2007 June archive at Jill’s Life Updates and Random Thoughts

Archive for June, 2007

Jun

a place by the ocean.

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Categories: Music News and Discussions

This is Part 2 of __ (I haven’t decided how many yet) in the “Lyrics That Define My Life At This Particular Moment In Time” series. A lovely song, complete with an exorbitantly long introduction by me.

I’m going to Nashville next week, first for “orientation” and then to look at apartments. This should be an exciting time in life, but I really don’t want to go. I’m afraid. I’m afraid that it won’t work out in the end. I’m afraid of taking out loans and being in debt. I’m afraid that I won’t fit in (I never do). I’m afraid of being disappointed and of being a disappointment. More than anything, I’m afraid of all the responsibility that comes with this situation, if it ends up working out. So why this song? When Koji played this song live for us, he said that it’s about growing up. Yes, it’s a song about growing up, and how I want to run away from it…

I want to find a place down by the ocean.
I want to buy a boat to sail away in.
But I won’t leave for good.
Don’t you worry, no no.
After all, it was you who said it’s no good to run from your problems.

And let me tell you something.
The weight of this world is often
Too much for anyone to bear,
At least not alone.

And I’m not a drinking man;
I’ve got to get away somehow.
But that’s not to say that I will not be there when you call.

And tell dad I’m sorry,
I couldn’t fight his war.
But that’s not to say I won’t be there.
And I’ve got my reasons,
Some things that I believe in.
But that’s not to say I won’t be there, I won’t be there.

And I’ve got this place down by the ocean.
And I’ve got this boat to sail away in.
You can come visit me sometime.
We can spend the day seaside.
And I’ve got this boat…

-Lyrics by Koji. Listen to or download the song (free!) here.

I want to find a boat to sail away in.

Jun

golden.

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Categories: Music News and Discussions

Switchfoot - Golden [3:37m]: Play Now | Play in Popup

Edit: I am officially starting a blog series entitled “Lyrics That Define My Life At This Particular Moment In Time”. This is Part 1.

I’m really not a Switchfoot addict, but this song is special:

She’s alone tonight with a bitter cup and
She’s undone tonight, she’s all used up
She’s been staring down the demons
Who’ve been screaming she’s just another so and so,
Another so and so.

You are golden, you are golden child
You are golden, don’t let go, don’t let go tonight.

There’s a fear that burns like trash inside
And your shame the curse that burns your eyes.
You’ve been hiding in the bedroom
Hoping this isn’t how the story has to go.
It’s not the way it goes, it’s your book now.

(This world is a dead man down
Every breath is a fading crown away like some debilitated king
The earth spins and the moon goes round
The green comes from the frozen ground
And everything will be made new again like freedom in spring.)

-Lyrics by Switchfoot. Stream the song here.

Jun

it’s a sickness.

By Jill 1 Comment

Categories: Random Facts

So I’ve concluded that the female race must acquire some sort of innate shopping disease at birth. I mean, I don’t even enjoy shopping, but I managed to completely clean out my checking account in under two hours this evening. If that’s not a sickness, I don’t know what is.

I would also like to commend the Gap for playing nice music. It’s always pleasant to be able to listen to Sufjan while I shop. It certainly makes looking at their price tags a little less painful.

If my blogs ever get any more random, please feel free to smack me and tell me to stop blogging.

lots-o love,
Jill

ps - If you responded my previous blog entry, I have replied to you in the form of a monumental comment on that post.

Jun

quit?

By Jill 7 Comments

Categories: Life Updates

I am very seriously considering quitting podcasting, deleting MySpace, turning the computer off, and trying to live life like a normal person. Any thoughts?

Jun

God Loves Weeds.

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Categories: Random Facts

We’re dumb. Go love your dandelions:

GOD: Francis, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there in the USA? What happened to the dandelions, violets, thistle and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect, no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long-lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honey bees, and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now, but all I see are these green rectangles.

ST. FRANCIS: It’s the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers “weeds,” and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.

GOD: Grass? But it’s so boring. It’s not colorful. It doesn’t attract butterflies, birds, and bees, only grubs and sod worms. It’s temperamental with temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?

ST. FRANCIS: Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the lawn.

GOD: The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.

ST. FRANCIS: Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little, they cut it, sometimes twice a week.

GOD: They cut it? Do they then bale it like hay?

ST. FRANCIS: Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags.

GOD: They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?

ST. FRANCIS: No, sir — just the opposite. They pay to throw is away.

GOD: Now, let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow. And when it does grow, they cut if off and pay to throw it away?

ST. FRANCIS: Yes, sir.

GOD: These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back on the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows the growth and saves them a lot of work.

ST. FRANCIS: You aren’t going to believe this, Lord. When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it so that they can continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it.

GOD: What nonsense! At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. Plus, as they rot, the leaves form compost to enhance the soil. It’s a natural circle of life.

ST. FRANCIS: You’d better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and pay to have them hauled away.

GOD: No. What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter, and to keep the soil moist and loose?

ST. FRANCIS: After throwing away the leaves, they go out and buy something which they call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves.

GOD: And where do they get this mulch?

ST. FRANCIS: They cut down trees and grind them up to make the mulch.

GOD: Enough! I don’t want to think about this anymore. St. Catherine, you’re in charge of the arts. What movie have you scheduled for us tonight?

ST. CATHERINE: “Dumb and Dumber,” Lord. It’s a real stupid movie about…

GOD: Never mind. I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis.