Time stops. He's filling empty space with the substance of our lives . . .

"Time stops. He's filling empty space with the substance of our lives, confessions of his bellybottom strain, remembrance of ideas, rehashes of old blowing. he has to blow across bridges and come back and do it with such infinite feeling soul-exploratory for the tune of the moment that everybody knows it's not the tune that counts, but 'IT--' Dean could go no further; he was sweating telling about it."

From this point of inspiration (or should I say perspiration?), I want you to leap, creatively, into the music of your life, creating a soundtrack for your life. A play list, 5-10 songs in length. Not the actual music files, just a list of the songs that you would want to play or listen to as you travel, as you move around campus. As you live. So many of us now move about campus constantly plugged in to our iPods. We remove them only reluctantly and even have conversations while the music continues to play.

Once you've created your play list, I'd like you to talk, in detail, about 3 of the songs. Talk about the lyrics, quote the lyrics, tell us why they speak to you, why they matter to you, what they say to you. Why does this song or piece of music move you? In what way? "It's got mad beats" might be a true statement, but I want a little bit more. Dig deeper! "Dig IT!"

Due Wednesday, October 3rd, by class.