On October 6th, I drove to Atlanta.

And there I saw what allowed me to mark off an item on my "To Do Before I Die" list. I went to a U2 concert. I cried the entire time.


(There is more to come about this experience, but this will have to suffice for now. PS This is not a video that I took. Our seats were thankfully alot better, but you can hear me singing too much on our video. Plus, this video shows a bit more of the general splendor.)

Choices, choices.

Something I said once in a dream. . .

"I don't want to miss the Scribner writing on the moor." I'm not sure what that means but I kept saying it last night in a dream and now I can't get it out of my head.

I just found out that Wallace Stevens died on August the 2nd, the day after my birthday.

Strawberry Swing

I love this. I love this song. I love this video.