worrries and hopes that I have.  It’s a great album, but it seems to have acquired a layer of extra significance for me.

Anyway, better go start my shift, then it’s off for drinking!