I'm addicted. To music. I realize I spend far too much time with my music collection. I have over 210 gigabytes of music 4,380 albums. iTunes says it would take 116 days of continuous listening.

 I haven't even listened to everything I have. I'll get several new albums daily, and don't have the time to check out each album. I have bands in my collection that I know nothing about. I'm anal. I organize everything by specific genre, that names are spelled correctly, and I track down album release dates and make sure that is correct. I'm anal about not having single songs - only complete albums. I hang out on silly  message boards tracking down obscure punk and hardcore bands. I pore over Wikipedia, BandtoBand.com, and last.fm far too much.

Part of this obsession is love. I love music - I listen to lots of genres, and have always found the art of exploring new artists and scenes fascinating. But it's more than a rational obsession - it really does border on obsessive behavior, in an un-healthy way. Often, my first instinct in the morning is to track down a new band or two, and then try to locate an obscure album.

Anyway. It's 86 degrees out. It's hot. I just got back from a great game of soccer. Soccer is amazing for the comraderie - new people can jump into a pickup game and across all sorts of cultural boundries make friends instantly...

And now, I'm drinking an amazing vanilla mint soy milkshake I just made. Went rock climbing at Mt Diablo yesterday with a big group of friends. Led a 5.10a, and climbed a 5.10d crack - very happy with myself. Spent Friday night doing Karaoke with Scotty Parkin for his b-day. I don't do karaoke, but was signed up against my will to do Humpty Dance by Digital Underground. I do in fact know every word by heart - and someone felt that the whole crowd needed to be made aware of that fact.

And I go to Belize in 2 weeks. Life is good.

-Matt