Tuesday, November 21, 2006

All The Things I Meant To Blog About

I was going to blog about how amazing the Jars of Clay concert was.

I was going to blog about how cool the guy who opened for them, Matt Wertz, was.

I was going to blog about the rocking-ness of the song Peter, Matt, Ben, and I played Saturday night for the BMA Arts Festival.

And I've been meaning to blog about open-face-peanut-butter-and-honey sandwiches for like, months.

Why haven't I? It's a question that I don't even know the answer to. Well, kinda. OK fine, I do. I'm a lazy bum.

Maybe I'll catch up one of these days. Stay tuned...

Thursday, November 16, 2006

A Conversation

Ceci: That makes me think of chapter seven!
Me: What?
Ceci: Your face!

She was serious, too. Not like a joking "your face."

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Oh Yes.

I'm going to a Jars of Clay concert at 6. It's going to be amazing, I just know it. Wow.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Mysterious Skies

Me: Hey Dad! Come take a look at this one!
Him: Uh...It's blurry.
Me: Yeah!

And so you begin to see the difference in the photographer's eye, and the photographer's mind. Where I see a dream, another dimension maybe, you may see only that the birds aren't in focus. Where I envision them crossing into a cloudy, mysterious frontier, you may tell me there's too much blank space in front of the subject.
















So, what do you see? What kind of eye are you?

Dan

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Nikki Fisher is Cool So I'm Blogging About It

Right, so this is exactly how it went.

Nikki: You should post more often.
Me: OK, I'll blog about how cool you are.
Nikki:
Yeayahahayay!!! (at this point, she jumps 4 and a half feet into the air, hitting her head on the ceiling, all the while flailing her limbs in wild joy).

And so you see - Nikki is cool! She's so unique and interesting, which is a good thing. And she always has a "hi" and a smile for you walking down the hall!

Dan


Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Winter is Coming


We feel it in the wind, howling about our ears.
We see it in the trees, being stripped of their beauty even now.
Yet, there is no sign of this bleak season in our souls;

March on, winter! Take the earth into your icy grasp!
You shall have all but these hearts, for here there can be nothing but warmth.

-Dan, 10/29/06