Twenty-two
I am twenty-two
bottles of champagne,
and twenty-two
rounds of
Auld Lang Syne.
Twenty-two kisses,
and twenty plus two
lists of improvements.
I am twenty-two sailor knots tied
in an empty stomach.
Twenty-two firework cannons
and twenty-two favorite songs,
twenty-two coins tossed
in fountain wishes,
twenty-two photo albums
twenty-two pages long.
I am twenty-two proverbs
schizophrenic, charged,
and listless.
I am twenty-two
swallows, towell dried,
of nothing, swinging on the oily hinge
of twenty-three,
a year in question.
Listening to, a lot.
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Life doesn’t stop when you move away. I had this thought, assumption, hope--whatever you want to call it--when I went away for school that everything would always stay the same, that maybe the world shut down when I turned my back and drove in the opposite direction, and it was the same when I moved to Georgia. But I come home to find that many things have changed and progressed. Among them, my sister has been married for a year and a half, nearly. I only saw for brief moments glimpses into her relationship with her husband before their wedding. For me it often seems as if they are still only dating, however now they share a bed and live ten minutes away from my parents. She called him her “husband” the other night at the dinner table. It was the first I had heard her use the term. Of course I’ve known he is her husband, but to hear her say it was strange still after these many months.
There are other things, too. Boyfriends and girlfriends when there weren’t any, pregnant bellies, lost jobs, promotions, houses, people who have moved away or are moving away, or have passed away. And as the circumstances of each person’s life change, so does their world–who they are, what they will become, and who will be there to see it all happen. Being that our worlds are all interconnected with one another, my world is changed, too. These new circumstances create distance between
you-present and
you-past and every bit that comes with each of them. One finds himself curious about those who once were his closest friends, why they don’t make sense anymore or simply why he doesn’t know
that particularly about their lives. Certainly he should know
that.
Careful, girls--your best friend isn't so precious after all.
"Diamond, it turns out, is a geek's best friend."-Joshua Davis
The New Diamond AgeWe may be seeing diamonds in a new way someday soon.
I have the greatest parents ever.
And not only because they got me this for Christmas:
Rest assured there will no longer be pictures of cameras on this site anymore, but pictures taken with the camera. Hooray for Mom and Dad!
And there was much rejoicing.
Tension
But tension is to be loved
When it is like a passing note
To a beautiful, beautiful chord.
I have the facts and I'm voting yes... Independent record stores are awesome.
Five Dollar finds of the day:
No t-shirts?
This time last year I was still wearing flip-flops in Arizona. Not so much this year.
Current Conditions in Atlanta
34°F
Mostly Cloudy Feels Like
23°F
UV Index: 0 Minimal
Dew Point: 23°F
Humidity: 65%
Visibility: Unlimited
Pressure: 30.02 inches and rising
Wind: From the Northwest at 18 gusting to 36 mph
Things I love today:
Finding a fresh voice for the first time: Ani Difranco
Sharing meals with friends
Talking to strangers like we hang out all of the time
Playing and singing songs all day
Music you can feel
Writing you can feel
Digital cameras
An honest answer
A quiet apartment in the morning
Death Cab for Cutie
Clear skies
Laughter
In Progress
I'm doing some
writing on Sarah Hatter dot com this month.
A Definition
mi·cro·man·age
To direct or control in a detailed, often meddlesome manner.
Wide Awake and Dreaming
I'm currently unable to sleep. I didn't even make it to the lying down trying to sleep phase. How is it that at 2:15 in the morning I feel more awake than I have felt all day? I could run a few miles, I'm sure of it. Or I can turn off the lights, pull the down comforter over me, and stay awake dreaming about what it would be like to do music for a living. Yeah, I'll do that.
SonyStyle USA - DSCP52KITIS
SonyStyle USA - DSCP52KITISI think I'd be okay with this, if anyone wanted to get one for me. Anyone at all. And yes, this is a hint.
The Quiet, the Noise
As I wait for the session meeting for church officers to begin, there is a trumpet being played down the hall. At first the player valves out a short Christmas sounding melody in a sweeping ascent and begins to play taps. I think that is what they're called, taps--for burying soldiers or calling them to breakfast, or whatever. Chris is playing the drums on the basketball held between his knees to a song on his CD player alarm clock. People are passing the door to our office, some stopping in to say hello, to look for a book bag, a Bible. And all of these layers of sound don't make me feel annoyed, or hurried, or frazzled--but remind me of my own busy mind and heart. How I want to slow them down, hush them to nothing, and remember that being busy and distracted only leave emptiness eventually, and how I need to make time to meditate on Truth. To empty some space in my schedule to be filled, to be grounded, and settled. To hear God.
