Some days are like that
Yesterday in the mail, I received the sexual offended registry card saying that a man who raped a "female child" moved in nearby. Not THAT nearby, it turns out, but nothing quite makes me, a father of a "female child," uneasy as much as that did.
Then, as Zoey and I were getting ready to leave for a few minutes, a fight broke out across the street. Zoey didn't see it, but there were two men against the third, and one of the two had a baseball bat (and was using it). I didn't see any clear winner, but I know the police were called, and I was disgusted. This is a pretty good neighborhood overall. People around here are likely to pull your trash can out on trash day if you forget it. That one house, though, always has bad renters...
There's a song that appeared on the radio lately, "Handlebars," that Amy and I have really enjoyed. I sought it out using the library, and the cd name is Fight With Tools. It's good stuff. Spoken word meets political rap, it reminds me most of political rappers Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy (Michael Franti's band). I'm not as politically aligned with this band as I was when I listened to DHoH, but I still listen to it a LOT, and it says volumes that I'll listen to message-driven music that I don't fully agree with. Check 'em out (especially you, Chris).
Last weekend was the most entertaining selection of music I've heard in ages, as Cinci station The Sound had a "covered up weekend." They played nothing but covers the entire time, and they got some great ones. I wish I could remember them all so I could wax eloquent about them right now, but my memory is getting older, too.
The triple-class schedule is going well enough, though it's wearing me down bad on weekends. Thursday was library day for all three classes (and the middle class to a library I'd never been to), which was a nice break and a chance for me to find the humorous light reading that I can tear through in a matter of hours instead of days. Stuff like Esquire's The Rules, which is a list of rules for being a man. (Rule #8: Sitcom characters watching porn always tilt their heads. Rule #32: No matter how hard you practice, you cannot say the phrase, "Yeah, right" without sounding sarcastic.)
I've got a few library books that seem interesting yet to read: The Big Sort is a political study of how people of particular ideologies tend to live in the same areas, making political understanding of other sides more difficult. Trespassers Will Be Baptized is a memoir from a preacher's daughter that Amy read first and I'm starting to read now. I'm interested in how well I relate to this one...
I just wrote a nostalgic remembrance on Loretto, TN, for a friend of the family who is putting together a booklet commemorating the Loretto church's 100(?) year anniversary. It was nice to write, and I'm waiting to hear if it's what she wanted. If it is, maybe I'll re-post here just to share.
Then, as Zoey and I were getting ready to leave for a few minutes, a fight broke out across the street. Zoey didn't see it, but there were two men against the third, and one of the two had a baseball bat (and was using it). I didn't see any clear winner, but I know the police were called, and I was disgusted. This is a pretty good neighborhood overall. People around here are likely to pull your trash can out on trash day if you forget it. That one house, though, always has bad renters...
There's a song that appeared on the radio lately, "Handlebars," that Amy and I have really enjoyed. I sought it out using the library, and the cd name is Fight With Tools. It's good stuff. Spoken word meets political rap, it reminds me most of political rappers Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy (Michael Franti's band). I'm not as politically aligned with this band as I was when I listened to DHoH, but I still listen to it a LOT, and it says volumes that I'll listen to message-driven music that I don't fully agree with. Check 'em out (especially you, Chris).
Last weekend was the most entertaining selection of music I've heard in ages, as Cinci station The Sound had a "covered up weekend." They played nothing but covers the entire time, and they got some great ones. I wish I could remember them all so I could wax eloquent about them right now, but my memory is getting older, too.
The triple-class schedule is going well enough, though it's wearing me down bad on weekends. Thursday was library day for all three classes (and the middle class to a library I'd never been to), which was a nice break and a chance for me to find the humorous light reading that I can tear through in a matter of hours instead of days. Stuff like Esquire's The Rules, which is a list of rules for being a man. (Rule #8: Sitcom characters watching porn always tilt their heads. Rule #32: No matter how hard you practice, you cannot say the phrase, "Yeah, right" without sounding sarcastic.)
I've got a few library books that seem interesting yet to read: The Big Sort is a political study of how people of particular ideologies tend to live in the same areas, making political understanding of other sides more difficult. Trespassers Will Be Baptized is a memoir from a preacher's daughter that Amy read first and I'm starting to read now. I'm interested in how well I relate to this one...
I just wrote a nostalgic remembrance on Loretto, TN, for a friend of the family who is putting together a booklet commemorating the Loretto church's 100(?) year anniversary. It was nice to write, and I'm waiting to hear if it's what she wanted. If it is, maybe I'll re-post here just to share.