So I went to an Elton John concert here in Asheville last night. It was pretty impressive. He played for nearly three hours. It seemed to go by really fast though because I pretty much knew almost every song by heart. You can't really escape knowing Elton John songs. It was different than most show I go to. The crowd was mostly seated, and rather polite. That's not to say they weren't excited and didn't dance or whoop and holler. It was just different having your own designated space from which you could either dance or sit. One thing I did find ironic is that a lot of people sat through "I'm Still Standing."
Sometimes I feel like I'm a hundred miles off the ground, other times I feel like the weight of the world is crushing me.
So, Chipotle, you think your the hip, fresh, saucy new spice on the block? I've got two words for you: Cayenne pepper. Think about it, that's where you'll be in ten years.
There is definitely something in the water in Florida. This guy, Terry Jones, the "pastor" who is holding the "Burn a Quran day" really irks me. He might as well take out his Gospel and burn it too, because it's all connected. It's a pity that so much media attention is being placed on Jones' egocentric publicity stunt. It's also a pity that there is a sizable number of morons out there who actually think what Jones is doing is right, patriotic, and courageous. They've even bought and mailed the church copies of the Quran to add to the pyre. It's really sad. It's also sad that he's protected from prosecution because of the First Amendment. Can't Obama call it a matter of National Security and stop this idiotic protest? Oh well, If "Pastor" Jones continues on his self-serving path I hope he finds some truth in a verse from his own good book: "Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap." - Galatians vi. 7.
So apparently the collective consciousness thinks I should be called "Chris" today. Not one, not two, but three separate people mistakenly referred to me as "Chris" today. Not that it's a bad name, but it really isn't even close to my real name. It actually only shares one letter, "S", but is five letters long. That's something they have in common.
I don't get upset with people a whole lot if people call me by the wrong name. I'm real bad with names myself. At least they recognize me. The strange thing is that out of all the mistaken names people call me, "Chris" is by far the most common. In elementary school my best friend was named "Chris", and people often mistook us for each other, even though we look nothing alike. I guess that mistake just kind of stuck in the collective subconsciousness. Do I emit a "Chris" vibe? Do I look like a "Chris", or sound like one? Maybe the universe is telling me to rethink my given name.
I don't get upset with people a whole lot if people call me by the wrong name. I'm real bad with names myself. At least they recognize me. The strange thing is that out of all the mistaken names people call me, "Chris" is by far the most common. In elementary school my best friend was named "Chris", and people often mistook us for each other, even though we look nothing alike. I guess that mistake just kind of stuck in the collective subconsciousness. Do I emit a "Chris" vibe? Do I look like a "Chris", or sound like one? Maybe the universe is telling me to rethink my given name.
Call me crazy, but I like the summer. There has been too much work, and not enough relaxation this summer. I try to tell summer that It can't end because I haven't enjoyed it enough, although I think it's too stubborn to listen.
Where did July go? When I was a kid it seemed summers would last forever. (Although still never long enough) Now it seems they're halfway over before they began. I need to go swimming, or spend a week at the beach, or something summery.
