By the way...

I realized this several weeks ago, but forgot to put it down in words. I was walking the streets of San Francisco when I came across a mural on an elementary school wall. The mural contained a painting of a dinosaur wearing headphones. The section of the mural containing this image can now be seen in the header of this blog, and as I surveyed the painting the image/phrase of "dinosaur with headphones" stuck deeply with me like the cut from a thorn of a tightly held rose.

I had no idea why this phrase stuck with me or why I titled my blog that. But a couple weeks ago, out of nowhere, I realized something: the dinosaur with headphones is me. It's basically me with an ipod. I live in the past, with only one foot in the present. I'm such a dinosaur. I don't belong amongst the crowd I was born into. The only conveyance connecting me to this world is a piece of machinery that reduces the noblest of human expressions into a digital file. Despite what everyone on the planet thinks, we have not evolved. A file is a file, whether actual or virtual, tangible or digital. So I put on my headphones and do my best to pretend that I'm not here.