I could be well moved if I were as you.
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me.
But I am constant as the Northern Star,
Of whose true fixed and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
The skies are painted with unnumbered sparks;
They are all fire, and every one doth shine;
But there’s but one in all doth hold his place. (III.i.58–65)
We take making mixes pretty seriously over here, perhaps to the point where it interferes with other aspects of our lives. Last year, Chris ran a project called The Expendables Mix of the Month Club with 12 DJs. Each month, a different DJ would take on a different topic. I was assigned March, and I compiled a mix about the life, betrayal, and death of Julius Caesar. I like it so much that I thought the outside world might want to take a listen. Beware the Ides of March, and Protect Ya Neck, cousin.