Music, music, music.

I wanted to be musical. I saw all these other people who could rock at the drop of a hat. Or play a blues riff in a baroque style. It was like they could think in this language I couldn't follow or see in colors I couldn't see.

First, a little gene therapy to amp my music cognitive capacity. Bonus: I'm now better in math and spacial visualization. I follow up with the Juilliard Open Source Curriculum, slamming my way through theory and practicum.

I jack in at night to build muscle memory while I sleep. My arms, hands and shoulders are tired when I get up, but I just think about an arpeggio and I'm doing it.

I added the new Apple iPod, the cochlear implant one. 500,000 tracks from around the planet. Once in a while it sticks and I can't get a song out of my head - literally. When talking to it doesn't work, I just gently bang my head against a door.

So I'm playing music now, making friends.

I'd like to dance...