Grace in Small Things

  1. Watching Mike’s parents, especially his mom, fawn all over Dexter.  Silly.
  2. The way his dad calls me Hon.  Or maybe it’s Hun, but still.
  3. Finally going to his aunt’s house for Thanksgiving.  Hard to believe we got out of that for what, seven years?  That’s ridiculous.
  4. Christmas Ale!  
  5. Goofy games with my parents and siblings and our significant others.  So, what’s yours like?  Hilarious.

Grace in Small Things

  1. A coworker asking “So how’s your Save-the-World thing going?” without sarcasm.
  2. Having a not-too-depressing answer to the question.
  3. Winning stuff, both theoretically deserved awards and random giveaway stuff.
  4. The former references a “Rising Star” honor the CASA program is apparently bestowing upon me.
  5. The latter means I get a free facial this weekend thanks to dropping a business card in a fishbowl in a coffee shop a few months ago.  
  6. Bonus – that reminds me, I never settled on or submitted a design for the business cards I won…but the email doesn’t give an expiration date.  Must remember to not accidentally forfeit free stuff!

Sad Excuse for a Blogger

Wow, a whole week without a single GiST, even.  Apparently there’s a part of my brain that thinks SAVE AS DRAFT counts or something.  One of these years I’ll commit to NaBloPoMo but this is clearly not the year for it.  I feel guilty enough about putting nothing up here as it is.  Ah yes, Modern Guilt.  At this point, why not?  This video both creeps me out and cracks me up.  Hugs.

Modern Guilt “Modern Guilt” from Beck Hansen on Vimeo.

I feel uptight when I walk in the city
I feel so cold when I’m at home
Feels like everything’s starting to hit me
I lost my bearings ten minutes ago
Modern guilt, I’m stranded with nothing
Modern guilt, I’m under lock and key
Is turning into convention
Don’t know what I’ve done but I feel ashamed
Standing outside the glass on the sidewalk
These people talk about impossible things
And I’m falling out of the conversation
Like a pawn piece in a human shield
Modern guilt is all in our hands
Modern guilt won’t get me to bed
Say what you will
Smoke your last cigarette
Don’t know what I’ve done but I feel afraid

Video & lyrics from

Music for Monday

Orphans – Beck – Modern Guilt

Modern Guilt “Orphans” from Beck Hansen on Vimeo.

Think I’m stranded but I don’t know where
I got this diamond I don’t know how to shine
In the sun where the dark winds wail
And these children leave their rulers behind
As we cross ten leagues from a rubicon
The matchsticks for my bones
If we can learn how to freeze ourselves alive
We can learn to leave these burdens to burn
Cast out these creatures of woe
Who shatter themselves
Fighting the fire with your bare hands
Now my journey takes me further south
I want to hear what the blind men sing
With their fossils and their gypsy bones
I’ll stand beside myself so I’m not alone
And how can I make new again what rusts every time it rains
And the rain it comes and floods our lungs
We’re just orphans in a tidal wave’s wake
If I wake up and see my maker coming
With all of his crimson and his iron desire
We’ll drag the streets with the baggage of longing to be loved or destroyed
From a void to a grain of sand in your hand

Starting to think my Beck kick’s got longevity.  Takes me a lot more repetition of the Modern Guilt tracks to get to the point where I need to stop listening to it for a while to enjoy it as much.  Or maybe I’m just not trying hard enough to wear it out.  In any case, am still enjoying thoroughly.  What are y’all listening to these days?