Sunday, November 25, 2007

Another Pot O' Tea
by Emmylou Harris

Put on another pot o' tea
'Cause I'm in love with the Irish accent to your story
And I need someone to help me

Well they say that now you don't talk straight
And that of late it's been my lot to be afraid
To remember you by anything
But memories I already keep

So put another pot o' tea
'Cause I'm love with the Irish accent to your story
And now I need some sympathy

It's harder when it takes so long to leave
The table where we all learned to laugh and learned to grieve
Over the pain that came so close to you
It comes so close to me today

So put another pot o' tea
'Cause I'm in love with the Irish accent to your story
And I need someone to help me

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

You know that feeling?

Yeah, that's the one.

I'm feeling like that right now.

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I'm going to Oxford.

Friday, November 16, 2007

I happen to have favorite words. They're not anything extraordinary (although that is a favorite word of mine). I just like the way they sound. It's bad though because I always want to use my favorite words so I use them in strange places. I don't think I can think of all my favorite words right now, but here are a few:

aggresive. barely. awful. true. end. being. I. think. imagination. appreciation. feeling. lovely. condescending.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Taken from Grey's Anatomy, Season one, Episode six, "If Tomorrow Never Comes":

"A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. Never leave that till tomorrow, he said, which you can do today. This is the man who discovered electricity. You think more people would listen to what he had to say. I don't know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, I'd have to say it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you're wrong? What if you're making a mistake you can't undo? The early bird catches the worm. A stitch in time saves nine. He who hesitates is lost. We can't pretend we hadn't been told. We've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we can't anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin really meant. That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying."

Friday, November 09, 2007

Here's what we do in Abilene....

Friday Night Lights at Shotwell!! Abilene vs. Cooper!

Phillip, Me, and Rachel in the Chapel at Buffalo Gap

Me and Rachel with Smoky

Berenice playing Scrabble at the coffee shop!

Jazmin on the pig... we still don't understand that pig on wheels!

Thursday, November 08, 2007

I'm sick of waiting. Being in this in-between time where I just have to stay put until something else moves is the most frustrating position to be in. There's nothing I can do. My entire situation depends on someone else.

Friday, November 02, 2007


The Philosophy of Loss
by Indigo Girls

Welcome to why the church has died
In the heart of the exiled in the kingdom of hate
Who owns the land & keeps the commands
And marries itself to the state
Modern scribes write in Jesus Christ
Everyone is free
And the doors open wide to all straight men & women
But they are not open to me

And who is teaching kids to be soldiers
To be marked by a plain white cross
And we kill just a little to save a lot more
The philosophy of loss

There are a few who would be true out of love
And love is hard
And don't think that our hands haven't shoveled the dirt
Over their central American graveyards
Doctors & witch hunters stripped you bare
Left you nothing for your earthly sins
Yeah but who made this noise just a bunch of boys
And the one with the most toys wins

Who is teaching kids to be gamblers
Life is a coin toss
And of course what you give up is what you gain
The philosophy of loss

Whatever has happened to anyone else
Could happen to you & to me
And the end of my youth was the possible truth
That it all happens randomly
Who is teaching kids to be leaders
and the way that it is meant to be
the philosophy of loss