Friday, March 31, 2006

san diego padres- 2006

monday afternoon the padres kick off the 2006 season. here's looking forward to a good year and watching jake peavy confound hitters every time he takes the mound.


friday scattershot

adelaide and i are hanging out downstairs in the guest room tonight. she has taken quite a liking to her stuffed ernie doll and loves to drool all over his face. this truly proves that she is my daughter because when i was a wee lad i did exactly the same thing. i was so into drooling on ernie that my parents had to buy me a replacement ernie because original ernie was just about growing mold on his face.

i have been working a ton and i am so thankful that it is friday and that i won't be working until monday. i am thankful to God for sabbath rest.

currently i am reading 'blue like jazz' by donald miller and 'the insulted and injured' by dostoevsky. both are splendid. i may elaborate on them at some point.

i have been listening to sufjan stevens' album 'seven swans' alot the past couple of days and enjoying some of the complexities that you have to listen close to find. 'illinois' has been such a massive success for him and it is awash in textures, colors, images and sounds. 'seven swans' is all of those things but packaged so differently that it comes off as simplistic, which is part of it's charm. it was an entirely appropriate album for a rainy and drowsy friday.

Friday, March 24, 2006

sunken treasure pt. 1- the commendation

the song 'sunken treasure' from wilco's splendid double album 'being there' could be one of the greatest songs of all time. from the time i first heard it at a wilco concert in 2002 it has continually resonated with me as a heartwrenchingly beautiful confession. i like jeff tweedy's solo version as well, but the album version with the whole band stands as one of the greatest moments in recording history.

here are the words:

sunken treasure
There's rows and rows of houses
With windows painted blue
With the light from a TV
Running parallel to you

But there is no sunken treasure
Rumored to be
Wrapped inside my ribs
In a sea black with ink

I am so
Out of tune
With you

I am so out of tune
With you

If I had a mountain
I'd try to fold it over
If I had a boat (probably roll over)
You know I'd probably roll over (leave it on the shore)

And I leave it on the shore (leave it for somebody)
I'd leave it for somebody
Surely there's somebody
Who needs it more than me

I am so
Out of tune
With you

I am so out of tune
With you

For all the leaves will burn
In autumn fires and then return
For all the fires we burn
All will return

Music is my savior
I was maimed by rock and roll
I was maimed by rock and roll
I was tamed by rock and roll
I got my name from rock and roll

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Chiropractor- being the second part

yesterday i bravely journeyed back to the offices of dr. mike to have my spine, hips, and neck adjusted. this was just a check up and apparently all things were well because it took him about 5 minutes, which averaged out to about 7 dollars per minute. not too shab.

after this profitable adventure, dallass, adelaide and i, along with my dear mother, left to go frolic in the snow. it has been quite cold in our neck of the woods and the hills all round us are sprinkled with snow flakes, which like people, are each different and unique. splendid. since snow is a rare occurence for us, we decided to join my folks and head up to our friends ranch, conveniently located at a higher elevation. my mom drove her city slicker suburban (not equipped with 4 wheel drive) as far as she dared up the treacherous and muddy roads and then we stopped to wait for my dad to come ferry us the rest of the way up to the cabin. only he didn't come, our friend eric did. and so began the anti-chiropractor adventure.

eric pulled up in his vintage toyota landcruiser and in we hopped. we took off and i noticed that he was going in a different direction than he came. i asked him if this way was a faster way to the cabin and he said no, but he wanted to see how the road looked on the other side of the ridge. 'and the road will be fine?' i asked as i glanced back at my darling wife and daughter. 'sure' he said and if it wasn't we would just turn around and come back. swell.

things started out well but it turns out this 'road' goes up over the ridge before it arrives at the cabin. the further up we went, the less road we could see and the more squirrelly the land cruiser got. we went up some medium size slopes and i, being the non-woodsman that i am, was getting a bit nervous. we crested one hill and there before us lay the king of all hills, a steep quagmire covered in wet snow. but that is not all. between us and the matterhorn was a moderate sized pine, quaintly laid across our goat path. eric and i got out to wrestle the beast out of the way and it proved to be a sweat-breaker of a task. as i grunted the tree out of the road all i could think about was my recently adjusted back, so sanctimoniously declared all well by the good doctor.

meanwhile, my wise and beautiful wife was eyeing the hill before and declared 'i will not go up that hill in this vehicle with my baby. i would rather walk.' and so we did. eventually we made it to the cabin without dying, and i promptly fell asleep on their couch, exhausted from all the adrenaline and tree-hugging.

today, after unloading the load of firewood we brought back, my back is feeling not-so-hot, which i suppose is the curse of being a sedentary tall guy with a desk job and then attempting to be paul bunyan. my next chiro visit is on april fools day and i am looking forward to it. no joke.