Mixed Moss

Recently Eric posted what he alleges is the best love song of all time. But I must beg to disagree. Here is the greatest love song of all time:
Soup on a Stick
By Brak
This is a song about eatin’ food.
I would climb the deepest river,
swim the highest mountain
I’d wash my feet in lemonade if that will […]

So Logan just turned two a few weeks ago. Oh, no, the terrible twos! He gets into more mischeif! We love him anyways of course.
The other night I was at their house and we were cooking out, and he decided to get creative while the collective adult back was turned. He dumped his Uncle Ted’s […]

So in a previous post, a mysterious word appeared. “Cituous.” I have no idea what this word means. In fact, I don’t think it is a word at all. Neither can I remember what word it was I was going for there. No clue whatsoever. Not ever after re-reading the entire post and trying to […]

“All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.”
-Julian of Norwich

Bang
crackle
pop-pop-pop
sparkle.
Splash of color in the sky
a spark reflected in my eye
Fireworks in air and heart
just one touch can make them start.
Is this like that or that like this
and what will it mean if we kiss
goodnight?
You know we might.
Are we right,
or is it just the light
from city, from sky tonight?

Around the time I started work in Naperville last summer, one of the other interns wrecked his car. Someone in the church heard about it and donated one to him. (Apparently this was not an entirely unheard-of thing to have heppen. It’s a big church and there are some pretty wealthy people in Naperville.) It […]

My grandfather was just an old bo-hunk* from Minnesota who used to work in the iron range, drove a tank at the Frozen Chosun Reservoir, and was a magician with anything mechanical. Stubborn as a mule, dictatorial as a general, hardworking as the day is long, and so cheap he could have written the Tightwad’s […]

So lately I’ve been dreaming about some of the events I’ve been in charge of this quarter. Bad dreams. Where I’ve forgotten something important or something. They’ve been very detailed and precise.
Last night I dreamed about Relay for Life. I dreamed that while I had collected all of the “service hours” forms that students needed, […]

This is my favorite song, from my favorite opera, Lakme. You have to hear it, though, to really get it.
Sous le dôme épais où le blanc jasmin
A la rose s’assemble
Sur la rive en fleurs riant au matin
Doucement glissons
De son flot charmant
Suivons le courant fuyant
Dans l’onde frémissante
D’une main nonchalante
Viens, gagnons le bord,
Où la source dort et
L’oiseau, […]

I think that I am becoming domestic in my old (23 years) age. When I was in high school there was a two year period where I pretty much didn’t cry. Then I got to college and my problems became so much bigger and older, and I began to cry. My friend Jenette told me […]