If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
1 Cor. 13:1
By some strange quirk of fate, Ian and I can no longer see any analogcafe.net pages, including my blog. I have not updated lately because I thought it was down altogether, but now it seems only we’re blocked. Ironic.
I made chicken and biscuits for dinner last night, implementing my family’s suggestions — potatoes, carrots, and celery in addition to the usual peas, beans, and chicken — and found it quite delicious. Unfortunately with all the extras its volume also doubled, so we’ll have chicken and biscuits coming out of our ears before it’s all gone.
This morning I ran around Harrington Auditorium, up and down the bleachers for thirty minutes. This activity requires some good motivational music. Enter iPod Nano, loaded with sweet, energetic music. I start my stopwatch, hit the play button, and spend thirty minutes treated to the Schindler’s List soundtrack (which, if you’ve never heard it, makes Titanic sound like a rave). Tomorrow’s inspirational music selection: a toss up between I-wanna-die-emo and Enya.