Jason's a sound Man, in a lot of different sense's. By trade he mics people up and floats a mic over them, at the end of a boom, pointed down at their mouth, with a small direct cone of induction. Listening intently for unintentional, distracting background noise. No room is silent, hums, buzzes, slams, and bad mufflers rule the airwaves. He tells great stories, and his mind has a need for music. He listens at home, at a special station, through headphones to the multiple layers of different length waves that stimulate the hairs in his ears. Whats he have to do with cyclocross? Nothing. Nothing at all. He has something, something most won't find, a true love, that moves his soul.
Today at work I listened to the stories of people, workers from the casinos. Trying to organize, trying to get a contract. They make from $4-$9 an hour, plus your tips. They don't want their kids to work in the casinos and its getting to the point where they can't/won't be able to send them to college. Funny how some of them had come to this country to better their families/lives, and now their concerns are just surviving again. Always Tip Well. 
I was indoors all day, and I missed most of the sun. The color of the light this time of year makes me nervous. 
Tension, and an unsettled stimulation. Poking me, prodding me, soon, soon... new... ????? 
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