Up to my neck in wishin' this life was mine.
Fig. 1
Sometimes I think I HATE the internet and I want to delete any and all presence I've ever had on it, but other times (like right now) I feel like blogging and having public profiles is good, because in some strange way it keeps us accountable. Keeps us accounting? Also, I know the times I HATE it are fueled massively by the fact that I get jealous and overwhelmed by the neat things that other people post/write/upload. It's hard to keep up!
Sun Kil Moon (reincarnation of Red House Painters) are playing in Portland on the uh.... 21st of May. Joel asked me if I wanted to go and I said "....I don't know...." but I think I've changed my mind to "YES!" The more stimulus in my life the better, at this point - and SKM/RHP is (are?) easily one (two?) of my favorite bands.
Isn't that a good clock? (Fig. 1)
So, alright. Easter. Another Hallmark/Christian née Pagan holiday buried in plastic garbage. On the upside, I do find it helpful to have specific days and times of year to focus on specific events in Christ's life. He is risen! He is risen indeed!
I'm supposed to be doing laundry and cleaning my room... but first I will tell you about what happened at Fred Meyers yesterday. I went in to buy a new heavy duty scrub sponge for the kitchen sink (the exiting one is Tom's and has been there at least since I moved in). The "Everyday Value" sponges were 89c, but I got so ANXIOUS over the amount of plastic and chemicals and "new" things in the world that I ended up spending four dollars on compostable sponges that will obviously last three days. What, I asked myself, am I turning into? I don't know.