103 . . . or 4

*note, back dated entry due to the fact that i wasn't really all that "up and at 'em" yesterday*

my temp is between 103 and 104 and i really think i may cook my brain, my liver, or my kidney and die.

whiner

i'm not trying to be a whiner, but i really don't feel very good.

night

good night. i know it is early.

Ready, Set, STOP

I was all ready to post about the concert I went to last night . . . and I may still post about it. But I was listening to a bit of music today, and while I didn't feel Floydian - this song came on. And I think it kind of fits how I feel about some of my life, and all the possible pasts that could follow me around . . . that I am trying to chose to forget. Video not done by Pink Floyd, but some other guy. Yeah, try finding this done by Pink Floyd, you get all their copiers.

silence

it is time now to embrace silence.

Family Ties

Family is funny. I don't know what it is about family that makes it so odd. I guess it has to do, a little, with the fact that with some of your family members you only speak to them because you are related. If I met my brother and sister and we weren't family, I don't know that we would be friends. We don't have the same interests, we aren't in the same life stages, I just don't think we would have become friends. It isn't that they aren't nice people, they are wonderful . . . just think about it. Parents are a different issue all together - because you ARE them. You are both of them, and neither of them, and it makes for interesting conversation and exchanges. I am 85% my dad, 65% my mom, and 100% me - that doesn't work, but in the end it does.

Paul Dateh

Ummm - well I found this on Yahoo's home page today. Pretty incredible (at least I thought so). He has a MySpace page I have been listening to this afternoon . . . and I hope to hear more from him.



From his MySpace page: http://myspace.com/pauldateh

Originally, Paul Dateh was only supposed to be a violinist. Beginning his
violin studies at the age of four, it seemed that Dateh’s future in the
classical industry was set in stone. But, on his first day at The University of
Southern California’s Thornton School of Music, Dateh suddenly dropped his major
in Violin Performance and enrolled in the Jazz Studies program instead. The move
shocked his colleagues as it was hard to understand why anyone would walk away
from fourteen years of classical training to begin learning an entirely new
musical discipline. But, Dateh knew that he wanted to be more than just a
classical musician; his goal was to become a musician, in every possible way.
Today, as a singer, an award-winning songwriter, and an instrumentalist, it
would appear that Dateh is on track to achieving his goal. His work can be heard
on releases by various artists within both mainstream and underground hip hop
circles, and he can currently be seen performing throughout the United States
with his band “The Live Movement”.

Pipes

Amy Winehouse . . . I have been hearing a bit about her problems - and I have never heard her music. I guess with all I have been hearing about her I just figured she sounded like Courtney Love . . . I was terribly mistaken. She is an amazing singer. I listened to two songs and felt like buying her CD. I won't - mostly because I'm on a bit of a spending freeze - but seriously, she has some pipes!

Priority

why is it that there is great civil unrest in Kenya, and they are killing each other by the truck loads, and half a million people have been displaced from their homes . . . yet the top story is about the death of an actor.

don't get me wrong. i think what happened with heath ledger is sad. but what is sadder is that our priorities here are misplaced on the fame of hollywood, rock stars, and political candidates, rather than on the real world issues of freedom in other countries, issues in our own country, and what we are going to do about real world problems like aids, slavery, and the continual loss of youth.

Tag . . . You're It

I got tagged today. I have never been tagged on a blog before, but I'm intrigued by it. I think it is a good way to discover new blogs that you wouldn't normally read. So here we go with the rules and regulations that I now have to put myself through.

1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Leave a comment on their blog so that their readers can visit yours.
3. Post the rules on your blog.
4. Share the seven (7) most famous or infamous people you have met. Or go with the original 7 weird things about yourself.
5. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post.
6. Include links to their blogs.
7. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

I was tagged by this blog http://www.boscardin.org/. I don't know much about her, except from what I saw at a quick glance. She blogs more than once a day (from the looks of things), which is a very hard thing to do (just MHO). She is blogging from California, a far cry from the frigid temps of me here in St. Louis.

I am torn about what 7 things to write about. I think I chose to write about the 7 most famous or infamous people I have met.

• Carol Burnett - I didn't actually get to shake her hand, but I did get to tell her a joke. And, by the way, she laughed. I can forever say that I made Carol Burnett laugh.
• Fabio - I was standing at a baggage claim in the Tulsa Airport in 1997, and Fabio walked through with his body guard. The body guard was smaller than Fabio. No one stopped him to ask for his autograph or anything . . . I wonder why not?
• Greg Steir - The founder of a youth outreach/conferences called Dare 2 Share. I was a volunteer for one of his events here in St. Louis and due to the circumstances of how I came to volunteer and who I was with I got the opportunity to meet him and talk to him a bit about what he was doing and what we (The Bridge St. Louis) was doing.
• Kim Underwood - Joy FM radio personality and promotions director. The glue that holds Left Hands Music and our household together. Her quick whit, easy going attitude, and ability to withstand hours of Flight Of The Conchords and other movie trivia, is what makes her one of the best friends.
• Gina Manual - The coolest rocker of the group, and part time dog whisperer. Her laughter keeps us going, and her guitar rifts keep Left Hands Music on the cutting edge of musical performance. She also puts up with a lot of my crazy antics - which, of course, makes her a force to be reckoned with.
• John Schultz (and family) - Not a famous family, but they are a family of kind, generous, neat, hilarious people who always have a spot for me at their dinner table or on the sofa. It has been one of the greatest honors to be considered their friend. Every single one of them makes me feel humbled by their quick wit, intelligence, and kindness.
• Andrea Walter - She is the best librarian since Marian (which by the way, Marian helped me today at the library - something I would have posted if I hadn't been tagged). She puts up with a lot from me, including my erratic behavior and cussing nature.

As for the 7 random blogs . . . I would guess I would have to go with the tried and true method of a search. The first 7 that I find (in English)

• http://jottingforfun.blogspot.com/
• http://lilyontheroad.blogspot.com/
• http://14gems.blogspot.com/
• http://quantzgallery.blogspot.com/
• http://familylife-raquel.blogspot.com/
• http://pentacaricatures.blogspot.com/
• http://theindianadventure.blogspot.com/

If I hadn't been tagged today I would have talked abou this:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080122/ap_en_ce/obit_ledger
What the heck? Heath Ledger is dead. It is so strange and sad that it happened. I am not personally impacted by this, but . . . wow.

Last One

I finished Flight of the Conchords last week. No, I'm not over them, I still watch quite a few of them over. I was asked tonight what my favorite song was from the show (not the stand up act they have) and I had to make a difficult decision . . . I think it is this one . . . or the Hip-Hop-opotamus song. Either way, this is the one I am deeming my favorite (at leas this week). I will try to be rid of these entries, but I just can't get over them.

Where is the line

Where is the line between real Christianity and crazy Christianity? I don't know that I will eve have the answer . . . which makes me sad. There is a kind of Christianity that says - I want to follow the teachings of Jesus, act like he did. Then there is the Christianity that says all sorts of things that he didn't say or do. If you really look at his life, I mean really look at it, he didn't go to "church". He actually showed them the ways that they were screwing up, and they didn't like it. They didn't like it so much that they had him killed. I don't know where I am going with all of this, but some day I want to understand what it really means to be like Jesus, and not like Christians - I guess it has kind of been weighing on me due to the fact that I am going to be working and most likely be a key player in a religion based company

random

There is so much I want to say to you. I want you to know exactly what I am thinking, but I have no words. I don't know how to get it out of my head and into your heart. I can't write it, I can't say it, I can't sing it, I can't play it. Maybe you already know, and that would be enough for me, but I don't think you believe it - and that would make it so much better.

it's all in the elbow

and then it happened. we got out of control (as is our usual) and started talking about peeing out of your elbow, and how that would be more convenient if you were on a long boat ride or out hiking . . . i guess no other instance would that be better.

Working Stiff

I couldn't straighten out my back by the time it was all said and done, and I hobbled into Dick's praying that we wouldn't have any adult climbers and that the other person working the wall that day would head up top to check the rigging. Well we had more adult climbers than I have ever seen in all 3 months of working there, and we were training someone new, and heaven forbid they or the one training go up there.

Can I get some rope

It is like being trapped in a petting zoo.

You Know Who You Are

I don't know who you are, but you might - and to you I say, "Thank You." You are very generous and kind.

There aint no party like my Nanna's tea party

I don't think that, overall, you will think that these are funny. In fact, I'm sure that you wish I would quit putting any of these guys on my post or talking about them, but . . . well . . . once I'm done watching them I suspect I will stop.

Today On Repeat

Well, I am still trying to work out THIS in my head. The fact that I still haven't written it says a lot of things.

1. That I am lazy
2. That I need to get better at this everyday blogging thing if it is going to keep my 3 readers coming back
3. I'm shy
4. More like I just don't really know what to say at all, and now I have built up a suspense around it and by the time I actually write the darn thing it will have been build up only to be a let down.

Alright, also I have been sucked into the world of Flight Of The Conchords, and I don't know when I will be sane enough to actually face the world again after the season is complete (well the season is over, but I am watching all the episodes at once . . . only 5 more left, so should be a day or so).

Flight Of The Conchords - Part Time Model

Lacking

All that was lacking was a fortune cookie - but that is overrated anyway.

Not It

Well this new look is not a Morgan - it is a template. I guess I just needed a bit of a change. Looks like I'm going to have to have a different website for my blog if I want to have it be something I design. So, expect for that sometime next year.

Juno

In the last hour I have become obsessed with Juno. I saw it on New Years Eve, but now I can't stop watching cast interviews, and random clips. I keep trying to get one embedded here - but that isn't working out so well for me . . . chalk that up as another reason I shouldn't be a web designer.

Today

Today is January 8th, and if I was really as lazy as I feel today - then that would be my entry. But I am trying to push past the 24 hour laziness that has befallen me. On my way home from a meeting tonight I was trying to formulate my blog entry (in my minds eye, if you will). It was coming together in a strange way, and I just don't know how to write it so that I don't sound like:

A. A stalker
B. A martyr

I don't know that it would, exactly, but I just don't want the wrong feel of the entry, because it is slowly becoming very important for me to get the thoughts out on virtual paper. I am in no shape to finish it tonight, so I am holding off for tomorrow . . . then the next day . . . and then I probably won't get around to it at all, so goody for you that you don't have to sit through it all.

30 to Life

Life is just hard. Gather a group of people into a room and you will hear at least one crappy thing going on in some one's life. Not always, but, in general it is just hard. It isn't that I want my life to be all roses and sunshine - because suffering is where growth occurs, but seriously sometimes it feels more like a prison sentence.

The Topper

I think that may be me . . . but I'm not sure. At least that was how I have been for the past 3 months.

shades of gray

i found another gray hair . . . or really someone else found a gray hair on my head. on the plus side, they show it to me when they find them. i am skeptical, this could be the other gray hair all grown back from when it was pulled.

hey, this all still counts - i haven't gone to bed yet on the 5th.

I said

I said I would post everyday - I didn't say it would be interesting. I'm just doing my job. Still reading through the code to possibly work my own page out . . . we shall see.

Many Thanks

I finished my Thank You cards today . . . all of them in one day. I ran out of cards and had to start using random cards that didn't mean than you at all. It was fun for me, but I'm glad they are done. Got a lot of Pink Floyd in while I was working on them - I think it will be a new fixture in the DVD player.

Old Luggage

I almost forgot. One day in and I forgot all about this blogging thing. Right now I'm not a fan of my page. I think it needs something - but I'm not sure what. Once I figure out how to fix it I am going to take a stab at making it different around here. But for now, you will have to hear me whine about how much my page looks like the inside of old luggage, and how stupid I am for signing up for this 365 days thing. Well, it isn't like someone is holding a gun to my head about it.

Long Year

It begins today. One down, 364 more to go.