One invention I would most like to see: A search engine for sounds.

This often happens.

I'm sitting at the piano, playing with chords, when I accidentally hit a couple of keys that remind me of something, something I've heard before but can't identify. I'll try again to play it, and sometimes I'll get a line or so. And then, well, it's impossible to sleep until I figure out what it is.

Tonight I was playing a complete set of four lines of something I knew, a piece so insistent, so familiar. Something you have probably all heard on the radio, something I felt I should know...and yet I did not. Fortunately, my parents being odd and often understanding people, they were happy to help. My mom scanned the titles of her old tapes while I attempted to describe what I knew about the song.

"And then it...it takes off in the middle. You know, on treble."

My mother figured it out about an hour later. I was playing Gerry Rafferty's Baker Street, the song with easily one of the most recognizable saxophone solos ever.

To switch subjects: Today in english class, I made a slip that wasn't nearly as fatal as it should have been. We were reading act 2 scene 7ish from The Merchant of Venice, the one where the Prince of Morocco chooses the gold casket, losing the challenge set by Portia's father and the chance to marry her.

"He's way too good for her," I said. "Portia's a bitch."

What does my english teacher say? "Yes, it's very good to have our own opinions about the characters in the play."

Ahaha. How stupid can I be?

I dreamt of that place where we picked blackberries with a view of the city.