The Noisettes covering The Killer's When You Were Young.

"'Moment' includes a phrase that's close to sacred for Bono: 'vision over visibility' . . . 'It's an idea that i've held on to quite tightly over the years,' he says. 'It's like Martin Luther King's speech - the moment when you see the place, but you can't see yet how to get there.' The slogan stands for an insistance on looking past what you can see in favor of what could be."

Rolling Stone
Issue 1074
March 19,2009

Love, Love, Love.

Impromptu version of "For Emma" in a Paris Hallway before the actual show.

Vitamin D

It was something like 2,195 posts. Unfinished posts. Posts that I deemed unworthy or were just half a thought, lazily typed out on the screen never given the recognition or perseverance it would take to finish them. Therefore never posted, just laying there in the back of the closet like a plastic bag full of old clothes to be taken to goodwill. With the knowledge that there will always be tomorrow. To drop 'em off. To pick up where I left off.

That's sorta how my life has been lately, it seems. Both beautifully quiet and slow but certainly not deliberate. I don't plan my days around goals. No checklist in hand of what has to be accomplished. Yes, the bills must be paid. Yes, the house must be clean. Yes, I must go to work. But God, the weather outside. . . .

I woke up this morning. Rolled over in bed and suddenly couldn't image ever leaving this place. The weather beckons me to come out and play. Most of the time I do.

I recently quit a job I worked at for (tops) 6 weeks. It was draining. And stressful. And demanding. And nothing about it was what I was about. I felt like a tourist in an exotic land. Taking in the landscape. Formulating thoughts and impressions about this strange place, but certainly aware that I would never be commited to staying there. So the day before my 27th birthday, in a very uncharacteristic manner, I quit. Said "thanks but no thanks. It's not for me." And left.

So I may not know what I am supposed to do with this little life of mine, but I a part of me now knows what i am NOT supposed to do. I need to do something that is meaningful, that is represenative of my free spirit, of my desire to go out into the sun and play.

I've gone back to selling books for the meantime. Part-time. The rest of the time you can find me outdoors while the weather is still good. I know in a few weeks, the heat and humidity will force me indoors. I'll clean out the closet of old unfinished posts and resume the activities of a responsible adult.

But for now, I am just so damn happy.

The Right Words

Facebook Status: L is stressing out about an interview tomorrow.

Comment:
AH: "You'll be awesome . . . wear some kickin' shoes to give you extra confidence!"

There are some people out there who know the very depths of your soul. And, that for me, it always comes back to the shoes.

Al Green

L: "Hmm... Al Green is from Lowell."
N: "Who's Al Green?"
L: "Al. Green. He did that song. That really popular song. About hearbreak.
N: "What did he do?"
L: "You know. Oh it's so good. A classic."
N: "I don't think I do."
L: "How do you mend a broken heart. Yes. That's it."
I start playing song.
N: "No wonder Lowell doesn't claim him as one of their own."

Inspired.

I can hardly believe it's been over two months since the last time I posted on here. Not that I haven't thought about posting, or even attempted (I never got past the first two lines) but thinking and doing, as we all know, are two completely different things.

Last night N got a christmas card in the mail from his aunt - "send us pictures of your house and life in florida!" - was scribbled at the bottom of it. A light bulb went off in my head and I looked pleadingly at N.
"What if we started a joint blog?" I said. "You know, for friends and family to keep updated on what we do down here. We've lived down here for almost a year and there are still so many people who have no earthly idea what our life is like."
"Uh huh. Yeah." He said, more focused on the computer screen than on the conversation.
"We could take turns writing it." I said. "Add pictures of our hikes. Or of the endless sunny days."
"Yup."

I went to bed satisfied with my great idea only to awake this morning to the reality that N would never update the thing nor take any real interest in it. It would have to be my project and my project alone. And if there came a time that N wanted to contribute, be it a day or a week or 3 months, he would be more than welcome to. And then I realized that I had already started this project long, long ago(it had only fallen by the wayside in the midst of this thing we call life) and that there was really no need to start a new blog, but only pay more love and attention to this one.

After all, it's about time I make good on my new year's resolution to write more. And there's no time like the present.