They’re a Christian band, that’s how I first found them, but by God, if you weren’t told that fact, you’d never know it on first listen. They aren’t Christians like those God-awful “the power of worship” CDs sold late at night on TV; they’re like the cool Christians you hopefully know, the guy who doesn’t immediately come across as religious or fanatic, just a nice guy, probably the only one who looks like he shaved that morning every morning, and when you find out later he’s turning in early Saturday because there’s church the next morning, it’s not a creepy thing, and doesn’t really surprise you.
I mean, it’s got lyrics like:
And we’re sadder than hell, cuz we miss you dear friend
Still it’s good to know your great heart is glad and restored
Forever smokin’ fine cigars at the table of the Lord
I discovered them when I was in the midst of my born-again-itis, many, many years ago, and they’re one of the few—very few—things that have stayed with me since.
So, anyway, I’m sitting here, listening, and realizing that there’s a few things I should get down on this blog, and as long as I’m at a keyboard…
- Started a new job this week; it’s an entirely new industry, let alone a new company, and I’m finding myself trying to figure out just basic terminology from the context before the person I’m talking to gets too much further along in what they’re saying and I miss something else critical. Haven’t had these kinds of butterflies in a long time, and it’s a good thing. I am both completely confident that I’ll be able to figure it all out and succeed, and also completely convinced that each moment will bring an opportunity to fuck up so royally that they won’t just fire me, they’ll be calling DHS about rendition. But that’s the kind of thing that’s important, and something I’ve been lacking for too long…quoting again from Internet Jesus (part of the same thing I said in my first post here over a year ago), “It [pretension] means ‘an aspiration or intention that may or may not reach fulfillment.’ It doesn’t mean failing upward. It means trying to exceed your grasp. Which is how things grow.”
- Speaking of, yeah, this blog has been going on now for over a year. First post was made on June 26th, 2009. I’m frankly stunned out of my underpants that I’m still here and posting. This is like my tenth blog since the word first existed, and all the previous ones petered out and died within a few weeks (I think the longest one lasted into the second month before I abandoned it). Yet here I am, a year later, still going on this one. This will be my 62nd post, which isn’t nearly as great as if I were comparing myself to the standard of a “blogger” (that would require multiple posts every day), but if you think about it, most of what’s up here is long—1500 words or longer (and some absurdly longer, like 6-8k words in some cases)—and contains original content well beyond my thoughts on the current debate over fan fiction legality on some message board somewhere, or why I decided to have a sandwich for lunch and the absolutely hilarious reasons (seriously, they were great, trust me, if you didn’t laugh, it’s okay, it was still a riot) why I ended up having soup instead. For over a year, at an average rate of more than once a week, I’ve been posting some pretty substantial shit. I don’t care about comparisons, I’m patting myself on the back for that; you can join in if you wish.
- As for posting more of that substantial shit up here…well, we might be taking a bit of an unplanned but completely necessary break on that. There’s this really intense debate over sandwiches vs. soup in fan fiction over at this— But, seriously, I cranked out thousands of words on the novel during the first bit of my time off from work through May and June, but around the 50k words point (combined since I started it in December; that’s not 50k words in like 5 weeks), I hit a bit of a wall. Correction: I woke up several hours later with a bump on my head and no real memory of what had happened. It’s now the longest thing I’ve ever written, and I think there are a dozen different reasons why I absolutely feel like my fingers are embedded in cement any time I sit down to work on it now (none of which are worth going into in a bullet-point post about several random things). That’s one of the reasons for the recent Lakers posts (aside from the silly, absurd joy of it all), and why you might be seeing more stuff like that in the near future (meaning both Lakers and non-fiction-type stuff)…I need to keep my fingers moving, and if they aren’t able to go in a certain direction at this particular moment, then like that idiot with the headband and shuffle strapped to his arm, I’m just gonna jog here in place on the corner until the light turns green again.
Anyway, it’s been an epic year, too many things to even consider the good/bad breakdown. I am nowhere near where I thought I’d be back then, which is good, that’s the way it’s supposed to work. That’s how we grow.
Thanks for hanging out with me along the way.