I am spending some time this afternoon watching the snow fall while eating pea soup and listening to The Album Leaf.  This band – which was suggested to me by a contact at our Facebook page – is quite good, using electronica beats that remind me of Four Tet, but with the melodic ambiance of something like Zero 7 or The Cinematic Orchestra.  (The album I’m listening to is their newest – Into The Blue Again.)

But I’m not really thinking about the album.  I’m thinking more about the snow and the pea soup.  I’m also thinking about the money that’s floating around out there and how to get my hands on some of it; I’m thinking of a terrifying dream I had the other night that to get out of my head I’m putting into a song; I’m thinking about what things mean, but actually mean.  Above all I’m thinking about what I’m thinking about and I think it’s because I’m two thirds of the way through Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.  It swirls up a certain self-reflexivity in me which is why I’m writing about thinking about what I’m thinking.  This is about to go in circles so I’ll stop before my thoughts crystallize and I lose my sanity.  Instead I will do dishes.  Read the book though, it’s really good.