Tasty gods.

So, once upon a three days ago, we all had to bring a piece of 60's music to rehearsal, and it was blazing hard to choose just one song. I ended up seshing two, because Jimi Hendrix and Cream are equal share holders of my heart.

First of all, please remind yourself of why Jimi is barely less than Lord.

Then, sit your arce down in this white room, and feast on some of brinking revolution's poetry: Cream.

"Bricks of shit are raining down on our filthy world."

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Today I read Seven Days in the Life of Simon Labrosse by Carol Fréchette. Leo, who frantically writes poems in the corner of the room during the whole play reads aloud, "Bricks of shit are raining down on our filthy world." Leo also has a speech impediment that disallows him to say positive words, notably the word "hope". The other two characters in this piece struggle in different ways to tell their stories, and grasp at some unknown help that can pull them out of the sinking-despair-sand they find themselves in.
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Today I heard Mackenzie Jane West's "Broken Girls", a song she wrote and shared in our Theatre women's bible study a few years ago. I was glad to hear it again.
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Tonight, I think hope is worth it, even if it comes tripping out in stutters.
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Double Whammy: Ralph and Kahlil

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Last night I went on a fabulous double date, meaning I spent the night with two men. What's even more bad ass is that those two men were Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Kahlil Gibran. Dinner was the first few chapters of Emerson's Nature, followed by twenty-some pages of Gibran's The Prophet for dessert. Here are some of the most romantic things they said.


"In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befal me in life,- no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes,) which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground,- my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space,- all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball. I am nothing. I see all. The currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God... I am the lover of uncontained and immortal beauty." [Emerson]

"The presence of a higher, namely, of the spiritual element is essential to its perfection." [Emerson, on beauty]

"The production of a work of art throws a light upon the mystery of humanity. A work of art is an abstract or epitome of the world." [Emerson]

"But you, children of space, you restless in rest, you shall not be trapped nor tamed. Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast. It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye. You shall not fold your wings that you may pass through doors, nor bend your heads that they strike not against the ceiling, nor fear to breathe lest walls should crack and fall down." [Gibran]

"But you who are strong and swift, see that you do not limp before the lame, deeming it kindness." [Gibran]

Okay, let's just be honest. Everything Kahlil Gibran says is terribly romantic, and I could spend all afternoon quoting the whole book. Instead, you'd do well to read it yourself- The Prophet, by Kahlil Gibran.


If I were to honor honesty, that eve I did prefer time spent with the Lebanese gent over those moments with the transcendentalist leader. Yet, I don't suppose the two are often pitted against each other, so I'm sure Ralph will be able to take a hit just this once. And if we're all part of one All anyway, knowledge and credit are shared, and the insights of the two balance out. Therefore date night was win-win-win. Everyone gets some. All parties satisfied. Round two = inevitable.

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More than Melody

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Day Two of Kate Earl: Listened to the rest of the album.


New favorite. All because I heard one song during some car drives with a sweet sweet buddy. Thank you Amanda Hart.


This lady. Wow. Check It.


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...I can find in a melody

Kate Earl - "Melody"