A spoken word poem about how life in an office can be tight quarters when the sun is shining, and there are woods to be explored. What is my solution? I listen to jazz supplied by the local public radio station. Yesterday, when I wrote this, I plugged into the College of DuPage's station WDCB, and also listened to a Django Reinhardt playlist on YouTube.
Read the poem here:
http://anthonytrendl.blogspot.com/2009/05/internet-jazz-salvation-poem.html
COD's station:
http://www.wdcb.org
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