Just some stuff I've been thinking...

Bryden Place - Rock on. Those people know how to have a good time despite unpleasant circumstances. Worship with the BP folks is always awesome because they don't care how well or how poorly you play/sing/flail arhythmically, they just worship and sing along. One of the residents just started singing while I was strumming on some chords making sure that I was in tune (I was, almost), and so we started worship immediately. Way to kick us into gear.
Then, craft time came around: making prayer bracelets. Oh dear. We had 5 guys and one girl sitting around the table. How could this possibly turn out well.

Well, goes to show you can't doubt the Holy Spirit... the craft rocked. The guys were happy just talking about their kids, their wives(?), their fellow residents. When it came time for prayer ministry, they really got into it. It was the most responsive group I've seen in a long time. I should guest lead more often. It really does make my day. And what can I say, I love making little beaded things.

School - How does it always seem to happen that I get to two weeks left in the quarter and never know it's been that long since the quarter started? And how am I going to get myself out the hole of work I've dug for myself. Certainly not by blogging...

Music - Going through lots of old CD's, remembering those one hit wonders of the early 2000's. Ah, those were my formative years... of college... and my M.A.

School again - Hold it now... how is it that I'm currently teaching some students who were born in 1990... this kind of madness has to stop. I didn't even move BACK to Ohio until 1989 when I was 8. I remember things that happened in 1990. These kids wouldn't really even remember Bill Clinton's inauguration in 1993. I was in 6th grade. It's just cruel I tell ya. And don't even post something about how I'm a young whippersnapper and how you remember Regan's inauguration in 1981 because I'm dwelling on ME right now. ME.

That's about it. I promised Manda I'd try to write a song today. So I'm off to try. OH... and to get some work done. Yeah. That's it. Work.

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And my Grammy Awards go to...

Grammy for flagrant abuse of a capo - James Blunt (dude, the capo is for AT MOST 5 frets. And even that's pushing it.)

Grammy for having James Blunt as a love child - Smokey Robinson (aside from the botox induced wrinkle-less forhead, check out the resemblance in the panicked look in the eyes after every line of the song.)

Next Year's Grammy for best remix - DJ Danger Mouse who will mix together classic BeeGee's recording warbles with James Blunt's high pitched and somewhat atonal melodies and finally show the world that James Blunt, while he is the love child of Smokey Robinson and a Botox Factory, is the spiritual descendant of the BeeGees.

Grammy for Supporting Organic Farms - Imogen Heap... what was that thing... what was it? Was it eating her hair? Was she pulling a David Blaine and living suspended in a hydroponic planter for the month preceding the Grammy's?

Grammy for most effort put into playing very few notes - John Mayer. Okay. I know you really really feel the notes you're playing. But if you'd taken Immodium before you began playing, I'm sure the cramping wouldn't have been nearly as bad.

And My Grammy Moment of the Evening (and I'm actually serious for once)

The James Brown Cape guy. The only tribute that needed to happen last night. Beautiful. Poignant. I'm surprised that the spirit of James Brown didn't throw off the cape and do another dance.

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More updates!

I keep posting... but I don't know why. I guess it's partly to keep myself organized and partly because I enjoy knowing what I'm doing... lest I forget.

What was I just saying...?

Another worship song. Perhaps more on the way. Don't really know.
Three days of public school being cancelled and 0 days of OSU being cancelled. Hmm... I can see it now as tour groups go through...

"Please disregard the frozen students as you're walking from building to building. We'll have maintenance take care of them after it warms up a bit."

Well... perhaps I exaggerate, but still.

Okay. Short but sweet.

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