I'm Back...
It's been a long week...I had the distinct pleasure of starting a new job, housesitting two beautiful children for a few days, visiting my alma mater to take in a hockey game at a gorgeous new arena, and teaching at a training event all day Saturday. It's been three days since I've even seen my computer. What a weird week. I have many blogs saved in my head...here's my current thoughts...I'm watching the Grammy's right now, and the Dixie Chicks blow my mind. Their performace was incredible, and the power behind the words they sang gave me chills. "It's a sad sad story when a mother will teach her, daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger. How in the world can the words that I said, Send somebody so over the edge, They'd write me a letter, saying that I better, Shut up and sing or my life will be over." Whew.
I got that guy's number from my friend (see Confession Time), but I haven't made the call yet. It's been easy to write it off to a crazy week, but that's ultimately unacceptable. Keep asking me about it.
I'd like to find a real cheap, beater guitar to keep in my cube. Suggestions? Anybody ever gone to a pawn shop? I think that would be fun. Anybody want to go with me? Imagine the stories we could tell...sorting through stolen drills, eight track tapes, mismatched sidetables and old diamond rings. Pawn shops have alwasys fascinated me. How do they still exist? In the age of ebay and craig's list, who says "let's go sell this at a pawn shop?" I feel like I'm going to naturally make some assumptions about pawn shop frequenters..like they stole what they're selling, like they need quick drug money, etc. etc. Man, I need a constant primer that judgement is the opposite of love. How quickly do I forget that...
Godspeed as white death approaches my friends. Much more briliiant writing where all this came from very soon. Peace.
I got that guy's number from my friend (see Confession Time), but I haven't made the call yet. It's been easy to write it off to a crazy week, but that's ultimately unacceptable. Keep asking me about it.
I'd like to find a real cheap, beater guitar to keep in my cube. Suggestions? Anybody ever gone to a pawn shop? I think that would be fun. Anybody want to go with me? Imagine the stories we could tell...sorting through stolen drills, eight track tapes, mismatched sidetables and old diamond rings. Pawn shops have alwasys fascinated me. How do they still exist? In the age of ebay and craig's list, who says "let's go sell this at a pawn shop?" I feel like I'm going to naturally make some assumptions about pawn shop frequenters..like they stole what they're selling, like they need quick drug money, etc. etc. Man, I need a constant primer that judgement is the opposite of love. How quickly do I forget that...
Godspeed as white death approaches my friends. Much more briliiant writing where all this came from very soon. Peace.
February 13, 2007 at 10:25 AM
This past year was the most dissapointed I have been with the Grammy awards and with the Dixie Chicks dominance, especially with album of the year; considering the other nominees were in my opinion had better albums and far more talented. I thought it was a poor example of the music writing community trying to forward their political opinions. Had the Chili Peppers or Gnarls Barkely been more outspoken against Bush, I think the voting would have been different. top
February 13, 2007 at 10:45 AM
How interesting...while I'm sure some of the voting was politically minded, I thought the album was excellent and enjoyed the whole thing. Musically who do you think was more deserving? I'm not familiar with the Gnarls Barkley album (only the single)and I love Stadium Arcadium, but thought the vote was right on...All hail freedom of choice when it comes to musical tastes! top
February 13, 2007 at 11:35 AM
I have been to a couple pawn shops. It was random, I wanted a "lindy star" ring, which is not even a nice stone really, it was just trendy in the 70's and they weren't making them anymore. Mom wanted to get me and my sis one so we went around to pawn shops looking. THE SHOPS WERE WEIRD. Lots of guitars. LOTS. All hanging from the ceiling. And LOTS of gawdy jewels. LOTS. And shady dudes working behind the counters. We had no luck finding the lindy star rings, mom ended up having them made for us. The pawn shops are a big deal in our home town b/c of the casino, which is quite sad really. Running out of money on the slots? Just go sell your wedding ring across the street for some quick cash... I think part of the whole point is that you sell something b/c you need money, then you go back and buy it back when you are doing ok again. its just that no one ever makes it back. top
February 15, 2007 at 8:02 PM
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