…that things can be impossibly bad in so many ways, and yet so new and exciting in many others…
life – what an adventure
Exciting new details (to me anyway) soon to come.
…that things can be impossibly bad in so many ways, and yet so new and exciting in many others…
life – what an adventure
Exciting new details (to me anyway) soon to come.
Exactly seven professors – Madison, Nilsson, Orozco, Paton, Robinson, Sarkis, and Togo – were hired in the years from 1989 through 1995. Each professor has one or more specialties, and any two professors hired in the same year or in consecutive years do not have a specialty in common. The professors were hired according to the following conditions:
Madison was hired in 1993, Robinson in 1991.
There is at least one specialty that Madison, Orozco, and Togo have in common.
Nilsson shares a specialty with Robinson.
Paton and Sarkis were each hired at least one year before Madison and at least one year after Nilsson.
Orozco, who shares a specialty with Sarkis, was hired in 1990.
You’ve got 8.75 minutes to figure it out…welcome to the LSAT Black Hole!
***From the October 2001 LSAT, produced by Law Services***
Today is my boy’s 5th birthday! Send him some good vibes!
Not only is it nearly impossible for me to believe that I have a 5 year old son, it is a real mystery to me how I came to be blessed with such a perfect little man. Being Daddy to Luke and his sisters is the greatest joy of my life, and I am continually blown away by this incredible opportunity.
Most of all, I am thankful…for this life, this family, this immeasurable blessing. Happy birthday, son. You’ve made your Daddy a proud, happy man!
OK, I’m back, hopefully for good. When I started this blog last year, it was intended to be a creative outlet for me, and for a time, it was just that. I found myself writing poetry again, often, and caring deeply about the wonderful comments I began to receive from friends and strangers. My pet project, the Song of the Day page, was a special joy, as I have always secretly envied music writers, and it was fun pretending to be one. Besides, who doesn’t want to read about and discover super-hot new rock and roll? I was really enjoying myself for a while, and looked forward to posting everyday. Then, plans began to change, I got busy working toward a new, exciting goal, and the writing just stopped.
Today, I am no less busy. I find myself studying feverishly for the LSAT (June 16, keep me in mind), working as much as ever to support my little family, and trying to enjoy my children’s childhood while I still can. But I also find that I miss this outlet, the opportunity to just display a random thought, explore a mood, or share a vital influence. I miss the idea of reaching out and touching the few of you who had made an attempt to read this nonsense, and I want that back. So, here goes, with some minor changes…
If ya’ll don’t mind, I’m ready to mix this blog up a bit. Some days are poetry days, some are music days, some are “What the hell am I doing?” days. And that’s just life, the whole beautiful, crazy mess. To attempt to compartmentalize those various depths and heights, to edit them on the fly, is to deny them their truth, their weight. Part of what makes the blog world so interesting is that we are all free to be ourselves, to speak our minds, to create, to muse, to bitch, to hope. And so I, with a little grace, am getting back to the keyboard. Some days this may read like a diary, some days like a novel (hopefully a good one), some days like Rolling Stone. I just want to keep the stone wet and the blade sharp. I want to communicate with you, whoever you are. I want to record my life… It’s just now getting to the good part…
If there is any one thing that can get me writing again, it is music. So, before I go tonight, I must introduce you to Justin Vernon, better known in the indie rock world as Bon Iver. This guy blew my mind when I first heard him a few weeks ago, and I am still reeling. His album, For Emma, Forever Ago, is available through virb.com, where you can also stream the entire LP. Vernon’s music displays everything wonderful about indie music today: haunting melodies, deeply personal lyrics, and innovative musicianship. Look, listen, be enthralled.
Normally, the videos would go right here, after that amazing intro, but WordPress seems to have changed their media links while I was away, and now I don’t know how to move stuff around. Anyway, vids are at the top! “The Wolves (Act 1 and 2)” is first, then “Blindsided.” Apparently, there are no “official” music videos for these songs, which is a real shame, because every song of this album is a cinematic gem screaming to be filmed.
P.S. – One of you techies please tell me how to put media where I want it to be in the post!
Do you ever get the feeling that your entire life has been leading up to one, decisive moment? Yeah, me too…
So, here’s the deal: I’m going to law school…in Colorado! Yep, I’m applying to University of Colorado (CU) in Boulder for the fall 2009 term. I’ll be moving my wonderful young family to the foot of the Front Range in pursuit of a life-long dream. And as if going to law school in the achingly beautiful Rocky Mountains is not enough to be excited about, we have The Rock of Front Range and Apostle Erich Hardy eagerly awaiting our arrival.
If you can’t tell from the photo, I’m WAY excited!
More details to come…
So, this week we have experienced the death of our beloved dog, Gibbard, and our scheduled Band of Horses show was just cancelled last-minute. Freaking flu! What the hell? Is it unlucky week? I mean I don’t really believe in luck, but geez…we’re gettin’ the short end of the stick here.
Therefore, in repsonse to Really Crappy Week, I am hereby starting my week over, right now, today…
Thursday is the new Monday.
Maybe I’ll get inked…
I’m writing music again, and this one is especially fresh. If you know the guy who this song is about, please punch him in the face!
Where have you gone
You golden-haired wonder
Diviner of mysteries
And parter of seas
Were these not enough
The blue weeping masses
Calling your name
Like a sea at your feet
Now you’re gone gone gone away
And your song no longer conveys
What my heart and soul so long to say
You’re just another sad place
So little remains
In the wake of your parting
Just a shadow of greatness
And a promise of rain
You fell like a seed
In the sweet soil of Dixie
But now we’re left tending
Your harvest of weeds
You had me spinning around
And I got lost in the beautiful sound
Now you’re nowhere to be found
You’ve drifted away…
And now in the sea
Your last hope has left you
And your eye’s casting wildly
For a silent reprieve
But drifting alone
With no hope or promise
You’re despairing for anchors
Lost by degrees
What can I say? I’ve been asleep…for a long time. But now I’ve awakened, as if from a dream, and everything seems new again. I’ve missed this world, this outlet…I think I’ll make up for some lost time…
So, what if everything you ever thought was grounded, I mean absolutely rock solid, was shaken…what would you cling to? Would you hold on at all? Or would you just let go?
Perhaps we can do both – grasp and release – hold on and let go – and in so doing, find our destiny…