sgt. cold toes.

sweet moses it's cold. I'm currently bundled up in a very sweet, but very drafty hotel in Decatur, GA. The show tonight at Eddie's Attic was a fun one, as always. Man, I love that place. I really wasn't sure about Scott Miller at first, but now I'm growing to really really like him and his songs. It's just he and his road manager and Al.
Turning in pretty early. Life is crazy with a pregnant woman in tow. In a totally sober, frequently napping sort of crazy way. :)

where the city in october looks like fire...

Just got back from chattanooga where Sandra played at Rhythm & Brews tonight. It was a smokey room, but a really cool taproom. We're staying at my friend Whit's childhood home. His parents are wonderful and have been so hospitable and kind. Not to mention the huge bonus of seeing the pictures of Whit as a 5 year old modeling child's fashions in the newspaper. Sooooo worth the trip.

a wrinkle in mind.

I started getting sick last night. I laid down feeling achy and exhausted after a loooong day of running junk up from the basement to the attic all day. After not being able to sleep and starting to feel sicker, I got up and drank the rest of the NyQuil. Somewhere in my drugged waking/sleeping, I conjured up an idea for a new toy. In the dreamstate, I think I had just had them manufactured, but alas, this morning they are only existant in my imagination. I had created little army men... you know... for kids. Only, instead of army men, they were famous figures of non-violence. We placed them carefully in lines, facing each other. Ghandi, Martin Luther King, Jr., and Mother Theresa stood face to face with and Rosa Parks. Needless to say, nothing much happened. And I enjoyed this for hours. http://www2.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif

I picked up Derek from the airport yesterday, fresh in from speaking and playing at the Veritas Forum. Upon his suggestion, I went searching today for the talks from the event. Apparently not posted yet, I began digging through the archives and found a couple of talks from Madeleine L'engle.






I'm listening now to her writer's workshop on searching for truth through fantasy. She has done (and continues to do) such an amazing job of letting truth spread wide into the vastness it must have to exist. She understands, perhaps, the same idea C.S. Lewis had when he wrote of the gods in "Until We Have Faces", "whatever can be said clearly about them cannont be said truly".

Some of the more resonant quotes thus far:

"Nothing happens in isolation. Everything effects everything else. You can never say, "It's my own business". It's the business of the entire cosmos. The scientists have discovered that nothing can be said objectively, because to look at something is to change it and be changed by it." And so it is. With science and with the difficult task of loving one another.

"When you write, don't think. Write."

And in honor of Martin Luther King day... one last quote from Dr. King.

"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter."

you ought to be with me

01.06.07.... watched high fidelity
01.07.07.... took up mission to get some bitchin vinyl
.... mission accomplished.
01.08.07.... emailed parental units requesting permission to reclaim thier entire vinyl collection this weekend.
..... listened to the beatles, iron & wine, joni mitchell, blood, sweat & tears, and (currently) al green records.
..... damn. if anyone can make you lovesick, it's al green.