three beautiful things: mixtape death, following, cooking with josh

the scene was stirring: three kids in a mazda, struggling through the eleven o'clock fog. the mood somber, the vehicle puttering, the cd skipping. and that's how it came to be that we had need of retiring a mixed cd. tyler's mix. josh and i shouted a general explanation of life to tyler, then told him we're sorry, but his cd had to go. so through the misty monotone, we tossed his mixtape off of an overpass.

i love saying something that isn't quite true yet by faith until it becomes true. it comes in handy while following jesus. you've stolen my heart, yes you have...

josh and i made choc. chip pancakes. it was beautiful. and manly.


three beautiful things - paper, bacon, and accomplished street musicians

i stole this idea. "three beautiful things" is an exercise that my lit instructor (raymond pert) completes with regularity on his blog. however, i opined that it would be a good place to start.

first, a blank sheet of paper (in my this case, a text box). potential sees no bounds but the edge of the page.

bacon. my musical roommates and i were all cooking up the bacon that somebody left in the community fridge. the smell of three sizzling pans of fat pig meat, and the look on laurel's face when andrew dropped some on the floor, picked it up and threw it at brian. from there we discussed whether or not it was possible and/or gainful for tad to start laying giant eggs.

third: music. i found a low-key kind of an organic market, where i bought jam for pb&j. outside was a clean-cut and well-dressed guy with a guitar and harmonica. he said i looked just like his friend back in kentucky. i told him i was sorry, didn't have any change. he played anyway: how does it feel! to be on your own! like a rolling stone...