Tuesday, March 25,
2025
Time: 9:20 AM
Song: New Slang
Artist: The Shins
Mode of Consumption: Listening to Spotify playlist called “The 2000s Indie
Scene”
Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/1wAqhAF1dynDjMy7m5CSSE?si=251faa9f391548f8
It sounds nerdy, but I’ve grown fond of developing an Excel
spreadsheet that operates correctly. There’s something quietly elegant about
creating formulas that produces a series of rows and columns of figures that
communicate something.
Now, I am not saying that it’s as rewarding as punching in a
good sentence. You know, one that really catches the eye and the ear and the
heart. Hits the point. Progresses the story while dripping with allusions and implications.
That’s something special. That’s speaking the Word and
making it so. Illogical but divine.
Excel is the physics behind the Word. The arrangement of
time and space and gravity. Each pulling together logically. Mind-bending but
dense.
I’m singing along as “New Slang” plays its soft homages and
working in Excel.
There are lines in this song that have always awed me. The kind
of lines that cut right to the bone, the marrow.
“Hope it’s right when you die.”
“I’m looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to
find.”
The song begins again, and I notice that Spotify’s algorithm
has placed two versions of the same song back-to-back in this playlist. I don’t
skip it. I am game to hear this again. I could probably put it on a loop this
morning.
This time it’s the blend of instruments and voice that awe
me. How each complements the other. A formula in each cell combining to form a
bigger picture.
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