Alternative Lifestiles

'fuck it dude, let's go bowling.' -- walter addresses the Dude
                                                 the big lebowski, 1998

I carry the burden of three thousand songs on my shoulders. Music seeps into my skull through the drip-feed of my walkman and artistic wealth bears down on me with every step/breath I take. And out of this galaxy of music do you think I can ever even find one song I actually remotely feel like listening to? Of course not. I put shuffle mode on and it's just skip skip skip. Much like contemporary living, it's all a problem of choice you see. We don't need this many options, we were not designed to cope with this much freedom. Trying to choose cereal in a supermarket recently caused my brain to overheat and I collapsed. Ordering a coffee these days is like filling in a tax return, 'I'd like a skinny-capu-frappa-grande-latte-venti-mocha-ccino please, easy on the steam, and a... tea'. Bring back the simple life I say, rice and water thrice a day, for as the monks show: hoods are all you need, all you need is hoods...