I Love it!
I’ve been looking for a song to sing that doesn’t talk about my girl’s brown eyes. I think I found one:
When the last sole flicker of the sun goes down
And they turn the lights on all over town
That’s when you see me walkin’ Broad and Main
I’m gonna see my sugar coated baby
I’m just like a kitten, playin’ with a string
When I’m a-holdin’ that pretty little thing
She’s as sweet as honey all the way around
And she’s sugar coated all the way down
Well I’m drownin’ myself in her eyes of blue
‘Cause each and every kiss is just like brand new
I bet when you find me I’ll be nestled in her arms
Havin’ myself a-lost a week in her charms
Well her love I get for nothing, it don’t come on the cuff
It comes from her heart and I never get enough
She kisses me it’s like a drink of wine
It warms me all over just to know that she’s mine
- At 6:30, Ethan climbed into bed with us and wouldn’t go back to sleep.
- At around 6:45, I got up and set him up watching Speed Racer.
- At around 6:50, Timothy woke up and started walking on his mother’s head. I picked him up and tried to set him up in the playroom. No go. I tried to hold him while surfing Facebook. No go.
- Around 7:00, I realized he was hungry, so I set him up at the table with a bowl of goldfish crackers and some water.
- Around 7:05, Ethan came out asking for breakfast, so I pulled out cereal and set him up with a bowl of fruit loops and a cup of milk. At which point, Timothy complained about his lack of milk.
Suddenly, I realized that Timothy needed breakfast and not a snack. So I got him a cup of milk, and added the rest of the fruit loops to the goldfish.
Now, it is my contention that there is no reason to believe that fruit loops is in any way a healthier or more appropriate breakfast food than goldfish.
It’s what I do best:
It’s really disconcerting for me when I say something funny and people actually laugh. It feels like I’m being singled out and made much of for just speaking my mind. In my family growing up, ironic wit was just how people talked. It feels really bald and unguarded to say something straight out, so that’s something I would normally only reserve for lecturing or careful argument. Normal conversation is made gentle by layered meaning and ironic inversion.
So, growing up, if you said something terribly clever, you might get a nice chuckle. Scaling down from there, the next level might be a funny face. Otherwise, pleasant conversation consists entirely of wit, irony, and anecdote, sprinkled liberally with quick analytical jabs. Poor shots, of course, merit an eye roll. And then we go on.
The point of the ministry is not to change people – it’s not my job. The point is to provide safety, to provide an environment where they feel safe to bring it up if they choose. I’m not saying that people should never fear hell. I am saying that it is not what leads to true repentance. Scripture is clear that it is the kindness of God (not his severity) that leads to repentance. Relationship begins with love.
Apparently I’m not the only one to see the comparison between music training and math drills.
Really. The goal in life is to think about things that are difficult, work through them and turn them into habits, so that you can think about something else for a change.
This could very well be revolutionary.
Don Boudreaux on Thomas Sowell. Also, a video I didn’t watch.
Or at least the digital kind? Well, maybe not exactly, but he still thinks a classroom is best, if it’s a good classroom.
Myself, I’m inclined to think that classroom education is the sort of thing you should break into gently, and not really experience full-bore until college, which college should start around fourteen.