Correction on yesterday’s entry. At no time in my stressful work environment two days ago was there smoke coming out of anywhere.

Inspirational thought of the day:

The Big White String

It was a big white string,
On my arm
Maybe made of wool,
Maybe it was yarn
I’m going “I don’t care,”
“What’s the big deal?”
A big white string,
How’s it make you feel?

We’re walking in the sun oh yeah
We just walked out the door
He looks and says lift up your arm
I say whatever for?
It’s not like people go around
With fists thrown to the sky
But I do it anyway
And here’s the reason why.

CHORUS

I wonder where it’s from oh yeah
I wonder what it’s for.
Maybe it fell from the sky
Perhaps it’s from the floor
They could have used it for a flag
Or maybe for a kite
Or to keep my bro and sis
Attached after a fight

CHORUS

BRIDGE

It’s just a bit of string
That’s really all it was
It’s just a bit of string
So what’s with all the fuss?


Here’s why—even though it’s often restrictive and sometimes downright ridiculous—our government sees the need to regulate us in certain areas: a guy in Eugene (please don’t send any “It was Eugene, that explains it” e-mails) gets arrested for illegally towing cars away. What they would do is go to a lot and post “No Parking” sign when there were cars already in the lot. Then they’d tow ‘em and charge ‘em. How could he get away with this? Turns out regulation in the towing industry is very lax. This guy had a long rap sheet, been arrested multiple times, yet he was able to get into the business no problem. The guy, of course, said he didn’t know he was doing anything wrong, and technically there is no city law that says how long you have to wait after you post to start towing.

Tom and I got interviewed by a newspaper the other day about AHQ. The Brownsville Times is a weekly fishwrap (that only sounds disparaging, it’s really not; every newspaper’s a fishwrap) that serves the greater Brownsville metropolitan area (population maybe 2,000). It was fun, the guy was really nice and made it easy for us

I went to my first church committee meeting on Tuesday. At first I found it a little…restrictive. Like a committee isn’t the place to hash out beliefs and ideas, we’re there to get things done, in this case to plan the next Spiritual Life Meeting that will be taking place. I settled into it, though. It was actually sort of fun. See, short sentences again. I can’t get away from them.

Pet peeve: when people don’t listen to others. When someone is talking and the person they’re talking to is obviously not paying attention. Rude. And the scary thing is, I find myself doing this.