Where was your conscious...

Where was your consciousness,

And what did you do with all those letters

you wrote to yourself,

but could not address?

Yep, I'm listening to Ani DiFranco as I write this. I'm listening to her career retrospective called Canon. It's a 2-CD collection that spans her career so far. There must be 35 songs in all, but it just scratches the surface of her particular genius...every song in the collection includes passages like the above, that I totally love and wish I had written. Every freakin' song.

Yep. I'm enamored.

P.S. I'm listening while I'm doing ROTE work for the amazing vanishing job -- converting a document from one template to a newer template. In FrameMaker it truly sucks...even if you like FrameMaker, I promise you, after converting a book, you no longer will. It sucks that freaking bad.