| | Hey. Remember when we used to do this alot? Remember, like, everyday when we would kind of talk (kind of not)? I miss those days tonight. I am in the ubiquitous trendy cafe with the ubiquitous hipsters and the ubiquitous coffee. I feel the ubiquitous "I am sitting alone in a busy coffeeshop" instrospectiveness. I feel compelled to ubiquitously place the word "ubiquitous" in this entry.
I called Lisa ubiquitous once. Lisa, you are one of the few people who still make xanga worth it.
Something about being in this setting makes me feel like anything I say will be smart and timely. Kind of like being drunk makes you feel like everything you say is smart and timely, when actually you are just hitting on a potted plant. While throwing up into it.
Not that I have ever done that, because I haven't.
I don't know if I have much smart in me right now. Timely i can try, though.
I'm working hard as usual, doing well with my job and getting small acclaim there. I guess you take what you can get, right? We have been talking about planting a church, still. It's the kind of thing that takes some time, and alot of talking. More talking than doing, in the beginning stages -and i don't care much for that. It's the way it is, though. Some things have been clarified in the last week or two which I have been waiting on for awhile, so that's progress, right?
We are looking at another job shift for Kristen, possibly, which would be a very good thing. Very good. You can ask her about that yourself, if you want.
We are building awesome relationships with the Fulton family. It's been really cool getting to know new people, especially people with such different perspectives than mine. It's a challenge as a Christian to make friends with people who don't believe, for lots of reasons. Not the least of which is knowing how to be a "real person," how to be a grace-giver, and how to be honest about sin all at the same time.
Ask me about playing plinko on the roof of the Opera House sometime.
A hard thing: Our very dear friends Ben and Kelly found out this week that their little baby McKenna has a genetic disease of the spinal muscles called SMA that will most likely take her life within the next 3-6 months. We have all been watching the events unfold since last week, when McKenna was taken to the hospital with some breathing difficulties. Needless to say the diagnosis came as a shock to everyone and it has been very hard to process. I can't begin to imagine what Ben and Kelly are going through right now, but if you are the praying (through Jesus) variety of person you might think of them this week. I am having a hard time thinking of much else at the moment.
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I am working with my friend Nicole on recording some music in my brother's studio. It will be my first paying gig as a studio musician, so that's kind of cool. It's kind of forcing me to engage my guitar after several months of relative apathy. I'm feeling kind of done with the acoustic guitar at the moment. I guess we're kind of just not talking.
like brothers on a hotel bed
We got a piano last month(ish) and I have been teaching myself to play, which is very cool -although I think the folks in my building are going to hate "Karma Police" before too long. There's this time when you are first learning a new instrument where every little simple thing is exciting and brings new possibility. Innocent little fingers stumbling freely all over the place. I guess that's part of why the guitar is feeling a bit boring to me. playing for an hour is like my morning commute. Same asphalt, same bridges, same cows, same traffic. Mile after mile. Day after day.
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You. You were TIME magazine's person of the year last year. Did you know that? Yep. So what's going on? What are you feeling? Maybe we can revive some conversation for a little while, reconnect some. Here: I will give you a Haiku that I wrote for John Lennon in highschool when I was a young, abrasive new Christian:
It's kind of hard to
"imagine there's no heaven"
now that you're in hell.
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Yeah. I actually wrote that. I was that guy. And my peer reviewers happened to be people who had, like, John Lennon's face tattooed in hearts on their asses. Yeah, they were those types. Needless to say, I wasn't so much practicing the grace-giving, real person, etc. thing that I mentioned above. Cringe factor 11 on a 10 scale. why does it go up to eleven? Why not just make 10 louder?
(awkward silence)...our amps go to 11.
On the other hand, I still remember that one all these years later .
it has been alot of years, now that I think about it.
So anyway, I guess I've already passed the mandatory stop point if I want anyone to do anything other than skim this. Oh well. At least it's here, out in the open.
I hope that you are well. My cell phone number is 717 515 1022 if anyone wants to talk. Seriously. We can catch up. It will be great. until then,
peace.
Dave
****Addendumcompendium (that is Harry Potterish for *wait! I forgot to say something!)
I almost forgot to tell you what to listen to if you want to be smart and timely like me. You're welcome.
Jose Gonzalez - In Our Nature
A Swedish Argentinian? A Swedgentinian?
Radiohead - In Rainbows
This is why they are the best band in the world.
The New Pornographers - Challengers
Way better than the old pornographers.
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