Sitting around with Lin, listening to music and analyzing what each song makes us think of or when it should be played. We both imagine the open road under blazing sunshine, driving with the top down and the wind in our hair to "Hey, Soul Sister" by Train. Some songs are made for cruising around at night, like "Sex On Fire" by Kings of Leon.

This obituary was posted in the Sun Journal back on June 18th, but rather than just link over there I copied it here because SJ's site is so stupid and unpredictable, I'm not sure it'd ever get there. I don't know, I guess it's kind of morbid to post but I've never read anything like it. This gentleman must have written this himself, and at the end ( Read more... )

Sometimes I marvel at the absolute extremes in this world, even out of a small group like my graduating class of seventy-five--one guy is going into the seminary in the fall, and another died from a prescription drug overdose this week after a history of such things. As Dave Matthews would say, "Funny the way it is, when you think about it..."

Sometimes I feel like a teeny-bopper for enjoying Taylor Swift's music, but I do. Kind of a guilty pleasure, I guess. I don't think she's the best thing since sliced bread, and there are definitely bigger musical talents out there. But, for me, she's reminiscent of Jewel and the 90's and days when the biggest problem you had was trying to get Boy X ( Read more... )

There are a great many people--most of them friends--who I would just like to cradle and hold and love for a time because they deserve it from somebody at least, and there doesn't seem like anything else I can do.

Something that blows me away when I think about it: A pair of great hands are tossing stars across the sky, molding craters in the moon, painting autumn leaves, and carving coral. A minute later, as it seems in the grand scheme of things, the same hands are, out of love, performing a task so demeaning even the slaves were allowed to refuse--washing ( Read more... )

Just thinking deep thoughts today. I could write a whole entry on any one of these, I'm sure. But for now we'll just stick with this ( Read more... )

Sometimes I get to be the vehicle for little miracles, and I'm okay with that.

When I came in to work this morning, there were about fifty fat Canadian robins playing around in our crab apple trees. It made me happy.

A couple weeks ago, one of the ladies I work with came up front with that gossipy look-you know, the one people get when they know they have some juicy bit of info. The office gossip around here is generally positive or harmless. She asks, “Did you hear what [the Red-head] did over the weekend? She eloped! I didn’t think people did that anymore ( Read more... )