Shuffle Play

Do you ever say a word over and over until it doesn't make any sense? I have an astronomy test in about 34 minutes. I can't study. Say the word "ammonia" over and over and over...those 5 little phonemes no longer convey any meaning.

I decided that it was time to go for a walk in the rain.

Exploring is the best way to discover life. I discovered on my walk to the library (where I am right now) that the bricks paving the ground behind the courtyard adjoining Mezes and Benedict hall are purple. Purple bricks? Purple is (supposedly) my favorite color, and I never noticed this before. Have I been walking with my eyes closed every day? They are really beautiful bricks.

My pants are wet, and so are my shoes. My pants are also really thick - I wore these thick Ralph Lauren jeans my sister gave me from her yard sale pile when I was home a few weeks ago. It feels like a snowy day when I was in elementary school in Washington...kids stuffing their big MC Hammer, synthetic sleeping-bag material snow-pants into little shiny galoshes, trying not to slip on the slosh and water being tracked in and dripping from the frost melting off our jackets. Everything is a little colder, a little darker, and the indoor lights have an appreciable glow, almost like neon. I like that feeling. I know that when I get home I will be able to enjoy changing into dry clothes, brewing some how brew of a drink (tea or cocoa likely) and watch the dark and cold and wet world from under my shelter.

I've got my blackberry on shuffleplay, and the likes of Derek Webb, OtR, Sleeping at Last and Jason Upton seem to be the only artists it wants to play. They have provided an odd mix of delight.

Beautiful.