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“One likes to believe in the freedom of music…”

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Tonight, Mother Nature reared back her head and laughed until tears streamed down her face. The tears fell slowly, quietly, and abundantly.

As Jess said, by the time she left work tonight (midnight), we had processed 4 million – yes, that’s a “4” followed by six (6) zeroes – mailpieces. By the time I left @ 20:30, we had cleared just over 2 million. Work wasn’t too bad today. I spent most of the day listening to classical music. The top musical selections of the day were:

  • Toccata and Fugue in D Minor, BWV 565 – J.S. Bach (Fantasia soundtrack)
  • Ave Maria, Op. 52 No. 6 – F. Schubert (Fantasia soundtrack)
  • Ave Maria – C. Gounod/J.S. Bach (Hush – Yo-yo Ma and Bobby McFerrin)
  • Stabat Mater, Op. 58 – Antonin Dvorak (Vienna Master Series – Antonin Dvorak)

    Otherwise, it’s been a fairly quiet and uneventful day.

    Eve/Gwen Stefani, Billy Joel & Sting: Let Me Blow the Windmills of Your New York State Of Mind

    Peace.

“The streets are cold tonight…”

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Sunday.

No snow today, but there’s a chance for some tomorrow.

I slept in a little and then watched some football. I watched some of the 49ers/Dolphins game. That hurt to watch. That pain was compounded when I saw the final score: San Francisco won 21 – 0. I taped the Ravens/Steelers game because we were going to a friend’s house for dinner and general hanging out. That hurt even more. It was a good all-around game, but Pitt won 26 – 21. This also clinched an AFC Playoff berth for them; Baltimore is in the Wild Card race, so there is still some hope for them to make it to the post-season.

Other than some minor cleaning, going to dinner and a quick Christmas shopping trip, it was a pretty uneventful day. After dinner, we watched Chocolat; it was a good – but odd – movie. I may speak more about it tomorrow.

Marilyn Manson/Sneaker Pimps, Van Morrison and Catatonia: Bright Side of the Long Hard Road Rage Out of Hell

Peace.

“Midday morning, world jump-started, lying in my bed…”

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It snowed for a little while today, but there was no major accumulation here.

After two nights of not sleeping well, I slept like the proverbial log last night… umm, this morning. I woke up a couple of times, at what most people would consider “decent hours,” but succumbed to the whims of Morpheus and went back to sleep. It was early afternoon before I managed to summon the willpower to get out of bed. Oh glorious sleep, how I reveled in thy grasp…

I didn’t do much today. The extent of my boredom was evident when I started doing some light cleaning. I knew that I had plumbed new depths of boredom when I caught myself in the middle of a mindless mental exercise/game that I came up with a few months ago: I would take two or more artists/bands and combine their songs into something combining the titles of both or all of the component songs. It seems to work “best” when the artists’ styles and genres are radically different.

  • Bananarama & Bryan Adams: Cruel, Cruel Summer of ’69
  • Kim Carnes & Billy Idol: Bette Davis Eyes Without a Face
  • Fred Rogers & David Bowie: Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood Threat
  • Nine Inch Nails & The Indigo Girls: Closer and Closer to Fine
  • Janet Jackson & Rush: Mystic Rhythms Nation
  • The Eurythmics & Elton John: Burn Down the Missionary Man
  • Tony Bennet & Rick Springfield: Don’t Talk to Strangers in the Night

You get the idea. It’s an amusing diversion. It’s also interesting when you get a group of people doing it – you get some rather interestin (and a little scary) combinations.

As promised, here is the latest snow pic, taken just outside the apartment around 17:00 MST. This was post-flurry, so there’s not a lot of unplowed/unscraped snow on the ground.

And some more crossovers:

  • Afroman & John Denver: Because I Was Rocky Mountain High
  • Jimmy Buffet, Kermit the Frog & Billy Ocean: Caribbean Amphibian Queen
  • Sammy Davis, Jr. & Samantha Fox: Naughty Girls from Ipanema Need Love Too
  • The Lemon Sisters & Bad Religion: 21st Century Boogie Woogie Digital Bugle Boy
  • Bobby Darin & Geddy Lee: Bill Bailey Won’t You Please Come Home on the Strange
  • Heavy D & Aerosmith: Now That We’ve Found Love in an Elevator
  • Gorillaz and Jerry Reed: Clint Eastwood-bound and Down
  • Rufus and Chaka Khan & NIN: Tell Me Something Good I Can Never Have

Peace.

“Living on a lighted stage approaches the unreal…”

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Let’s get this out of the way, first. It snowed tonight. We got somewhere between 3 and 6 inches, I believe. It started somewhere around 19:00 MDT and didn’t stop (at least for the time being) until after 03:00. How far away is April and the end of the snow season?!?

Work wasn’t bad. Of course, any workday that starts with “Fri-” and ends with “I’m clocking out and starting my weekend now” can’t be bad. Even if it snows. A lot.

After work, I went to see Angie’s band Groove Dilemma play at Getty’s, a club in South Salt Lake; they opened for Son of Nothing, another local band. Here are a few pics of the band.

Angie, Jess and I went out for a late/early breakfast… and watched as more of Mother Nature’s silent mocking laughter blanketed the world outside. And since I forgot to do so a couple of days ago, I added two pics to the decsnow gallery. I’ll probably take (and post) a few pics of tonight’s snow after the sun comes up.

Quote of the Day: Today’s quote is actually from yesterday and comes, once again, from Dee. After telling me about the lawsuit against Cracker Barrel (see last night’s post), he said: “I’m going to file a suit against Cracker Barrel. I’m going to suggest that they change their name to “Caucasian Barrel.” This is Dee. (That’s Rick behind him.) Hearing him say that, along with the deadpan manner in which he said it, gave me a good laugh.

And now… sleep.

Peace.

“Those who know what’s best for us must rise and save us from ourselves.”

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A couple of things.

ITEM 1: Censorship.
cen·sor·ship n.

  1. The act, process, or practice of censoring.
  2. The office or authority of a Roman censor.
  3. Psychology. Prevention of disturbing or painful thoughts or feelings from reaching consciousness except in a disguised form.

I was listening to the radio a few days ago, and “Lightning Crashes,” by Live came on; I like the song. That, “I Alone” and “Selling the Drama” are the reasons that I bought Throwing Copper. I noticed that the song started on the second verse. This wasn’t the first time that I had heard a station start the song 1/3 of the way through, but this time stuck with me.

You can click here to read the song’s lyrics. I don’t get what problem people have with the first verse. Yes, they say the word “placenta.” Oh, no! And, yes, the first verse tells of a stillborn baby. I will grant that this is a delicate subject, but I also think that Ed Kowalczyk wrote the lyrics in a manner that didn’t treat it lightly nor were they disrespectful. Consider this: In the song “Who Are You,” from the CD of the same name by The Who, Roger Daltrey asks “Who the fuck are you?” The CD was released in 1978. In all of the times that I have heard it on the radio, I have never heard that edited out or backwards masked. I guess that you are afforded certain privileges of artistic license when you have been around for 30+ years.

Someone interviewed me last year for a paper that she was writing. The topic was “censorship” and she asked what I thought about it. Here is my reply:

As adults, we often talk about our free will and complain about people taking away our rights. But when it comes down to it, it seems all too often that we “need” someone to tell us what we should and shouldn’t see or do. It seems that we have lost our capacity for something that everyone used to have – or acted like they had – “common sense.” There are little things called “On/Off Switches” and “Remote Controls” that can be used to prevent us from seeing things that we choose not to see. But, too often, we seem more content to complain about what is on the air or in a magazine or book. I like to think that I know what it is that I do and do not find appealing. By the same token, I know that my tastes may run contrary to others’ opinions. While someone can suggest a film or book or ANY other media form to me, *I* have the final say in whether I choose to look at or listen to it.

Is parenting a form of censorship? That depends on your point of view. Censorship is defined as: “the act or a system of censoring;” parenting is defined as: : “the work or skill of a parent in raising a child or children.” There are things that most adults, by virtue of experience and education, are able to comprehend, react and respond to better than children. While it is true that some children have to “grow up fast,” depending on their environment and the changes in their world, most of them are still innocent with respect to many things to which we have become inured. I, personally, don’t think that parenting equals censorship. I think that it is parents’ responsibility to expose their children to things when they are able to understand them. It is also their responsibility to answer questions that their children may have about things that they don’t understand; if they don’t have the answers, they should be able to point the children to a source that can answer them.

Before I get scores of comments on this telling me that I haven’t considered factors X, Y, or Z, let me say that this is my opinion. I’m not forcing it on anyone AND I do reserve the right to be mistaken or reconsider it or even change it at a later date. My bottom line: The song was written and recorded in a specific order and manner. Play it. If the song doesn’t meet the standards of your station, don’t play it. I’m sure that there is at least one other station in your market that will play it… in its entirety.

ITEM 2: Discrimination.
Cracker Barrel hit with $100M civil rights lawsuit

Dee told me about this today. The restaurant chain has been hit with a class action suit accusing them of racism – varying from segregating African-American patrons to denying them service. *sigh* What part of some peoples’ brains contains the “Hello, I’m a moron” gene? I especially find it odd that this should happen since Denny’s underwent the same scrutiny in 1994. When is it going to finally sink in that aside from a few minor differences on the exterior, people are the same? And on a strictly capitalist note: Everyone’s money has the same value. If they spend it in your establishment, your revenue increases. If they don’t, you earn nothing. And let’s not forget what a few negative words from one potential (or ex-) customer to a friend or family member can do to a store’s customer base. Not to mention if those comments made it to an advocate group or a law firm. Oh, wait… that’s what started this in the first place.

I am not so naive as to think that everyone is treated equally; I know better. I’ve experienced it personally. I’ve watched family and friends who have been forced to experience it. The faces of discrimination are many: gender, racial, religious, sexual preference, weight… the list goes on. We, as a nation, have made many steps forward in combating inequality, but we can’t stop fighting the war just because we have won a few battles. “We fight the fire — while we’re feeding the flames…” – “Second Nature,” by Rush from Hold Your Fire (c) 1987

In light of this lawsuit, I find this picture even more ironic now than when I took it.

::: gets down from soapbox :::

Thanks for listening.

Peace.

“I do the best that I can…”

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“Hell is paved with good intentions, not with bad ones.”
– Bernard Shaw, “Man and Superman,” 1903

“Oh, Lord, make me pious. But not yet, not yet!”
– attributed to St. Augustine

With the grand designs of getting up early this morning to go to the gym, I heard the alarm… and turned it off. So much for that bright idea.

Work wasn’t bad today. You would think that since we are in the middle of December, our busiest time of the year, and we process mail for over twenty cities, we should be navel-deep in mail. You would think so, but that was not the case. They were offering early dismissals. Who knew?! And “structured seating?” It was fusterclucked around 15:00 again.

I went to the gym after work and made up for lost time by doing two workouts. I’m sure that in the long run, my body will thank me for it, but I don’t know how it will feel about me tomorrow morning. Now, however, I am feeling rather positive about sleep.

Peace.

“You know how that rabbit feels…”

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Today was an average day.

Work: Structured seating went the way of the dodo fairly early in the day. Again. In a move that I’m sure nearly caused the end of all life as we know it, Dee and I were seated in the same section for a while. Other than that, it was an easy day.

Rather than go to the gym tonight and tomorrow morning, we skipped the gym tonight. Jess spent part of the evening finishing up this, which she started a couple of days ago. Here is another view. It’s the first one that she made and she gave it to me. Coolest girlfriend EVER! Then she asked me what I was going to name it.

::: brainlock :::

I hadn’t thought that far in advance. Sure, I could just call it “Bunny,” it would be appropriate, but… it just doesn’t “hum.” The names Bugs, Buster, Babs, Br’er, Roger, Thumper and Trix are not even under consideration. Neither is Lucky Captain Rabbit King. (Bonus points if you know from whence that name comes.) I’m leaning towards “Seven,” after “Lucky Seven Sampson” from the Schoolhouse Rock! song of the same name, but that’s not set in stone. If anyone has a suggestion for a name, feel free to post it in a comment.

Quote of the Day:

  • Dee: “It’s easy to have hindsight when your ass is this big. It sometimes even obstructs your view.”

Veni. Scribi. Sleepi.
“I logged on. I wrote. I went to bed.”

Peace.

“If the dream is won, though everything is lost, we will pay the price, but we will not count the cost.”

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It snowed tonight. It waited until we were coming out of the gym… and there it was: Mother Natures silent mocking laughter. And the forecast shows snow on four days between now and Saturday, inclusive. Yay.

Random (and not so random) thoughts:

  • I thought about something else in conjunction with the Schoolhouse Rock! (no pun intended) CDs that I was listening to a few days ago. I have admitted to sometimes being an overgrown kid – it’s not something that I could really deny, but there you have it. There are times, however, when I have moments of lucidity and the inner adult in me rears his head. On the “America Rock” (also known as “History Rock”) CD are the songs “No More Kings”, about the colonization of America, “Elbow Room”, about 18th Century westward expansion, and “The Great American Melting Pot”, about immigration. There are a few things that you have to take on face value:
    • Each song was 2.5 – 3 minutes long.
    • The songs were written in the 70’s and “political correctness” is a
      term/issue of the 90’s.

    • The songs were meant to be entertaining and fairly light-hearted while also being educational.

    My points: The only reference that I can find to Native Americans is a line about Sacajawea in “Elbow Room.” And since there’s no “easy” or “P.C.”way to introduce how African-Americans got the “-American” added, I won’t go down that path.

  • Art imitates life. I’m not sure what the exact quote here is, but that expresses the sentiment well enough. Tonight’s episode of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, “The Siege of AR-588,” was about a crew of Starfleet officers who were holding a captured position. The DS9 crew showed up to bring supplies and stayed to help defend the position for a while. After they returned to the station, Captain Sisko (Avery Brooks) was talking to one of his officers about the latest casualty reports… and he said,“No, they’re not just names. We must remember that.” Such a simple and profound statement. This first aired on 18 Nov 1998, but its relevance and timeliness is what I’m after here.

    Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day was this past Friday and many also took the time to reflect on the events of this past 11 Sept. We remember not only the events of these days, but also the fact that there were people involved in those events. People who fought. People who died. People who tried to help others to make sense of the chaos and madness as it swirled around them. Not just names. People. “No, they’re not just names. We must remember that.”

  • Life imitates art. DC Comics wreaked havoc on Earth (and a few other planets) this past summer in a multi-title crossover called “Our Worlds at War.” I say that life imitates art, in this instance, since some of the books in this crossover did not arrive in stores until after the September 11th terrorist attacks. In five panels of the September issue of Superman, he rescues and talks to a small boy in Topeka, KS whose parents were lost in an attack. In the December issues of Superman (there are actually four monthly Superman books), the writers will sometimes do a story about Superman answering the mail/e-mail that he gets at Christmas; it’s all sent to The Daily Planet, which is convenient considering that Clark Kent works there. This year, one of the e-mails was from the little boy that Superman rescued in Kansas; this time the boy gets six panels.

    From: “Caleb”
    To: “Superman” [Superman@dailyplanet.met]
    Subject: (No Subject)

    Dear Superman:
    I don’t know if you’ll remember me, but I’m the little boy who you rescued in Topeka, Kansas. I’m living with my grandparents now in Arizona. My grandma is helping me type this to you. I just wanted you to know that I am okay. Hope you are too.
    Your pal, Caleb.

    Superman doesn’t respond to this, he flies to Arizona to talk with Caleb, who is wearing a Superman t-shirt.

      Caleb: “I didn’t think you’d come visit, but I’m kinda glad you did.”
      Superman: “Still trying to be brave?”
      C: “Yep. Some days it’s harder than others.”
      S: “I know just what you mean.”
      C: “Thank you for the toy. It’s pretty cool. Can I ask how come you changed your costume?” (After the war, he changed the red-and-yellow “S” to red-and-black.)
      S: “Sometimes… Sometimes folks wear something black to remember the people they’ve lost.”
      C: (softly) “Like my Mom and Dad.”
      S: “Yes, Caleb. Just like that.”
      C: “Maybe. Maybe, if you can find one… I’d like a shirt like that, too…”
      S: “I’ll see what I can do about that…”

    I like this for two main reasons. It shows that while Superman is there behind the “S,” there is still Clark Kent, the man, behind the costume. I also like it because it was an expected bonus, of sorts: It picked up what seemed like a minor point of a book five issues back and turned it into a poignant part of the story.

I do believe that I have rambled enough for one post. Tune in tomorrow for more.

Peace.

“Fantasy for sale, that’s entertainment…”

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“Another Pleasant Valley Sunday…”

  • We slept in.
  • I watched some football. I wasn’t too into it today since the Ravens had a bye this week. The games that I did watch were good, though.
  • We went to the comic book shop.
  • We met Angie, Scott and Dan and saw Ocean’s Eleven, an update/remake of 1960’s Ocean’s Eleven, starring Frank, Dean-o, Sammy and the rest of the Rat Pack. I didn’t go into this expecting too much; I was pleasantly surprised. It’s not necessarily an Oscar contender, but it was worth the price of admission. The cinematography was good, the dialogue was snappy, and… Jeffrey Kurland (costume design) and Carolyn Schnitzer (costumer) EASILY earned their paychecks. Angie claimed that I was having “suit-gasms” over some of the outfits. Ok, so she may have been right about that.
  • We all went to The Outback for dinner.
  • Jess and I went to the local B&N.
  • We came home.

I was working on a logo design for a co-worker… and my computer decided that it wanted to do something else: Anything other than what I wanted it to do. I have mixed feelings about this: On one hand, I lost a couple hours’ work. On the other hand, I can probably use a couple of shortcuts to get the same, if not better, results.

Today’s picture selections are:

It’s early and I have to get up later, so I shall say ‘goodnight’ here.

Peace.

“Drawn like flies, we drift into the city, the timeless old attraction, cruising for the action, lit up like a firefly just to feel the living night…”

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Today was a perfect example of the way a day off should be spent.

We got up and met for lunch. We sat, ate and talked for a couple of hours. I got this picture before we left. We then went to Bountiful (that’s the city’s name) and drove to the temple there. From Bountiful, we drove around the Capitol and then came home.

Sandi and Jim called and asked if we wanted to go to dinner and to see the Christmas lights at Temple Square. We said ‘yes,’ and then they suggested that we take TRAX, the light-rail train, downtown. Since none of us had ridden it, and since parking downtown can be… um… Hellish, this sounded like the best course of action. They picked us up and we headed to the nearest station. This wasn’t bad… other than the fact that the ticket machine didn’t care for the dollars I fed it. *shrug* The ride was not bad; it was a little crowded because there was a Jazz game – the north end of the TRAX line terminates at the Delta Center.

We went to The Gateway, Salt Lake’s newest shopping center. We ate dinner at California Pizza Kitchen. The food and atmosphere was good. Two of the cutest little girls were sitting at the next table: Kalyssa (picture: 1, 2, 3) and Madison (picture). Take a look at the resemblance between Madison and this picture. Uncanny, isn’t it? After dinner, we roamed around The Gateway and then headed to Temple Square. It was cold tonight (but no snow); that didn’t stop droves of people from going to see the lights tonight. And there were lights EVERYWHERE. It was quite the sight.

We made our way to the City Center TRAX station (between Crossroads and ZMCI Center Malls); this was a mistake as many people (holiday shoppers and other Temple Square visitors) had the same idea. It turns out that the trains were filling up at the Delta Center – the Jazz game had ended. “Temple Square, shoppers, and Jazz! Oh, my!” We walked back to the Temple Square station in the nearly vain hopes of having better luck there. The trains were packed. The platforms were packed. And it was cold. Yay. We decided to catch the next train to the Delta Center, wait until it unloaded. This was a good theory, but a little difficult to implement… but we did. We, and 1,292,763,397 other people, crammed into the next train. It went to the Delta Center… and no one got off. Surprise. Of course, no one boarded, either. Back to the Temple Square station: no change. Crossroads/ZCMI: no change. It was body-to-body from downtown all the way to the Meadowbrook station at 3900 South. Only a few people got out there, but it was a start. More people got out the farther south we went. Around 7200 South, I was able to move around enough to get a picture of this hat… and the man wearing it. Jim and I had been cracking up about the hat, which we had only seen from the back, since we got on the train. The gentleman proceeded to tell us that this was his hunting hat that he had bought in Idaho in 1978; he wore it when he went deer hunting. He seemed like a pleasant enough person. We finally made it to our station and poured out of the train, into the car and came home.

Today’s Quotes of the Day:

  • Sandi: Honey! Honey! I want to be on the bottom! This resulted in hysterical laughter.
  • TRAX passenger: Getting off! I’m getting off here! This, too, elicited a great amount of laughter.
  • Sandi: I want a surfboard to put in the back of my buggy. (a VW convertible)
    Jim: I was going to buy you a surfboard.
    Sandi: When?
    Jim: When we were at Disneyland… but you said “no.”
    Sandi: But how would I have gotten it home?
    Jim: On… the airplane.
    Sandi: You can’t take a surfboard on an airplane!
    Jim: Why not? People take skis on an airplane.
    Sandi: Oh, yeah…

Quite a nice day off indeed. If anyone is interested, the rest of the day’s pictures (the temples, Capitol, etc.) can be found here.

Being December, let me extend the follow season’s greetings:

Click on the above holidays to learn more about each one.

Peace.

“I watch their images flicker…”

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I have just seen two new signs of the Apocalypse:

  1. Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen have their own cartoon.
  2. They have made a cartoon based on the movie Evolution.

Pray. Pray to whatever higher power that you believe in to spare us from this evil.

Something to consider: You never see it written “Ashley and Mary-Kate.” One has to wonder what bargain Mary-Kate has struck with Mephistopheles in order to achieve consistent non-alphabetical top billing. It must have been a side deal, since the twins had to have made some sort of unholy pact to entrench themselves so deeply in the entertainment world – they are not only actors, they are a conglomerate. And we have had to watch them grow up before our eyes. Surely, this was a plan hatched in the deepest pits of the Abyss.

Beware.

Peace.

“Children growing up, old friends growing older…”

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Happy birthday,

“We disengage, we turn the page…”

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Friday.

Wait. Let me rephrase that. *ahem* Friday: A Day No Snow Would Fall.

All-in-all, it was a good day. (Have I mentioned the “no snow” thing, yet?) We didn’t go to the gym today… but I did get a Cinnabon®, so it wasn’t a total loss. Don’t look at me like that! We didn’t have time to stop Thursday morning, so we went today. The fact that there was no gym time is merely coincidental. So there! Work was. Actually, that’s something of an understatement. Work was, but it wasn’t bad. There, that’s more like it!

I finished The Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul today. This is the first time that I had read/listened to anything by the late Douglas Adams in a long time. I had forgotten how wonderfully irreverent and satirically funny his writing was.

A few of today’s pictures of the east side of the valley – all of the snow is on the ground and NOT in the sky – can be seen here; the 07Dec01 series of pictures.

Dee, once again, provides today’s Quote of the Day.

  • We were in the break room, where someone dressed in all purple was complaining about how long she had worked and how she was ready to go. Dee shook his head and quietly said: “Take your stunt-double for Barney ass on out of here!

Tomorrow: Lunch with Jess and .
Now: Sleep.

Peace.

“Don’t touch that dial…”

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It snowed a bit tonight.

Work, from my perspective, wasn’t bad; according to Jess, things were a bit… hectic. The only thing that I recall was a bit of confusion about where our group would go after lunch (16:30 MDT). Apparently, it was busy enough by then to even cause them to nix the “structured seating” arrangement for the rest of the day. Hmm.

::: plays Reflections :::

::: gets stuck on a puzzle :::

::: remembers to write in journal again :::


Complete the following:

  • “Lolly, Lolly, Lolly…”
  • “If you could skate a…”
  • We the people, in order to form…” (This one’s a long one.)
  • “Conjunction Junction…”

In case you haven’t figured it out, those were all from Schoolhouse Rock! Aside from listening to Dune and The Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul, I listened to my set of SR! CDs today. Sidenote: They say that “The Preamble” is both one of the most widely recognized SR! songs AND that more people credit it with helping them to pass American History tests. Oh, the remembered joys of youth…

Peace.

“Nothing to explain, it’s a part of us… to be found within a song.”

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No snow today!

It waited until tonight; it wasn’t much, and it melted when it hit the ground, but it was snow. And guess what tomorrow’s forecast says. Yep, you guessed it: snow showers. I thought about something the other day: I’ve mentioned how SLC is located in a valley between two mountain ranges. When there are low clouds and it snows, it seems to me like we are inside a snow globe. Fortunately, there is no ground-shaking that goes along with the snowfall.

Typical day: Work. Gym. Home.

Fantasie Impromptu. I don’t recall who old I was when I first heard this. My mother would play it from time to time. When I discovered what it was called, I would ask her to play it; I still ask her to play it when I visit. Sometimes, she even indulges me. Coolest mother in the world. This is probably my favorite piece of classical music. I am fond of others, but this one… there’s just something about it; I’m sure that it is tied to the fascination of watching my mother’s hands dance across the piano keys.

Does anyone else have a favorite piece of classical music that they’d like to share with the class?

And, finally, from brainyquote.com: Look at a day when you are supremely satisfied at the end. It’s not a day when you lounge around doing nothing; it’s when you’ve had everything to do, and you’ve done it.– Lord Acton

Peace.