Thursday, April 29, 2010

safe travels

my brothers dreaming of a new land
where the rivers wind through the villages

and the people breathe so easily
all the reachin' trees go the same way

don't have to go
i know you know you know
but if you gotta go

safe travels

Saturday, April 24, 2010

hold me like you used to...

From yeasayer

thank you sleighbells and yeasayer. it was a great show.

Thursday, April 15, 2010


the day i met you i went mad

the trees and the buildings all blew up

sparks they flew into the air

lightning flew from your hair

Sunday, April 11, 2010

do you still want to blow him up?

From b&w polaroid

no, we're out of dynamite anyway.
it is beautiful, steve.
yeah, it is pretty good isn't it... i wonder if it remembers me...

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

we are so smooth now, our edges are beaten, drift wood whittled down.

today during my health 100 class, there was a young father trying to manage a fussy baby and pay attention to the lecture at the same time. our regular professor had given the time over to a guest lecturer and was now seated taking notes near the father of the fussy child. the poor father had to get up several times to exit the room for fear that his child would distract his peers. as the father exited the room carrying his child for the third time, our professor left her seat and followed him into the hallway. soon after, the father returned empty handed and sat down in his seat to take notes. nearing the end of the lecture our professor returned and, at the appropriate time, moved to the microphone, thanked the guest lecturer and happily dismissed the class all while carrying the student's now cheerful child.
i could not invent a better example to illustrate an ideal teacher's desire to help a student learn. even to the point of bearing the student's burden momentarily so that he could focus on the material, this teacher taught the most important of concepts - service through sacrifice.

Monday, April 5, 2010

conference, conversation, and cycles.

everything seems to have been placed back into perspective. through the last few months things have slowly slid out of alignment and become increasingly difficult to keep between the lines. no, perhaps the road had been left completely with the lines completely out of sight. without the smooth pavement beneath me the rocks and roots rattled my bones as any progress made was costly and ineffectual. did i leave for some phantom shortcut? was i enticed by the prospect of food or drink? it doesn't matter. i left, but now i feel like my wheels have been trued and they roll smoothly down the pavement again. my hands once numbed by cruel vibrations begin to tingle with the return of blood and feeling. head up, eyes fixed on the horizon, speed comes effortlessly and the wind's touch on my brow affirms my resolve.

Friday, April 2, 2010

there will be snacks there will.

we were so tired of being mild...