100,000 Served

Back in 2006 I started sending my music listening activity to a web service called AudioScrobbler, now known as Last.fm. Over eight years or so it has been silently and dutifully recording all the songs I listen to on my computer and building a database of my musical tastes. I think it’s pretty representative  of my full listening history, despite it not including things listened to in the car or elsewhere.

It’s compiled a pretty amazing list which today reached the major milestone of 100,000 songs by scrobbling “Gone” by The Head and the Heart.

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Last.fm is probably still my favorite web service. While the radio features and other functionality have varied, the collection of my listening data adds a whole new dimension to my love of music. I can see who and what I listen to most frequently, when I first or last listened to a song, and with the API and add ons I can view all sorts of data and visualizations like this one which breaks down my listening habits and the diversity of my library.

Here’s a link to my profile if you’re interested in taking a deeper look at the data.

 

Quotable

Today I discovered that it’s super easy to create your own shareable meme thing. I said something on Twitter and thought to myself, that sounds like some of that stupid shit that people make a meme from. So I did. Here it is. Share it if you want, I’d like to see where it goes, you know, for science.

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I used imgflip.com but there are a bunch of similar sites. Theirs was super easy though.

A Betrayal of Trust

“…I couldn’t figure out what was happening. The words to even make it stop wouldn’t come. It’s a 7-year-old mind. I couldn’t articulate what I was feeling, what was happening, how to make it stop. …

I think for a child it’s much more about the betrayal than it is about the abuse. It is about the betrayal of trust.”

More from Charles Blow via NPR

Top Albums – End of September

The Rdio music service I use curates a “Top Albums” page based on my listening. I am not sure what criteria they use but I was thinking it might be interesting as an overview of the soundtrack for the month, and also to see how it changes over time.

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Pick any album and give it a listen. I can’t imagine you being disappointed. All are obviously available on Rdio which offers a freebie plan or a super cheap monthly fee for what I call their more than you can possibly listen to plan.

Ryan Adams – Ryan Adams
Beck – Morning Phase
Lucinda Williams – Car Wheels on a Gravel Road
John Hiatt – Walk On
Elliot Smith – Either Or
Toad The Wet Sprocket – Dulcinea
The Grays – Ro Sham Bo
Paul Westerberg – 14 Songs
The Greenberry Woods – Rapple Dapple
The Paul & John – Inner Sunset
The Barr Brothers – The Barr Brothers
High on Stress – Cop Light Parade

Beautiful…

I’ve talked a number of times with my therapist about journaling, documenting some of the things that I experience between our sessions. I’ve been paying a lot of attention to the things I see and feel during a normal day and I think it’s been interesting. Here’s something I wrote last night. It was pretty stream of consciousness and is unedited.

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One of the blogs I follow routinely posts a picture with the heading of ‘find something beautiful today’ with a correspondingly beautiful photo. A great sentiment for sure but I realized that I don’t do that, or am unable to do that. When I leave my house I don’t see beautiful. I don’t see blue skies or flowers blooming in our yard. I don’t see the trees starting to change color. What I see is the trash that someone threw out of their car window on to our parkway. I still see the cat that someone hit with their car and left to die on our driveway (not literally, we have removed it) – As I pull out of our driveway I see the fence that the vandals have broken between us and the grocery store. As I approach the corner I slow to a near stop and make sure that someone isn’t going to turn in to the street from the t-street that connects. There’s no stop sign there for me but I’ve seen folks cut in without looking so many times, or kids rolling across without looking to reach the park across the way, that I worry each and every time. While I’m slowed there, I can’t help but notice the computer monitor sitting in the tall grass to my right. Someone dumped it there. Just dumped it. In a few weeks I’ll see bags of leaves dumped there. People will dump the leaves so that they don’t have to buy the yard waste stickers. Big plastic garbage bags full of leaves. Probably a dozen of them. They’re not there yet but I see them, think about them. Get mad about them.

When I get to the intersection leaving my subdivision, I’ll watch as the cars from the far-left turning lane turn left into either the middle or even far right lanes, even though there are cars from the other second turning lane to the right trying to turn there. It happens every time.

As we drive west I watch people get tailgated even if they are doing well above the speed limit. Cars speed up to change lanes, cut others off, jockeying for position as we reach the stop light. Of course, many can’t be bothered enough to lift their arms enough to actually turn on a signal so I just have to watch them closely as they prepare to make their move.

It’s a short drive to Target or one of the other places I go to. On the trip I’ll see at least one person toss trash or a cigarette out their window. More weaving and cutting off and tailgating as people try to win whatever race it is they are in. As I pull in the parking lot, I avoid the cars going down the lanes in the wrong direction, find a spot away from people who feel their cars are important enough to use two spaces, and I park. Gina usually runs in. I watch a car pull in to a handicapped spot. A young guy hangs a blue placard from his rear-view mirror, climbs out from his tall SUV with no trouble and maybe even jogs across the parking lane to avoid oncoming cars. While I wait, I see another person dump their ashtray. A man tries to toss his cup in to the trash as he approaches the store but it misses. He leaves it on the ground.

This is what I see, what I experience, every time I leave my home. None of this is beautiful.