Whaddya think?
Song #2: "Forget and Not Slow Down." It's the height of Relient K musically and lyrically so far. Just a great song. For jamming with the windows down, for waking up, for exercise...for thinking?
This is kind've a stalk song that I knew was going to be on this list, whereas with Love Affair I just kinda stumbled upon it and remembered its awesome (yes, possessive its).
matt
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Hot 100
Inspired by myself, and maybe subconsciously by Tommy's amigo's 100 days of music, I'm going to do a song everyday for the next 100 days or so, slowly creating a list of my favorite 100 songs. They're all going to have to have words, and they're not going to be classical. It's going to reflect my life and my tastes over the last 10 years or so. I'm going to be posting every song here with some thoughts. I started another blog where I'm going to be posting more..."content"ish things, where I'll include different analysis and more polished crap.
Anyways, the first song is "Love Affair" by Copeland. These will be in no particular order but the order I find them on any given day. Maybe I'll create and alphabetical index. Suffice it to say this will be the greatest playlist of all time bar none. Of course.
Anyways, "Love Affair" (and all of Eat, Sleep, Repeat is filled with them) has one of the most instantly memorable melody's I've heard in its chorus. The instrumental interlude is stinking awesome. The intro piano is the same. The actual poetry is about (to me) stolen innocence, heartbreak, and of course hope! It's one of those songs I found a few years ago and tried to naively fit into my experience. Modern reader syndrome as Dr. Margaritis would say. There's a lot good in appreciating something...objectively (most overbroad, vague, understatement ever).
...and I just figured out Copeland is now defunct as of last year. Too bad...hate hearing those things. Mae went recently too. Ahh well.
As far as recent news is concerned, Dane Burgess pointed me towards this: "Do not rejoice when your enemy falls, And do not let your heart be glad when he stumbles; lest the LORD see it and be displeased, and turn away his anger from him." (Proverbs 24:18-19). Dane actually only put up the first part, but, as Matt Dugan pointed out, the second verse brings the focus back where it belongs in all things. Vengeance is the Lord's. Justice is the Lord's. So that's where I am on that.
Reading some disheartening news about John Ellis (of Tree 63) fame, I wound up looking up Tree 63's namesake Bible passage, Psalm 63, again. at the end of Psalm 62 I found what is now one of my favorite verses for sure, "One things God has spoken, two things have I heard: That you, O God, are strong, and that you, O Lord, are loving."
Anyway, Today was good. We watched Kim Jongilia in Class today. I got to say I'd seen it before. So I guess that's good for my fragile connection with Dr. Parris. It's a sickening video. Makes you realize how pointless all that "never again" post WWII rhetoric is. I'd encourage people to watch it. I'm still struggling myself to think of what can be done. What I can do.
Anyways again. Today. Got out of bed at 7:48 after ignoring my 7 am alarm. Went to class looking alright though. Did a lot of dishes. Did a little studying.
Oh yeah! Me, Matt, Jake, Aaron, and Christian signed the lease on our house for next year. A soberingly large commitment. I've got to get my finances straight for next year. The landlord, Alex, and his wife (?) seem like they're going to be awesome people. and I know my roommates are going to be awesome people. The house is in the Barkley area, just down the road from Greg & Steph, and Shiloh & Theresa. Now that we're actually geographically inside the Barkley area (we've been attending the Barkley Gospel Community for Redeemer) I'm hoping we can really start to get involved in the community. It's a big 5 bedroom place...for a pretty good price I do believe. Lots of space to host GC or w/e community events we'll surely be putting together. Matt and I are already planning on doing Wednesday Night Worship the way Jake and he remember it last year. Acoustic and intimate and all...it's going to be awesome to be around all these awesome peeps.
Jake and I had a wonderful talk Sunday night. Alleviated a good deal of tension. and. Yeah. General excitement in that largely clandestine area of my life. But not really.
The board is set. The pieces are in motion...
I ate the biggest burrito I've ever seen after church Sunday. We went to this place called "Casa Que Pasa" and man...that thing was the size of a new born baby I swear. Fried potatoes was the trademark ingredient. and it was stinking awesome. Definitely going to be come a repeat visitor.
I received the highest score on our 311 midterm it turns out. At least the objective portion. That was nice and affirming. I think I'll be alright.
Also. Lodrick and Matt spent 30 seconds staring in awe at my biceps/arms in general. That's right. I am the most awesome guy you know...sheesh. I really need to shed ~15 lbs though. (that didn't sound too jerkish did it? Ya'll know me.)
I think my sleep debt from my all-nighter last Thursday is almost paid in full.
Currently Listening: Copeland's Eat Sleep Repeat, Sanctus Real's Pieces of a Real Heart.
Anyways, the first song is "Love Affair" by Copeland. These will be in no particular order but the order I find them on any given day. Maybe I'll create and alphabetical index. Suffice it to say this will be the greatest playlist of all time bar none. Of course.
Anyways, "Love Affair" (and all of Eat, Sleep, Repeat is filled with them) has one of the most instantly memorable melody's I've heard in its chorus. The instrumental interlude is stinking awesome. The intro piano is the same. The actual poetry is about (to me) stolen innocence, heartbreak, and of course hope! It's one of those songs I found a few years ago and tried to naively fit into my experience. Modern reader syndrome as Dr. Margaritis would say. There's a lot good in appreciating something...objectively (most overbroad, vague, understatement ever).
...and I just figured out Copeland is now defunct as of last year. Too bad...hate hearing those things. Mae went recently too. Ahh well.
As far as recent news is concerned, Dane Burgess pointed me towards this: "Do not rejoice when your enemy falls, And do not let your heart be glad when he stumbles; lest the LORD see it and be displeased, and turn away his anger from him." (Proverbs 24:18-19). Dane actually only put up the first part, but, as Matt Dugan pointed out, the second verse brings the focus back where it belongs in all things. Vengeance is the Lord's. Justice is the Lord's. So that's where I am on that.
Reading some disheartening news about John Ellis (of Tree 63) fame, I wound up looking up Tree 63's namesake Bible passage, Psalm 63, again. at the end of Psalm 62 I found what is now one of my favorite verses for sure, "One things God has spoken, two things have I heard: That you, O God, are strong, and that you, O Lord, are loving."
Anyway, Today was good. We watched Kim Jongilia in Class today. I got to say I'd seen it before. So I guess that's good for my fragile connection with Dr. Parris. It's a sickening video. Makes you realize how pointless all that "never again" post WWII rhetoric is. I'd encourage people to watch it. I'm still struggling myself to think of what can be done. What I can do.
Anyways again. Today. Got out of bed at 7:48 after ignoring my 7 am alarm. Went to class looking alright though. Did a lot of dishes. Did a little studying.
Oh yeah! Me, Matt, Jake, Aaron, and Christian signed the lease on our house for next year. A soberingly large commitment. I've got to get my finances straight for next year. The landlord, Alex, and his wife (?) seem like they're going to be awesome people. and I know my roommates are going to be awesome people. The house is in the Barkley area, just down the road from Greg & Steph, and Shiloh & Theresa. Now that we're actually geographically inside the Barkley area (we've been attending the Barkley Gospel Community for Redeemer) I'm hoping we can really start to get involved in the community. It's a big 5 bedroom place...for a pretty good price I do believe. Lots of space to host GC or w/e community events we'll surely be putting together. Matt and I are already planning on doing Wednesday Night Worship the way Jake and he remember it last year. Acoustic and intimate and all...it's going to be awesome to be around all these awesome peeps.
Jake and I had a wonderful talk Sunday night. Alleviated a good deal of tension. and. Yeah. General excitement in that largely clandestine area of my life. But not really.
The board is set. The pieces are in motion...
I ate the biggest burrito I've ever seen after church Sunday. We went to this place called "Casa Que Pasa" and man...that thing was the size of a new born baby I swear. Fried potatoes was the trademark ingredient. and it was stinking awesome. Definitely going to be come a repeat visitor.
I received the highest score on our 311 midterm it turns out. At least the objective portion. That was nice and affirming. I think I'll be alright.
Also. Lodrick and Matt spent 30 seconds staring in awe at my biceps/arms in general. That's right. I am the most awesome guy you know...sheesh. I really need to shed ~15 lbs though. (that didn't sound too jerkish did it? Ya'll know me.)
I think my sleep debt from my all-nighter last Thursday is almost paid in full.
Currently Listening: Copeland's Eat Sleep Repeat, Sanctus Real's Pieces of a Real Heart.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Bryan Beale
was my band teacher for three years at Central Kitsap Junior High. Everyone always gives band teachers an inordinate amount of flak, compared to other teachers, who still get their own hefty serving of grumbling. Me (and my lovely sister) along with a few more level headed people I know understood that they are people too, and usually extraordinary people. Mr. Beale was one of those extraordinary people. He was a great band teacher, who left the world yesterday morning when he was struck by an SUV that ran a red light. He was enthusiastic about music and education. He was a goofball with a lot of moral substance. He played trumpet pretty darn well. He thought I was a good kid. He put up with a lot and accomplished more. I was able to be a part of what I think was some quality music making with him, and during my time in his class I got my first taste of the awesome years I had ahead of me in music. And I'm really thankful for that.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Bogged Down
This weekend wrapped up pretty well. Pretty darn well. Unfortunately I haven't been able to enjoy it at all because of my 311 midterm. I've turned it in and it's still bothering me. I rewrote it maybe 6 times. I didn't find myself pressed for space (he said we should be) so that worries me more. It was not hard to fit into three pages. I know I missed a lot of points. I just couldn't get it straight. So many sources seemed to say different things about the same thing. I thought it was going to be fun. It wasn't. This is probably my fault. I probably wasn't prepared. I know I wasn't.
Gal. Today has been the worst day of the year yet perhaps. My head is throbbing. and I think I'm slightly feverish.
When I can get that midterm, and the midterm in 307 I have tomorrow out of my head, I remember this weekend pretty fondly.
This has not, so far, been the quarter of my emergence as an adult. The first week was good. And then...the last three weeks, even without facebook, just...were terrible failures. If I'm looking just at productivity the curve between the last 20 days and today is a full 90 degree cliff. and the place is just...terribly messy. Worse than ever perhaps. But I'm pretty lugubrious. about these things. I could spend a whole 'nother day cleaning up around here though. But I really can't afford to this week at least. 310 essay is due Saturday at midnight, and I haven't begun to think about that. We start the Canterbury Tales (in middle English) on Thursday, and my objective based midterm for 311 is also Thursday. I'm advised to memorize his Powerpoint lecture notes. So that will be my Tuesday evening and Wednesday, interspersed with some reading on Korea. (I hoped to write my paper on this weeks theme in 310, which is the Korean Peninsula...but I am already a day behind on these weeks reading...).
Easter. Easter service good. Easter evening. a bit of a blur. Saturday. Beautiful. "A Serious Man." Terrible. Good Friday service...interesting. Intimate?
My hair is currently faux-hawked up. I just went insane after spending 5 hours making zero progress on that 311 midterm and plastered my hair with that moose...stuff. (Mousse? I don't know.)
Dave Snodgrass posted an article on the higher education "bubble" in America. My gears are grinding for sure...how is it that higher education costs outpace inflation by 651 points?
I don't know what to do but keep trudging on for this quarter right now. But. The more I read about the future the less time I think I want to spend in school. I guess that's a testament to me being more about appetite than passion after all. I don't want to be an old dude settling down. I want to spend more than half my twenties building a family more than anything. I don't know how to accomplish that practically though. and I don't exactly have someone waiting to build it with me either.
I'm losing sight of the Cross. On the day after Easter. Well. I'm smiling now at least.
I've got a chance to wake up early tomorrow and make it a better day than today. So. 15 minutes later. and I actually feel...pretty good.
I'm pretty upset. Because that camera dated all of my pictures wrong I deleted all of my pictures from Canada. But I still have this...
Currently listening: "Misty...", Copeland, Count Basie, "You make my dreams come true," David Crowder...passing from the C's into the D's.
Gal. Today has been the worst day of the year yet perhaps. My head is throbbing. and I think I'm slightly feverish.
When I can get that midterm, and the midterm in 307 I have tomorrow out of my head, I remember this weekend pretty fondly.
This has not, so far, been the quarter of my emergence as an adult. The first week was good. And then...the last three weeks, even without facebook, just...were terrible failures. If I'm looking just at productivity the curve between the last 20 days and today is a full 90 degree cliff. and the place is just...terribly messy. Worse than ever perhaps. But I'm pretty lugubrious. about these things. I could spend a whole 'nother day cleaning up around here though. But I really can't afford to this week at least. 310 essay is due Saturday at midnight, and I haven't begun to think about that. We start the Canterbury Tales (in middle English) on Thursday, and my objective based midterm for 311 is also Thursday. I'm advised to memorize his Powerpoint lecture notes. So that will be my Tuesday evening and Wednesday, interspersed with some reading on Korea. (I hoped to write my paper on this weeks theme in 310, which is the Korean Peninsula...but I am already a day behind on these weeks reading...).
Easter. Easter service good. Easter evening. a bit of a blur. Saturday. Beautiful. "A Serious Man." Terrible. Good Friday service...interesting. Intimate?
My hair is currently faux-hawked up. I just went insane after spending 5 hours making zero progress on that 311 midterm and plastered my hair with that moose...stuff. (Mousse? I don't know.)
Dave Snodgrass posted an article on the higher education "bubble" in America. My gears are grinding for sure...how is it that higher education costs outpace inflation by 651 points?
I don't know what to do but keep trudging on for this quarter right now. But. The more I read about the future the less time I think I want to spend in school. I guess that's a testament to me being more about appetite than passion after all. I don't want to be an old dude settling down. I want to spend more than half my twenties building a family more than anything. I don't know how to accomplish that practically though. and I don't exactly have someone waiting to build it with me either.
I'm losing sight of the Cross. On the day after Easter. Well. I'm smiling now at least.
I've got a chance to wake up early tomorrow and make it a better day than today. So. 15 minutes later. and I actually feel...pretty good.
I'm pretty upset. Because that camera dated all of my pictures wrong I deleted all of my pictures from Canada. But I still have this...
Currently listening: "Misty...", Copeland, Count Basie, "You make my dreams come true," David Crowder...passing from the C's into the D's.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Oh this is fun!
Sort've. I've posted about this piece at least 3 times before this, but I found a video of it with the sheet music scrolling past, which is awesome to watch. It's the BYU recording, which is...more full. but less dramatic than the Polyphony one in my opinion. Look at that 18 part swell...snap (forgive for maybe trying a little too hard to sound cool/smart/cultured).
Picking up the pieces...
"It is but a shadow and a thought that you love."
GC was good. Great even. probably the best I've been too.
To be continued...face ripping...tangled/pride and prejudice. (too remind myself). I'm tired. and. not feeling this right now. Tomorrow night though. Get ready.
Picking up the pieces...
"It is but a shadow and a thought that you love."
GC was good. Great even. probably the best I've been too.
To be continued...face ripping...tangled/pride and prejudice. (too remind myself). I'm tired. and. not feeling this right now. Tomorrow night though. Get ready.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Stretchiness explained!
So I know a lot of you have seen my apparently abnormally stretchy skin. I'm pretty sure I have this:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ehlers-danlos
At least mildly. I've got a lot of systems at least...starting with just the stretchy skin, which is picture perfect if you scroll through the page and look back at me. My join flexibility. I wouldn't call myself double jointed really, but my legs and arms...they are pretty...extendable. How I've sat/slept in the weirdest of positions. My shoulders dislocating and relocating so many times, and so easily. My hips feeling like they're going to dislocate. Easy bruising, paleness, crowded teeth, no earlobes! Velvety. Smooth. Skin. On the slightly hypochondriac side of things: my early onset arthritis! It even covers my lethargy and...interesting digestive history. Ok. I'm not letting it explain my lethargy. I'm chalking that up to my poor sleep habits.
Good thing is, whether I'm right or not, I'll still live a normal life span.
Today is going to be a good day. But even if I don't check everything off my list. I stand upon grace. Hallelujah.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ehlers-danlos
At least mildly. I've got a lot of systems at least...starting with just the stretchy skin, which is picture perfect if you scroll through the page and look back at me. My join flexibility. I wouldn't call myself double jointed really, but my legs and arms...they are pretty...extendable. How I've sat/slept in the weirdest of positions. My shoulders dislocating and relocating so many times, and so easily. My hips feeling like they're going to dislocate. Easy bruising, paleness, crowded teeth, no earlobes! Velvety. Smooth. Skin. On the slightly hypochondriac side of things: my early onset arthritis! It even covers my lethargy and...interesting digestive history. Ok. I'm not letting it explain my lethargy. I'm chalking that up to my poor sleep habits.
Good thing is, whether I'm right or not, I'll still live a normal life span.
Today is going to be a good day. But even if I don't check everything off my list. I stand upon grace. Hallelujah.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Thursday.
"...Take me, have Your way. Though I don't feel you I will believe. Take me, Lord I pray. Just have Your way with me."
I guess there's a song for every moment. I've been feeling really lonely. All week. Progressively more so. It's not due to a lack of good people around me though.
I still feel pretty lost at times. Not very sure of what I'm doing. I think that might be one of those things I'll have to do battle with all of my life.
The days go so fast. Nowadays. It seems. Anyways.
I know that the creator of all things cares. I know that I don't, and will not ever, understand everything I want to.
Looking out houses for next year with Jake, Matt, and Aaron. All of whom...well. They have something in common.
It's exciting thinking about having multiple bathrooms, possibly my own room, and above all things: a dishwasher.
It's late. For me. Goodnight.
Tree 63. Eric Whitacre. Yeah.
I guess there's a song for every moment. I've been feeling really lonely. All week. Progressively more so. It's not due to a lack of good people around me though.
I still feel pretty lost at times. Not very sure of what I'm doing. I think that might be one of those things I'll have to do battle with all of my life.
The days go so fast. Nowadays. It seems. Anyways.
I know that the creator of all things cares. I know that I don't, and will not ever, understand everything I want to.
Looking out houses for next year with Jake, Matt, and Aaron. All of whom...well. They have something in common.
It's exciting thinking about having multiple bathrooms, possibly my own room, and above all things: a dishwasher.
It's late. For me. Goodnight.
Tree 63. Eric Whitacre. Yeah.
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