It is with great anticipation and even greater joy that I take this moment to send my heartfelt congratulations to my dear friend Crisitunity on her upcoming nuptials this weekend. A long-awaited moment for all of the friends and family of her and her fantastic BF, and even more so for the lucky couple themselves!
I’ve known a whole lot of couples in my life. These two are among the bestest evar. Y’all deserve a wonderful day, and even more, an amazing life together. I sincerely hope that you have both.
My heartfelt best wishes to you both. And I hope some “Dancing Queen” will be played!
PS: If I was rich, you’d best believe your wedding present would be a four-finger ring spelling out ‘C-TUNE.”
It’s funny, really. I’m still sort of wrestling with a lot of things, what to do with this blog being higher on the list than it probably should be. I kinda feel like walking away for a while, until it all starts to feel natural again; I also feel like I should keep things going just to maintain some inertia. Hence me sticking with the MM’s even when I let everything else fall along the wayside. Call it just a dogged determination. Or plain stubbornness. That last one has been hurled at me as an epithet more than once. I refer you to the old story of my best friend once saying “Chad, you’re such a contrary sumbitch that if you drowned your body would float upstream.”
I’ll figure it all out.
Things are really complicated for me right now, and I can’t exactly see where I’m headed, but for the first time in a long time I don’t exactly feel lost, either. I don’t know where I’m going, but I believe I’m headed in the right direction.
I believe in my choices.
I believe in myself.
These are, for me, pleasant changes.
Joe Satriani, “I Believe”
Y’all have a good, sleepy, post-DST Monday!
Holy crap, Phil Collins retired because of chronic drum-related injuries?
I mean, Phil’s not my favorite guy in the world, but come on. The 80s music scene would have been weak as hell without him, you must admit.
Okay. So you could argue that it was weak as hell because of him. I just personally wouldn’t argue that. They may have been cheesy but I will admit to loving the hell out of some of his songs.
Anyhoo, now I must salute one of the greatest drum-break-ins of all time.
Phil Collins, “In The Air Tonight”
Here’s the classic video. Surely it’s embedding-disabled so I won’t even bother to try.
And of course here’s the hoary old urban legend about the song’s origin. (I’ll spoil the ending: it’s not true.)
On the other side, things look a lot different.
This is the last day of February. February is typically a motherfucker in my life. You’ll recall that just last year I attempted to sever a digit around about this time. This February has been … interesting. In a mildly harrowing but mostly growthful sense. It’s been an opportunity for me to ask some serious questions of myself. What I believe. Who I want to be. What is important. Shit like that.
I’m reminded of this old favorite of mine. And not just for the “Dr. Davis, telephone please…” refrain in the beginning, which is repeated as stock audio in so many hospital settings that it’s hysterical.
Queensryche, “Eyes of a Stranger”
But, see here Geoff-with-a-G, sometimes the mirror DOES lie, because your eyes will always interpret it for you…
I love finding treasure troves at random.
A week ago Saturday I was at the local branch of my public library to pick up a Dummies book on ice hockey. (Yes, I’m making yet another attempt to grow an interest in the NHL. So far this one is sticking a little bit.) While I was there, I reached over and grabbed The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Backpacking and Hiking. I thought it would be vaguely interesting, and it was. But while I was in that section, my eyes just happened to fall upon another book. I picked it up, glanced at the cover and the dust jacket text, and put it in the pile to check out. I’ve plowed through all three books in 10 days, and this one will someday rest on my personal bookshelf.
I just had to share these excerpts from my favorite book of 2011 (so far):
Perhaps, at the time, in our hearts, we do have an inkling that we’re only just beginning, but we don’t want to admit it. We can’t. To admit that would be to admit you don’t know what you’re doing, which would be to admit, that you have a long way to go, which would make the journey appear so daunting as to stymie even starting out. Better to believe you know what you’re doing and keep doing it until you do.
Heh. Been there and done that, brother.
But better than that is this. This is, IMHO, some damn good writing.
Adulthood is an insidious process of accretion. If you’re not vigilant, you begin to grow a shell, a carapace that you are expected to carry lightly: the rigid, high-stress hull of security, status, status quo. The thicker the better, right up until it crushes you. On the inside, whether you can still feel it or not, your soul is trying to claw its way out.
Uh: yep. That’s some scary truth right there. I’m trying to teach myself to shed as much of that carapace as is healthy. But damn, it’s hard stuff, and it runs counter to most of what we’re taught (or, more likely, absorb by osmosis) as kids.
I highly recommend the book, folks. It’s called The Hard Way: Stories of Danger, Survival, and the Soul of Adventure by Mark Jenkins, an avid climber and outdoor writer. My penis-equipped friends will especially appreciate it, methinks.