songwriting class

A lyric sample from the songwriting class i teach at ASD:

'Love is young, love is old
It makes you fearful and bold
Love you'll take to the grave
Makes you scared, makes you brave.'

Our band is called The August Apples. Look for the debut album sometime...soon. When we buy a microphone.

A lot of people pooh-pooh the LA County Fair, but today I:

-Ate the best turkey leg of all time.

-Saw the fattest pig that ever lived.

-Almost bought a Sham-Wow.

-Saw a poster-sized needle-point portrait of Michael Jackson.

-Tried to figure out a way to steal this little guy to my left.

But I still couldn't convince anyone to ride the Tilt-a-Whirl with me.  

gustate et videte? gustate et videte.

-I was reading this book on my mom's kindle about being the 'marrying type.'  My motivation in reading it was, admittedly, flawed: read it, so I could consequently be angry that such a book exists and justifiably think things like: 'Who is this person to tell me these things?! There's nothing wrong with me! Just because i'm 26 and completely single doesn't mean i'm not the 'marrying type!'

Anyhow, in the middle of doling out terrible (read: 'actually pretty good') advice like: 'protect your heart,' and 'keep Jesus first in your life,' and 'God's got a plan,' and 'singlehood is useful' (There's another novel of a blog just waiting to be written), the author said something that has since stuck. In speaking about finding a mate, she mentioned that marriage relationships are most successful when those in them are part of the same 'spiritual weight class.' I begrudgingly agreed wholeheartedly. Then I sighed and got a little sad.

-I celebrated my 2-year anniversary with Arts and Services for Disabled yesterday. It's been a quick, full, heart-healing two years. I've learned things I never knew were there to learn, made many wonderful friends, and rediscovered the magic and absolute necessity of creativity in my time at ASD. And, on the coattails of the burgeoning nostalgia, my boss' boss called to ask me to present our little silent film project at the Western Region Association of Music Therapy Conference at the Queen Mary in March. My palms are already sweaty.

-Speaking of the silent movie, check this out: 'Love is in the Air'

-I'm reading 'The Cloud of Unknowing.'  I'm also reading 'Tarantula' by Bob Dylan. One is much better than the other. Hazard a guess.