Evenings of this life, Raises, and ERRO

1. Laying on the bed with Oscar reading my Economics Studies while Sungee sits in the living room stringing basses and singing along to John Mayer

2. Getting a raise! Also nice to be told that my % increase was among the highest in my group… I like to think that this was merit based and not random. Nice to know your work is recognized

3. Listening to Eric Roberson alllllll day long while “doing work and studying”

Couldn’t Hear Me

She would sit and listen for hours as I played guitar yo
Sing my songs up on the radio while she was in her car yo
Her interest will grow She came to my shows
She new every note Each line that I wrote
And suddenly she was in love
In time I met this little girl was attracted to her ways yo
What took years for some couples to build for us it just took days yo
So as time went on I wrote her more songs
Not knowing those songs will soon come along
Leaving me in pain oh...
Show must go on unfortunately
I'm all alone Up from my dreams
Cause she couldn’t hear me over the music
Didn't hear me over the music
Couldn't hear me over the music
She never really knew my song
As time went on she started to see I was not superman no
I may have a gift for these words but I'm no more than a man so
My songs about joy My songs about pain
She loved them the same but to me she changed
Holding on got so hard
I would be up in the studio Some nights she slept alone
She'll get mad, fill with jealously
Cause I'm making love to these poems oh
Now when I do shows it seems she gets steamed
As if I have flings with those girls that scream out my name
And she use to do the same
Show must go on unfortunately I'm all alone Up from my dreams
Cause she couldn't hear me over the music
Didn't hear me over the music
Couldn't hear me over the music
She never really knew my song
If I find love tomorrow hoping it don't follow
The path I've been lost on too many times
Show must go on unfortunately
I'm all alone Up from my dreams
Cause she couldn't hear me over the music
Didn't hear me over the music
Couldn't hear me over the music
She never really knew my song

Inspiration, non-working work, clean windshields

1. I e-mailed Clare, author of the original TBT to ask her how she manages to stay on top of her quest to observe things that give her pleasure… on a daily basis. She responded which I thought was nice since she probably gets a lot of e-mails.

She mentioned quite a few things in her response that are noteworthy, but most memorable are those that point to the idea that NOT finding something beautiful in her day is probably more painful than actually trying to think of something. Simply put, she’s developed a habit so important to her daily life, that to break it has become wrong.

It is a way of recording things that happen in our lives. Blogging in general is of course. But this is a quick and focused way to jot down the sources of joy in each day. She wrote that she writes daily because she knows that it will bring her joy in the future, and also, my personal favorite “thing” that keeps her going…

“I believe that because I write every day, I am a writer.”

*giggle* … I feel the same way. I have a secret desire to be a writer… so maybe if I write every day, that means that I actually already exists as a writer. Go figure! Who knew…

Lastly, she mentioned the following…

“a 3BT doesn't have to be conventionally beautiful. It just has to be one of the three most beautiful things that has happened today. You'll occasionally see things that are not beautiful at all, but are in because they could have been so much worse -- ie, 'Standing ankle deep in mud; because at least it wasn't over my knees.”

2. Talking to coworkers about music and other fun-ness. Things OTHER than work!

3. Figuring out how to replace my windshield washer fluid… by myself. classic

Donut Lady, Jill, and Peace

1. The lady at the dunkin donuts on City Line Ave. I'd been there a few mornings... I go there sometimes for coffee on my way to work. She had a horrible attitude the first few times... or so I thought anyway. must have just been my imagination... might have been cultural. I think she's from Africa... anyway, so yesterday morning, I was jammin HARD to Jill Scott's live album, and she smilled and said, " good morning?" and I said "yes. very good morning" and we both smiled really big, and then kept on with our days.

She smiled again this morning. she has a nice smile... I think I put her in a good mood with my music in the morning... i know she put me in a good mood too.


2. The Intro on the live Jill Scott Album... its amazing. I listen to it over and over... people talking and not paying attention, and then all of a sudden things start happening... bass and drums come in to calm the croud a bit... nothing out of the ordinary... but then there's this funky count down, and you here the drums kinda bringing everyone together... and you expect something loud and harsh. nice but harsh because of what was leading up to it... but instead, this full and enticing choir of brass and keys, drums smoothly fall into place and the bass keeps the groove going... that smooth transition. you have to listen to it.

3. The fact that its time to leave work and go home for the evening. peace y'all!