if there’s one thing in the world i wish i was able to do (except jutsitsu, of course), it’s to take pictures of a good concert, feel the music soak into me, and write what i feel, all at the same time. <\/p>\n
\nhaving sex at the same time, too, would be great also. but it complicates the equation a lot more. <\/p>\n
\nlet’s see.
\nbeing at a concert and enjoying the music is simple. making pictures of the musicians and still feeling the music is simple too.
\nhaving sex while there’s some music is fairly simple, too. but not at a concert.
\nmake pictures while having sex isn’t above my skills, although i don’t know which would turn me on the most.
\nwriting while making pictures is too tricky. same goes for writing and having sex. and common sense would require a better use for my hands then, than with a paper and a pen, mind you. and writing while having sex isn’t my top priority when i come to think about it. <\/p>\n
\nwhich leads us to my conclusion for the evening : human beings are simply not designed to do more than two things at the same time.
\ndepending on the two things, of course. <\/p>\n
\nmy second conclusion for the evening being : never listen to jazz when you’re single. it’s amazing which thoughts can raise from the vibrant moan of a lonely trumpet. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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