I read Ben Gibbard's The Meaning of Life.

As much as I enjoy reading everything he has to say, somehow the article didn't do anything for me in terms of something profound.
It was enlightening in terms of who he is, as well as his relationship to his music, and I definitely related to it, but I suppose I was too expectant of how it was going to make me feel. (Ironic much?) (Oh, in so many ways.)

Whatever. I enjoyed the reading.