Riding With Ghosty

Ghosty, Part 2

An introduction is a discrete event, a hello, a handshake, and a glad-to-meet-you. It is something to remember. It has a beginning, middle and end, however short. An introduction is not a slim tendril that twines through the day’s thickets of activity.

Music can be both. A song can ring like a klaxon, introducing its presence with authority. A song can linger in the background, slyly adding it influence to any particular moment.

I bought my iPhone the Saturday morning after they went on sale, avoiding the crowds. I walked in and ten minutes later walked out. By the end of the day, I was giddy. Still, it was only a fancy gadget then.

I have personalized the pictures, play lists, contact lists and home screen extensively. First, those changes were big changes especially to the play lists. Over time, they become more subtle, particularly the ones that encode the way I like to listen to music.

I don’t know when I recognized that my iPhone’s music choice was more prescient than randomness would explain. At times, it seemed that it stalked or mocked me.

I have named it Ghosty after The Police album, Ghost In The Machine. Lately, there is also more prescience to the music and TV that plays around me, a sense on Syncronicity, to name another album by The Police.

Ghosty does like to play, and the commentary often is humorous. As I write this, I am listening to the G. Love song, Ride. To quote:

How does it feel when you’re going nowhere?
Won’t you stop sometime and let me know?

First, I am interrupted with Steven Wright which prompted me to write this post. Now I am reminded to get back to work.

Isn’t that funny?

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Ghosty

Part 2: Riding With Ghosty
Part 1: Feed The Ghost