sweep down early, tomorrow comes.
Have been meaning to post here since I got the iPod (the 19th?). He is awesome, and happens to be a 32B touch named Tirian Mulder. I've been having a lot of trouble uploading stuff to him (my computer doesn't read him but my mother's does?), but the functions and apps and everything is really spiffy. I also got Hello Hurricane, the new Switchfoot record, which is possibly the best piece of art Jon Foreman has worked on in his life, much less the last two years. It's incredible. I wasn't too, too thrilled with Fiction Family's album, so I was anxious about Hurricane, but I think the record is breathing. It has a soul, a deep one, and each piece seems to speak about trying to live a life of more passion and depth. We saw down and watched. the DVD a couple weeks ago, and I remembered why I love Switchfoot so much. The guys have really, really soft hearts, and Jon and Drew were talking about the record and both of them choked up. There's something amazing about that. They really, really feel strongly about the art that they're putting out, and it shows in the purity of the sound and meaning of the record.
Thanksgiving was wonderful. We went down to the city to the old Spanish restaurant and had a Thanksgiving meal, and I tried pumpkin flan (which is delicious!). I forgot how many different rooms there are at the restaurant. There's the large, white one with the fountain in the center which makes you feel like you're outside on a patio (I believe there's a big glass ceiling covering it), which has a balcony with more tables (the balcony is where we were four years ago). This year we were in the room where the flamenco dancers perform. It was lit in a dimmer fashion, with golds and browns giving it a predominantly warmer feel, and it felt a little bit like a dining room on an old ocean liner. There were mediterranean-looking vases and sculptures lining the walls, too, and some Renaissaince paintings I think. Later mom and I went to see Where the Wild Things Are. I loved it. I think when I was a kid I was Max. I think a lot of adults forget what it's like to be a kid, and they think it's really easy. The worst part about childhood is that you're faced with horrible injustices and challenges, and yet you don't have much control over situations nor a lot of knowledge on how to fix things. It makes you feel vulnerable.
Word on the Street is in less than a week and a half. I'm pretty confident about it. I'm frustrated because some parts of it aren't going well (dancing has no energy at all because a lot of the players are worried about looking stupid if they're over animated. This ends up making them extremely flat), but overall I think we can improve a lot during next week's practices.
I keep wishing I'd update my blog consistently so I could get into the deeper stuff instead of writing overviews and synopses of several weeks at a time. I am going to have to remedy this. :)