Today I traveled east, to the Fenner wind farm. I never knew about it before but it's truly fascinating. I mean, I know what 300 feet is, but you don't *really* understand until you see these 300 feet tall windmills. Also, there's that electric buzzing noise which one naturally associates with energy being used, but you have to stop and remind yourself that this is the sound of energy being *created*. And in a clean, sustainable way! Anywho, I had a good time just trekking around on my own.

I had a lot of thoughts today that weren't masterpieces, just sort of common knowledge. But we never talk about them so you never really *realize* it. For example; we can think faster than we can speak because in our thoughts we aren't limited by language. We're free to think in images, symbols and any other sort of signifier we please. Which was followed by the thought that what we call "personal expression" isn't personal at all because one has to channel it through this filter of language or art medium or whatever. (This is not a new thought and I realize this; a lot of people have dealt with the frustrating limitation of language or art or whatever). And I thought of doing an art piece just mapping the synapses and chemicals throughout my brain because that's the closest anyone can ever get to understanding my thought process.

There are some bands who just "fit" that particular day. As if an element of the day was missing and they're the perfect notch. It's a game I sort of play with myself. I assume that each day has a band or an album or a song that's "meant" for it. So casually, throughout the day, I try to find today's music. Some days I'm successful, in fact today's band was Explosions in the Sky. Heh, they're the perfect band a lot of my days...

I'm 22 now... To say that out loud makes 22 seem young. I am young. I've never felt young. All throughout my life I've felt too old for my age and I comforted myself with the thought that one day I would grow into my mind. Always too serious... I've become much better in the last 2 years. (I don't even know what "better" means in this case, lightened up I guess. Hell, I had petsinuniforms.com as my last entry! I'm not all theory!) But now, at 22 I still don't feel entirely comfortable with being 22. Heh, well one of two things will happen. Someday I will either
1. really grow into my mind and feel comfortable with my age
or
2. realize that one never really feels their age.
Anywho, "feels their age" implies social expectations anyway. Who's to say that a 10-yr old can't be thoughtful? Blarg...

Not a good way to close an entry, but I've got other stuff I should be doing.