Monthly Archive for July, 2007Page 2 of 7

Hey You! Yes, You! Wanna be a Fan?

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Chad
on 26 July 2007
in art and culture, audio and life
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So, I’m learning that becoming a successful musical artist is going to be one long series of asking this question. Most times, I believe the answer will be, “No.” Hopefully, if the approach is made correctly by yours truly and Mrs. Yours Truly, the answer will be, “No, thank you.” I think if we get pushy it will be, “No! (Beer Thrown)”

Hey you! Yeah, you, Addison Road reader/lurker/contributing writer!

Wanna be a fan of The Dailies? You would!? Cool!

I work well when I’ve got a checklist of short and mid-term goals, so I’ve been working my way through Mike’s list, while not busy working through my own list, while continuing to work on my washboard abs. Well, they’re not washboard yet… but they will be. :)

#3 on Mike’s list was to sign up for Last.fm, which I have done. Last.fm has a technology called “Scrobbling,” which tracks what you like and what other artists you might enjoy. Basically, the more Scrobbles we get, the more the website will think, “Hey… these guys must be cool!” I have learned, through trial and error, that the website must track the ISP# of every user, because playing the tracks multiple times from my computer did not get me anywhere.

This is where you enter, SuperFans. I need you to scrobble your little hearts away. Go to last.fm, sign up for an account, and then search for “The Dailies”

Here, I’ll even make it easy for you:

So, there’s the whole record. Listen listen listen. Tell your friends about us. Embed a playlist on your blog. (ducking beer)

Also, we’re starting our email list, and if you’d like to be on it, drop me a line at thedailiesmusic@gmail.com. Even if I don’t know you in the “real world,” I’d love to get to know you here.

mommy issues

Published
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aly hawkins
on 25 July 2007
in life
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It’s been like 5,000 years since I posted anything, and I’m sorry. Not that your world is bleak and blank without me. I know you have lives and everything. It’s just that this thing is supposed to be a community blog, and I feel a teensy bit guilty for falling down on the job.

Anyway, I noticed something disturbing about myself the last few days: I’m a mommy’s girl. My mom is coming to visit for the weekend (she lives in Indiana), and instead of getting totally amped and letting the rays of my shiny joy light up the atmosphere and warm everyone in my orbit, I’ve been completely cranky the last few days. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why I’ve been such a bitch, and then it occurred to me: I still want my mommy to take care of me. I don’t want to work (even though I love my job), I don’t want to pay the bills, I don’t want to clean the bathroom (I did — you don’t NOT clean the bathroom when your mom’s coming to visit).

In short, I don’t want to be an adult — because, dammit, my mommy’s the adult.

How messed up is that? I’m nearly 32 frickin’ years old! But throw Mom into the mix, and suddenly I’m 10 and want to put the thermometer on the lightbulb to prove I’m sick so Mommy will call my teacher and make homemade chicken soup and move the TV into my bedroom so we can watch Days of Our Lives together while she rubs my head and makes noises of pity and understanding. And then I get miraculously better and we shop.

Can someone say “Codependent”?

Maybe it’s that she lives so far away now. I don’t know. But it’s frightening how quickly I can turn from being a semi-functional adult-type person into a sniveling mess of junk.

Anyone else have mommy issues they’d like to get off their chest?

The Weakness of God

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michael lee
on 25 July 2007
in church, faith and theology and groupthink
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Posts in the Sermon Prep: Our Father series

  1. Our Father, Who Art In Heaven
  2. The Weakness of God
  3. Our Father: Sermon Final

I heard someone once describe having your first child in this way: you feel like you’ve given fate a hostage, and you will never be safe again.

It’s an apt description. One of the mysteries of love is that it connects you to the well-being of the person you love. With Gretchen, my wife, her joy and pain affect me, not in the same way that they affect her, but in some degree they have an impact on my own joy or pain. In the same way, my love for Sophia, our daughter, connects me to her joy and her pain. I am personally invested in her well-being, because of my love for her.

That makes me vulnerable to things that I wouldn’t otherwise be vulnerable to. Up at the cabin in Santa Cruz, there is an old library-style ladder from the living room up to the loft. Sophia learned to climb it over the past few weeks, and now she scampers up and down at will.

I get nervous, every time. I’m not likely to fall and hurt myself if my foot slips on the ladder, but for her it would be a disastrous fall. What’s not danger for me, is danger for her, and so I become vulnerable to it. Even though she herself is unaware of the danger that she’s in, I am vulnerable to it.

On his own, apart from us, God is invulnerable. Because he connected himself to us by way of love, he has made himself vulnerable to pain, sorrow, suffering, hunger, grief, and the myriad of broken tragedies that inflict our lives. God made himself weak with love for us.

Previous in series: Our Father, Who Art In Heaven

Next in series: Our Father: Sermon Final

For Chad, with love…

Published
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Zack
on 25 July 2007
in miscellany
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Remember this? Well it sort of looked like this…..

WARNING: These van-loving hooligans drop an F-bomb or two. (Which, from personal experience, is pretty normal when jumping a late-80’s minivan)

Over 35

Published
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June
on 23 July 2007
in laugh!, life and miscellany
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Happy 36th Birthday to Stick!…aka, my beloved husband, Brian.

36 things I like about Brian, in no particular order:

1. I like that even though you love golf with a passion just short of your passion for me, you don’t bring your clubs to bed.
2. I like that you are artistic but not tortured. No wait, I love that!
3. I like the brown birth mark in your blue eyes.
4. I like that you play the piano. Quite well.
5. I like that you’re here. With me. Living life.
6. I like that you laugh easily.
7. I like that you don’t expect me to keep the house perfectly clean at all times.
8. I like the way you unconsciously hum when you’re having a good time.
9. I like the sound of your voice.
10. I like your aptitude at things that shall not be spoken of out loud…wink, nudge, wink, nudge, wink wink wink!
11. I like that now most people are either rolling their eyes or switching to another site.
12. I like that you’re kind.
13. I like that you get enthused about small things in life. (egg salad, a friend’s new iphone…)
14. I like that you (mostly) put your clothes away and don’t leave them on the floor. If you did, it would be a real problem…mine take up all the room we have.
15. I like that you don’t catch the first flight out of town when I say things like “I’m soooo done with everything!” and “See my new shoes?”
16. I like that you are and are not the same person you were when I met you (14 years ago)
17. I like that you are cool but not bent on it.
18. I like it WHEN you put your cereal bowl in the sink, not on the counter. (I feel something other than liking when you don’t.)
19. I like that you cried when Zaney was born.
20. I like that you didn’t cry (at least in front of me) when I was in the ICU.
21. I like that you scoffed a bit when I suggested you could get remarried when there was some question of my continuing to be here. (But really, you can!)
22. I like that you take pictures of flowers for me.
23. I like that you are fine. at any given moment, you are, more often than not, fine.
24. I like that you don’t ogle other women.
25. I like that you haven’t bought an iphone. yet.
26. I like that you are practical and reasonable and loving…ie: you’re still driving your totally crappy grandma car. Private school tuition trumps dad’s desire for a nice car. You rock Daddy-O!
27. I like your big ol’ hands.
28. I like that you are only 36 cuz’ I’m dyin’ here…
29. I like that you are not easily swayed.
30. I like how your eyes squinch up when you are trying to not smile really big…but then you never can stop yourself and your whole face squinches and smiles.
31. I like that my quirky ways don’t throw you.
32. I like how you play outside with the boys.
33. I like that you are good at building stuff.
34. I like that if someone provokes you, it doesn’t usually actually provoke you.
35. I like that you’re ok with no grand gestures on your birthday.
36. I love you!…for all your years to come.