October 31, 2009

Saturday Sing Along:

TV shows meet music videos. All the rage right now, and even The Office pulls it off... I really like Erin. And if Lady Ga-Ga sang this song, it would be #1 on the charts.

These songs caught my ear on my iPod. I don't know where any of them came from, but I like them.

The Veils - "The Letter"

Plants and Animals - "New Kind of Love (live)"

Greg Laswell - "The One I Love" (Don't bother watching the video. Just listen.)

Finally. Today is my mom's birthday. When we went to see Mamma Mia! together, and this song came on, I got a glimpse of how hard it is to let your children go.

I was telling someone recently that I've always felt that my mom holds on to me with open hands, which I appreciate. And don't worry, Mom. I'm not going anywhere. We can still have adventures and go places and share great moments. Happy Birthday!

October 30, 2009

Friday Vari-e-tay: Biz Markie-Who?

Dribbling teapot? Problem solved.

A study on polygamy in Siberia may uncover some helpful tips on boosting the economy....?

Girls. We're worth it.

How to avoid bad Powerpoint presentations. From the people who brought us Made to Stick, which I haven't read but will endorse anyway.

This song has been in my head off and on for weeks. Please excuse the awful "yo momma" jokes. Otherwise, you can't really ask for a better video. Girls with normal body types. Mozart-esque piano scenes.

My attempts to sing it to others have failed miserably...or sounded exactly like the original?

Just in case you didn't know, that was Biz Markie. Famous for such songs as - oh wait, just famous for that hit from 1989. Although he also does a beatboxing segment on Yo Gabba Gabba!, which is a kids' TV show that takes its name from a Ramones' song.

Huh. Not gonna lie, reading the wiki page is making me want to check it out.

Thoughtful Thursday: Observation, Interpretation, Application

On Thursday nights, I have a "Small Group Community" with my church. About fifteen of us get together to discuss Sunday's sermon, laugh, and pray together. I am glad it's a part of my life.

Tonight, I asked a question about the text (1 Samuel 5), and challenged people to stick specifically to observing. Often we jump ahead to interpreting and applying before we've given a thorough look at the facts we're examining.

As I was brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed, I thought about the week I just spent visiting Toronto and Montreal, exploring some potential options for change in my life. I spent most of my time observing, taking it all in and processing the data in front of me.

I've been trying to apply my thoughts and make a decision for awhile now. I want to know the next steps for my life, what kind of changes are coming down the chute and how I can prepare myself for them. Every new observation I have leads to six possible interpretations of its significance. This is tiring.

A friend asked me at an art show after small group if I have made up my mind. I laughed, and said it's only been 24 hours since I got home, and he laughed and said, "Yeah, twenty-four whole hours. That's enough time to decide!"

But the reality is that observation takes time, and if you jump into interpretation prematurely, then you're likely to make a wrong application.

So I'm just going to keep observing until I've nothing left to notice.

October 28, 2009

Wednesday's Word: St. George Station

I am riding the subway late in the morning. My earbuds are in and I am listening to Mute Math and Sufjan Stevens, thinking about the book I began while waiting for the train.

It is about the concept of story, and the lessons learned by a writer that not only affected how he viewed story-telling, but his very life. Our lives, after all, are no more than stories lived out in reality. We are both author and protagonist, creator and character.

I am mulling over what it means to have an over-arching narrative to my life story, and whether it is important that the things I do connect to one another. Is there a meaningful plot unfolding in my life? Is it possible or even desirable to draw the lines and form a picture from the uncertainty that I live in?

Changing trains at St. George Station, I start down the corridor toward the Yonge-University-Spadina line. My music is not loud in my ears – it never is – and as I approach the corner, I make out the metallic rhythms of a steel drum.

The thought occurs to me that the song in my ears will wait, but I will only have thirty seconds or so to listen to the hammered melody that is slowly growing louder. Popping out my earphones, I catch a three note progression that sounds familiar. Another five notes, and I'm confident that I know this song.

I walk taller, breathe slower; the tension leaves my shoulders. I feel a familiar sensation at the corners of my eyes and blink rapidly.

The joyful rhythm of a single steel drum echoes throughout the long corridor. Only a few other passengers are walking here, and none of them show the slightest recognition or interest in the song that fills the air.

How great Thou art
How great Thou art
Then sings my soul
My Saviour, God to Thee
How great Thou art

Reaching into my purse, I cross over to the musician's side of the hallway. I pause to drop some money in his case, and for a split-second, think I will cancel my appointments, call in to work and stay here all day, watching his mallets flick up and down.

He smiles at me.

"It's a beautiful song,” I say, returning the smile.
"Yes, it is,” he nods. I turn and continue walking, leaving my earphones out until the last hints of refrain are overshadowed by my arriving train.

Then sings my soul
My Saviour, God to Thee
How great Thou art
How great Thou art
How great Thou art

(Later, I tell a friend what happened, how I was moved to tears and filled with joy at the same time. I tell her about the book, and and how this moment seemed so disconnected from any potential plotline, but yet filled with beauty and significance.

"So does story matter, or not?” I wonder at the end, “And if so, what was that all about?”

"This wasn't a plot moment,” she answers confidently, “It was a relationship moment.”

"I look at her quizzically.

"It was you and God, sharing a moment. Building your relationship. Enjoying each other. And that's the most important part of your story.”)

October 27, 2009

Two'sday: Selfish vs Noble Me

Last night, I wrote down two lists that were in my head:

What Selfish Me Wants
  • to live somewhere warm
  • to be a part of a like-minded community
  • to write, create & be well-received
  • to be married
  • to not support raise

What Noble Me Wants
  • to spend more time with Jesus
  • to reach the unreached
  • to have courage
  • to be content apart from recognition
  • to love without conditions

October 23, 2009

Friday Vari-e-tay: Reading

I have been reading lots of great articles this week.

On interdependence and the decreased mobility of the average American. And I thought we were becoming more transient.

On writing under Annie Dillard. Lots of good tips for writers. I will read this again when I am in writing mode.

On Greenwich Mean Time and standardizing time around the world. Time is a funny concept.

On leadership and problem solving in organizations...I think this one will be quite helpful for me in addressing some work issues I'm mulling over.

October 21, 2009

Saturdays Sing Along

My friend Nadine and I were talking about a concert she recently attended.n Dead Man's Bones is made up of two guys. Ryan Gosling and someone else. This is their big hit song - fitting for a week before Halloween.

"My Body's a Zombie for You"

They did a cover of Nancy Sinatra's "Bang Bang." From which I introduced Nadine to K'naan's "Bang Bang."

Because I'm still hung up on Donora - and because I love pianos.

"I Think I Like You"

Donora's song "Shout" has a two-note progression that is reminiscent of The Police's "Message in a Bottle" and as a result I have been singing it all week.

One of my music-savvy friends has told me that Mumford and Sons are going to be the next big thing. Not wanting to be left off the bandwagon, I of course, started listening to them. Then I decided to include them in this blog, so that if/when they are big,

"Little Lion Man" (contains some profanity)

I forget how this came up last night, but I really love this song by The Format. Actually, I love the whole album Dog Problems. I also love love.

"Inches and Falling"

The end. I love Saturdays and music and youtube and today, Toronto too.

Wednesday's Word: WCW

When I was in Saskatoon last month, I came across an illustrated children's biography of WIlliam Carlos Williams. This reminded me of how much I love his poetry, and I downloaded a small anthology.

Here are my favourites so far.


Again I reply to the triple winds
running chromatic fifths of derision
outside my window:
Play louder.
You will not succeed. I am
bound more to my sentences
the more you batter at me
to follow you.
And the wind,
as before, fingers perfectly
its derisive music.

Memory of April

You say love is this, love is that:
Poplar tassels, willow tendrils
the wind and the rain comb,
tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip --
branches drifting apart. Hagh!
Love has not even visited this country.


Subtle clever brain, wiser than I am,
by what devious means do you contrive
to remain idle? Teach me, O master.

The Gentle Man

I feel the caress of my own fingers
on my own neck as I place my collar
and think pityingly
of the kind women I have known.

and the ever classic:

The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends

a red wheel

glazed with rain

beside the white

October 20, 2009

Two'sday: The Shower

1. The showerhead in my house is located roughly at the base of my neck. I have to tilt my head sideways or crouch to wash my hair. This problem would be solved if I owned this shower head from Vado:

(img from Gizmodo)

2. No matter the situation, I hate the first burst of the shower. I always flinch. It's never the right temperature. In that moment, as I wait for the water to startle me, I don't want to get wet. I don't like to shower.

October 19, 2009

Mondays Mean More: Family

There are few things in my life that mean more to me than my family.

I was reminded of this by the level of disappointment I felt at the 5 hour delay in arriving in Ontario yesterday. It wasn't just about a change in plans, or wondering what to do for 3 hours in an airport. I had specifically planned to fly out early so that I could enjoy an evening of family. Having that taken away was harder than I thought, especially since I had seen so much of my family this summer.

But the little bit of time I had with them was better than none at all. I love a lot of things about my family.

I love that Grampie tells the same four stories every time I see him, but they still make me cry. At 90 years old, he walks for an hour every day, recently had heart surgery, and is in the middle of cataract removal (one down, one to go). And he cries when he talks about missing his wife of 62 years.

I love that my nephew can say "pterodactyl." Every time I talk to the family I hear more stories about him. How he sings Veggie Tales. How he runs up to my sister for a hug. How he takes care of "Aunt Beth's Dolly" and snuggles with it when he naps at my parents'. I love that he had to give me another kiss before he left, and that he looked genuinely sad when my mom said he wouldn't see me for a long time.

I love that my sister laughed with me, talked with me, lent me pyjamas and socks. She listened to me chatter the whole drive from Toronto, even though she had to be up early to work in the morning. She offered to jump on me when she came in my "bedroom" to say goodbye.

I love that my mom started wondering about the boys in my life before we were even home. We went for brunch this morning and talked about all manner of things, all of them not related to dating. I love that too.

I love that my dad didn't let me hug him for fear of giving me "The Hiney," a nickname for H1N1 that my friend Laura introduced me to, and which I have just introduced to Ontario. But he made a joke about his recently returned beard, and I insisted that we could be in the same room without mortal danger to my life.

I love that my sister-in-law had Jake all ready to go when we came to get him, that she's a great mother, and that she always leaves me wishing I had more time to chat.

(I didn't love that my brothers weren't available for a visit. One, I left in BC. The other was sleeping before a night shift. Sadness.)

October 18, 2009

Sunday is Fun-day

Today there were three fun things on my list.

a) Seeing my family.
b) uploading pictures from yesterday's wedding.
c) Great WestJet service.

Well, it is 10am. I am supposed to be in Calgary. I am not. There was chaos this morning at YVR. (Hooray for free wireless!)

Nonetheless, I have high hopes for hanging with my family (apparently Dad is sick? sleep all afternoon, Dad!). And I have more time for the photos.

And I'm sure that once I get on the flight, the service will be great. It may have been chaos in the check-in line, but these counter folks have been spending the last hour trying to get my flights sorted out.

I applaud that.

October 17, 2009

Saturdays Sing Along

Today's Soundtrack.

a) Mutemath. I lost them, and now they are found. My second-ever concert here in Vancouver.

"Obsolete" - from their first show here, which I wasn't at.

b) Joshua Radin's "Today." Today I am being assistant photographer at a wedding. This song makes me think of weddings (Apparently Ellen thinks the same).

c) Jurassic 5. If you're into rap or hip-hop, or if you've ever walked the "Thin Line" of being just friends with someone.

d) Plain White T's. Because "Delilah" isn't their only catchy song.

"Hate (I Really Don't Like You)"

e) Gene Kelly. Cause I'll be "Singing in the Rain" myself this afternoon...

October 16, 2009

Friday Vari-e-tay: Martha, Jewerly, Gingitivis & More

1. Pretty jewelry on Etsy.com.

2. I paid my bills today. Early. Because this dialogue from He's Just Not That Into You makes sense.

Alex: Guys invented the "spark" so that they could not call, and treat you kind of bad, and keep you guessing, and they convince you that that anxiety and that fear that they're throwing at you is actually, just a "spark". And you guys all buy it. You eat it up. And you love it. You love it because you feed off that drama. You all love that drama.

Gigi: I don't.

Oh really? So you never wait until the last minute on a deadline or phone bill because secretly you kind of love the drama of not knowing whether or not you're going to make it?


And let me guess. When you were stalking Conor the other night, were you obsessing about him calling, constantly pacing back and forth and staring at your phone for days even though the date was just kind of mediocre?

Ha. Okay, yeah?

Because you all thrive on the drama!
3. All week I have been reading this article on Martha Stewart in little pieces. It's fascinating. And it proves (in my opinion) that farming, self-sufficiency, and the simple life are indeed a luxury available only to the wealthy. Or perhaps the incarcerated...

4. I don't like going to the dentist. Not because I am in danger of getting gingivitis (interestingly, low calcium intake is linked to increased chances of gingivitis), or the fact that even mentioning gingivitis makes me think of the basement office my childhood dentist had, complete with fake wood panelling on the walls and a giant poster of a grimacing green monster that I think was Gingivitis. No, I don't like the dentist because I have TMJ syndrome and holding my mouth open so wide for so long is painful. On the plus side, I left with a new toothbrush, three sample tubes of toothpaste, and an order to come every six months. Sigh.

5. Everyone should be listening to
Donora these days. Don't they look fun?

Thoughtful Thursday: Cycles of Failure

A friend of mine has a blog entitled ____ Is Always Thinking. I am confident I could appropriate the same title for myself. The trick today is not what to write about but which to write about: topic a, b, or c.

I chose b).

Do you ever find yourself in a cycle of failed attempts? Whatever it is you're trying to accomplish, or whatever belief it is you're trying to change, you go around and around but don't make much progress.

Sometimes, this astounds me. It is one thing to unintentionally or obliviously make the same mistake. But I wonder why it is that recognizing our futile efforts is not enough to guarantee change. We can recognize our need for change. We can desire change. We can attempt change.

But that doesn't equal change.

I wonder what it is that repeated failure accomplishes. Is it merely to humble us? Is it to point out the fact that will and effort are not enough - that we as humans are limited and imperfect? Are there things we learn through ongoing lack of success that we would learn no other way?

Is it arrogant, ambitious, stupid, or persevering to be convinced that someday we'll get where we want to be?

October 14, 2009

Daily Blogging

I've been trying to blog every day. Sometimes it's hard, but I think that if I came up with a theme/focus for each day of the week, I could do it. Coming up with a tentative plan for blogging has been as difficult as actually doing it:

  • Sunday is Funday - amusing tidbits.
  • Mondays Mean More - I'm not sure what this would include, but I like the way it rolls of my tongue.
  • Two'sday - two. of something. anything, really.
  • Wednesday's Word - literature, grammar, the written word.
  • Thoughtful Thursday - something thoughtful and honest. not that I usually lie on here.
  • Friday Vari-e-tay - a smorgasbord of links, videos, and the like.
  • Saturdays Sing Along - on music that is in my head, and probably on my iPod.

October 13, 2009

October 13th (Obviously)

Three years ago, to the day, I moved to Vancouver. I like Vancouver (that is why I'm still here).

Thirty-some years ago, to the day, my friend Laura was born. I like Laura (that is why we are friends). Here are some of the reasons why.

1. She makes delicious food. All the time.
2. She has a lovely smile.
3. She likes books.
4. She likes talking about books.
5. She is a great host.
6. She makes friends easily.
7. She welcomed me when I was new.
8. She is competitive.
9. She thinks about things that I think about.
10. She cares about peoples' lives.
11. She tells it like it is.
12. She is a good listener.
13. She prays for me when I ask her to.
14. She encourages me to be creative.
15. She laughs with, but not at, me.
16. She is generous.
17. She is a good driver.
18. She knits.
19. She, like Gladys, loves Jesus but drinks a little...

And with that, I wish you a Happy Birthday, Laura!!!

October 12, 2009

Sundays are Fun-days

A list of good things from today:

  1. A beautiful sunrise. I may not like being up that early (or rather, that sunrise is so late), but at least it was a lovely sight.
  2. Holding a baby as he falls asleep. Nothing is more soothing.
  3. Seeing people I like at church.
  4. Getting a ride home - much faster than the bus.
  5. Laughter and lunch in the kitchen with a roommate.
  6. Rest.
  7. My cousin arrives!
  8. First ever visit to Wreck Beach. It really is lovely. And we almost made it without any nudity.
  9. Delicious dinner, cooked by another great roommate.
  10. Remembering how much I love when family and friend are one and the same.
  11. Four hours of mind-numbing but entertaining television.
  12. Catching a grammar mistake imprinted forever in someone's house courtesy of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition.
  13. A "long-lost" roommate makes a surprise visit upstairs. He comes with bags of bread, boy advice, and new music for my iPod.
  14. Anticipating tomorrow. Nothing to do but cook, clean, and look forward to a dinner for 16! Guaranteed to be fun. Hopefully delicious as well.

October 10, 2009

Soraya M.

While in Saskatoon, my friend Charlotte and I went to see a movie. It was called The Stoning of Soraya M., and it was devastating. In the credits, it mentions that it is based on a book of the same title, which is a true story recounted to a journalist by Soraya's Aunt Zahra.

Today, I picked up the book from the library. It is a small book, easy to read. But hard to digest. The title gives away that it is not a happy ending. But you should read it anyway, because the status of women in many countries, including but not limited to Muslim societies, is sorely in need of betterment.

I was unsettled by the movie for a couple of days. Reading the book, I am unsettled again.

So what can
I do? is the general gist of my thoughts.

October 8, 2009

Aren't I?

Notice anything strange here: I'm allowed to write this sentence, aren't I?

It occurred to me recently that the phrase "aren't I" is peculiar. Either it is an exception to normal grammatical rules, or it is a commonly accepted mistake.

(5 minutes later)

The internet tells me that "amn't I" is still used colloquially in Scotland and Ireland (one more reason I love the Isles). A suggested etymology is that the difficulty of pronouncing the "m-n" combination develops the contraction into "an't I" which in a British non "r" pronouncing dialect, sounds remarkably the same as "aren't." Which is what it became over time.

In other etymological news, I had been puzzling over the phrase, "the world is your oyster," for some time. I knew what it meant - that the world is at your fingertips, everything is available to you, etc - but not why.

So I looked it up a couple of weeks ago. It's a quote from Shakespeare's Merry Wives of Windsor.

Why, then the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.

If you have money, you have anything you want. Thank you, Shakespeare, for yet another cultural staple.

(I really am a nerd, aren't I?)

Brought To You By...

Today was a TV-heavy day. I watched part of Ellen while working & then prepping dinner. I watched Bones (love it). And I watched Glee (still torn).

And let me tell you, folks. When I was little, we sure didn't have this many commercials. It seems to me that the commercials get nearly as much air time as the show itself.

I don't need that many snack and bathroom breaks.

From now on, I'm not feeling any qualms about watching my TV online. On my terms, my time. With far fewer commercials for products I will never buy or use.* If I have to wait a day or two, so be it.

Take that, TV.

*my current most-hated commercial is for some sort of weight-loss program whose tagline is, "It's not you, it's your metabolism!"

October 7, 2009

Tuesday Night is By Donation

I have been thinking a lot about art lately. Ever since I read My Name is Asher Lev. I've been mulling over the role of the artist in society, the responsibilities of the artist (if such a thing exists), and the motivation(s) for creating art.

I went to the Vancouver Art Gallery today. I was thorough. I looked at every piece there - except for one film and half of another film piece. I even walked past the off-site exhibit on my way there and got a good look at the larger-than-life photographs.

There were a lot of photographs.

A series of photographs by Scott McFarland are mainly composites of multiple landscape photos, taken over the course of a day or a year and edited with small discrepancies - shadows pointing in different directions or a tree blooming out of season. Several could be paired together as the same scene save minute changes - the season of a particular tree, or the cloud formations in the sky.

Another exhibit showcased visual media that combined still photography and film of relatively mundane scenes. Some moments seemed to be a combination of both, where part of the image was fully still while another showed the slow motions of a relatively static film. Watching was somewhat soothing and nearly boring.

Both displays challenge the commonly held notion of photography as capturing a single moment in time and space. It also intrigued me to realize that I was able to notice that something looked not-quite-right or a little surreal, but had difficulty identifying exactly what it was that was "off" without any prompting. (The human mind is a complex thing.)

Emily Carr's charcoal drawings were lovely to behold. My two favourites are both "untitled" and a little difficult to describe.

As always, there were a handful of works that made me ask, "Really? This is art?" Perhaps if I'd had a personal and knowledgeable tour guide, their explanations would have quelled my resistance to a sheet of purple feathers or a photo of a dusty cellar corner as being worthy of the Art Gallery.

Other Assorted Art Gallery Thoughts:
  • I love visual art.
  • I need to be able to process art with others.
  • Cell phones should not be allowed to ring in art galleries.
  • People should be courteous and speak in hushed tones in art galleries. They should not crack their necks/backs/bones while sitting in a relatively quiet and communal space.

A Few Out-of-Context Quotes From Earlier in the Day:
  • "I don't know if they eat cell phones or what...but they are always buying cell phones."
  • "This is almost as awkward as being in a bathtub together."
  • "Do you want some cookie?" "No thanks." "Wow, you really did have a bad day!"

October 5, 2009

Still Laughing

Last night, a quote from a friend:

"I'll be volunteering my pants off at the high school - no wait, that's inappropriate. I'll be volunteering my heart out at the high school next month."

October 4, 2009

Too Much Happiness

To anyone who's in need of a little literature, I'd like to recommend Alice Munro's most recent collection of short stories, entitled Too Much Happiness. I enjoyed every single one, although my favourite moment was when a character had to make a trip to a well-known landmark in my hometown.

It made me a little giddy to realize that one of the literary greats of our time is setting her fiction in my neck of the woods. It reminded me that Canadian content can sell. And be critically acclaimed.

Strangers At the Door

In honour of Terra, whose birthday is today, I have promised to publish this list. Happy Birthday, Terra.

You Should Pretend to Not Be Home If the Following People Come to Your Door:
  1. men with large weapons
  2. door-to-door sales people
  3. volunteers raising money for hospitals
  4. JWs
  5. your landlord
  6. girls with freezer burnt cupcakes
  7. trick-or-treaters

October 2, 2009

Friday Vari-e-tay

A friend introduced me to Florence + The Machine today. I am totally hooked on this song. (I can't decide if I love or hate the contemporary dance in the video.) I also like "Dog Days Are Over" (another weird video) . She is Feist-like. Catchy, lyric, rhythmic. Quirky like Zooey Deschanel. Slightly violent/dark. The song below describes an abusive relationship - its lyrics seem to contrast fairly starkly with the upbeat sound.

Another friend showed me this video from the English Al Jazeera channel. It is a look at the US military and increasing evangelical trends within its ranks. Raises some interesting questions regarding the use/abuse of state roles and religious beliefs.

And last but not least, a mini-essay "On Morality and Narrative" from Don Miller. Fascinating thoughts on the need for morality in creating a good story, and whether we might not be able to learn a great deal about universal morality from narrative.

ps. The rabbit and I are no longer friends. Not only does it sit on its own poo, but it has been out and chewing things this afternoon. Not cool, chewing.

What (Not) to Eat

Tonight, my roommate Lynsey made shepherd's pie, and it was delicious. Much better than her marmalade curry with goat from last week.

In her defense, she followed a recipe from allrecipes.com that had good reviews...and substituted the goat for chicken. The goat was originally a mistake by another roommate, who had attempted to purchase lamb. Mistake number two was attempting to use said goat.

Neither marmalade curry nor goat are very tasty. Put them together...and it's only good for the garbage, I'm afraid.

Her shepherd's pie, however, are nearly as good as her enchiladas. Which are only topped by Dan's enchiladas.

His enchiladas are delicious, as are his stuffed mushrooms (if you go for that sort of thing), but don't let him put green food colouring in them, even if it is Christmas and he wants to be "festive." The result is confusing. It looks like icing, but it isn't!

(I feel compelled to end this post by saying that both Dan and Lynsey are ridiculously good cooks. No harm is intended by my lighthearted teasing...)

October 1, 2009

Caledonia is Calling

You probably don't know who Dougie (pronounced Doogie, as in "Howser, MD) Maclean is, unless you have an inexplicable love for Scotland, an unfashionable affinity for folk music, or a deep appreciation for the music from The Last of the Mohicans.

His big, universal song is called Caledonia. I think we all have a "Caledonia," even if it is not the actual Caledonia. Fill in the blank of this chorus, and you'll have your answer.

Oh, but let me tell you that I love you
That I think about you all the time
___________ you're calling me
And now I'm going home
If I should become a stranger
You know that it would make me more than sad
___________ been everything
I've ever had

I also enjoyed this song:

He's quite the fun story teller, and I was surprised by how gently insistent he was that we sing along. It worked, though. We were a chorus of slightly off-key back-up artists.

I kept thinking of people I should have invited while sitting in the balcony pew (the concert was in a converted church). Too bad for them, a good time for me and Lynsey.

(4.5 months til I head across the pond.)