It sounds great

A Pretension Convention SOUNDS great phonetically but I am sure the magic stops there.

my hygienic accessories are out to get me--there's a plot

While preparing to go to bed I was attacked on multiple fronts by the various items I use for pre-slumber hygienic "funtivities;" they're usually funtivities because I'm probably playing an episode of The Office or rocking out to a podcast or sweet tunes, thus the actives then become fun. Tonight was The Office.

The series of seemingly coordinated events:

1) My face wash burned the heck out of my face for some strange reason

2) My floss DESTROYED my gums and left me pretty bloodied up--like baseball bat in the mouth bloodied up

3) I got mouthwash in my eye--which kind of amazed me

4) I dropped my beard trimmer on my foot

5) Tripped over my scale...

It's a conspiracy. I'm convinced. A strange conspiracy... involving Nivea ...Wah ... Procter and Gamble... and... maybe... gravity....

More details on said conspiracy as they unfold

this isn't patriotic--not intentionally, it just isn't

but in a round about way I suppose you could make it patriotic

so for the past few years Sufjan Stevens has been my favorite musical artist; there has been no close second.

Music is art and I like growing in ways to appreciate art. So, I am going to be "immersing" myself in his art this month.

So, for the whole month of July I have decided to only listen to Sufjan Stevens' music in hopes to gain an even deeper appreciation for his art. To make sure I am dedicated I actually took everything but him off my iPod.

It's not that I think it's a big deal--because it's a pretty small one--but I was wondering if anyone else has ever done anything similar. Not just with music but with any art. Not even art but with anything. Has anyone else ever had a "month of [insert whatever]."

I would be interested to hear about it.

peace.

Toilet

I had a conversation with a friend while in one of the bathrooms at our college of management

I almost walked out without washing my hands (relax people, it was just a number onesee visit); then I looked at him and said "I have to wash my hands because if I don't you're going to think I'm a disgusting human being. You seeing me not wash my hands is literally the only reason why I am going to wash my hands."

What a convoluted reality.

He told me he was going through the same dilemma--apparently I'm not the only crazy person in the world.

Awesome.

Sidewalk profiling and my own personal failure

I was approached by a chanting Krishna monk today--granted he was not chanting while he engaged me nor did I witness him chant. He was tiny and bald.

I was smiling affectionately and almost skipping as he approached though completely unaware I was nearing another person; there was certainly a noticeable joyful pep in my step, as it were. He stopped me and we began to briefly discuss peace, joy, and happiness--though it was mostly him talking and me listening.

I think it was because I'm bald. I feel as though I were profiled in a matter of speaking because of my lack of hair and for having what I hope was the appearance of one brimming with peace and joy.

I would consider being profiled for the latter affirmation in the supremacy of Christ and my subsequent longings for Him--because it's what was on my mind at that particular time.

I'm still indifferent about being profiled by the former.

And alas I failed to share with him what fountain of joy and life birthed this visible manifestation of joy.

Father, forgive me. I pray you send him a more faithful servant so that he may hear of your Greatness and Splendor.

Love words

I find myself enthralled with the word "euphemistically."

Each time I read the word I am filled momentarily with a wonderful affection.

I just read it in an article for my class.

Rain, Psalms, and free stuff.

It rained a lot today.  

I got to walk around in the rain in the morning time and in the night time; both were fun but the night time was the best--I sang a lot during the latter.  

It was awesome.

Psalm 63 is simply wonderful.

I finished "Let the Nations Be Glad: 2ed" today--now onto this which can be downloaded for free here.  Almost 30 pages into it--I'm already teeming with joy and encouragement by what I'm beginning to grasp through it.