So I'm reading Catcher in the Rye and no I haven't finished it because I love lingering in the last few chapters of books. It makes them feel more important to me. Something that Holden said in the book really hit home with me though. He was talking about a speech class he had to take at one of his schools and if the speech giver ever started to rabbit trail the rest of the class had to shout out at him that he was going off topic. The thing that stuck out at me was when Holden said sometimes you have to go off track to find out what's really worth talking about. I am that person all together. I often feel like I have to get my mouth or fingers going before I can talk or type about what my mind is really wanting to say. I wonder what it must be like to be one of those people who can just say the right thing in one go. My husband is one of those people I think. This may be because he's my husband and because he's a guy but those kind of people aren't really the best conversationalists. Sometimes I just want to talk it out, sometimes I just want a conversation that is going around in circles because I enjoy talking so much.
My Dad is like Jaime. Not a big conversationalist. Again, he is a man. Maybe it is a man thing. My mother and I can spend hours on the phone talking and we probably go in circles at least ten times in each conversation but I love that. Not that talking to my father is boring because it isn't a conversation, it's wonderful in it's own way. He's wonderful because he is physically there. And it's his presence that is comforting where my mother has presence but it's her words that show her affection.
Sure I could have this all backwards but I'm pretty sure I got a few things right. I used to get frustrated with this blog because I never felt like I could really get out what I was trying to. I could never really exactly say what I was wanting to say.. I felt like I never even knew what I was trying to say. But I love the process. I love writing what I'm thinking and even though it may be boring and uneventful and it doesn't' update anyone on anything going on in our lives in particularly.. it makes me feel a little more sorted out. A little more organized.

I'm dipping out on half marathon training. I got to my long run of 6 miles and did a great job with it. And then I realized that I always get to this point where I don't really see any change in the way I look (not that I expected it but still) or the way I feel. This week I've started weight lifting again with some friends at my gym. Now that I can feel. And I know deep down that I was really supposed to be doing this in the first place. Running isn't my thing. Well.. long distance running isn't my thing. I think I'd like to keep my weekly runs at 3-4 miles maybe longer if I wanted to. But pushing beyond that only makes me feel more accomplished in something that doesn't' even matter to me. There are plenty of other things that are more important to me, piano, sewing, gardening. Those are things that I can put my energy into and see them develop. Swimming upstream against the 8 mile run that was supposed to happen tomorrow is pointless for me. Sure 8 miles sounds impressive but wouldn't I feel more fulfilled doing something that I love? Wouldn't I feel better when I get a crop of zucchini? (which by the way is looking super peppy and healthy) I've also always felt so much better about my body when I was lifting weights. I felt stronger and more capable. A "I can take on the world" feeling. I never got that while running for more than an hour.
Two weight lifting sessions later I'm sore as can be. My armpits hurt! Who's armpits hurt? But it was so fun while I was doing it and I know that as I continue the pain will go away.

UPDATES: Jaime got his job offer and accepted it. Next month he'll be moving into a new (very fancy) building to work with mice instead of monkeys. He couldn't be more happy. I'm very proud of him and very excited to see where this job will take him. He gets to keep his title of Research Assistant and will be the new lab's manager. I think he is looking forward to being the go-to guy in the lab. The one with all the answers because let's face it.. Jaime has always had all the answers. He's a freaking genius!
I have a solo tomorrow morning at EWTN it will be the Palm Sunday morning mass 7am Easter Time. I'm pretty nervous because it's my first by myself solo, not a duet with someone else. I'm also nervous because he has me singing an alto solo and I'm not an alto. It goes just low enough for me to feel like all I'm doing is breathing out 'deeply'. I'm pretty sure that there are plenty of other alto's in our choir who could sing it just as well as I can but at the same time, I'm thankful that he picked me to do it. I really do love singing. All of this has spurred deep discussions to myself lately of if I did the right thing majoring in Piano in college. All the sudden this one choir director thinks I sing really well and when I tell him that I never had voice lessons I feel inside that maybe.. what if.. what if I did have voice lessons? Would I be a better vocalist than a pianist? Oh choices. Singing may feel very natural and I may feel very beautiful when I do it, but piano is my passion. It may not be as natural and as Jaime once said "you don't KNOW the piano" like some musical geniuses, I can say that I LOVE the piano. And even more than I love the piano I love watching my students learn to love it.
I've had a lot of friends write about their purpose and what they could have been in their blogs. I've read it countless times. And I, myself, feel the same way. If I could tell you how many peers I had at SCGSAH that made it big time. My old roommate who's playing the lead in Sister Act in London, my ex boyfriend who graduated from Eastman. Sometimes I sit back and think.. if I had focused just a little bit harder I could have been where they were. If I practiced a little bit more or if I was more serious about my work I could have been something amazing! This is where my parents would tell me to speak the truth. The truth is that growing up my brother stayed at home to study and while he studied I was out with friends. The truth is that I did very well at Governor's School but I also enjoyed keeping a balance between my social life and my school work. My brother went to the Ivy League and I went to a Southern Baptist College. Speaking the truth would be saying that I was proud of my brother but I was never envious of him. Ivy League is up north and who wants cold weather all the time? Birmingham was green and lush and beautiful and I could picture myself here much more than anywhere else. (Because that's what all parents want to hear, that their daughter picked a school because it was pretty not because of what it offered) I'm sure it offered all the right things, a great piano teacher, a great campus, and my parents said I could have a car my sophomore year.
Speaking the truth would be to say that I never had any intention of going to Eastman or to Rice or Carnegie Mellon. But I have always had every intention of enjoying the life I have. I went into college knowing what I could have been, but also knowing what I wanted to be. I knew that I wanted to teach. I'll never be the world's next Glenn Gould but I would like to appreciate him more. (boy this is turning into quite the rant now isn't it?)
Speaking the truth would also tell you that I'm perfectly happy at EWTN and I'm thrilled to be asked to sing solos because I love singing but I'm not going to let it get to my head and get pipe dreams about what could have been. I'm growing plants outside, and all my turnip greens and mustard greens LOVE me, you can just tell. One of my best friends Lynnora is going to get a fabulous quilt for her wedding in June and it has been one of my greatest joys making it for her. My favorite band at the moment, Muse, played a song.. I think it's United States of Eurasia, and at the end of it is a Chopin piece and you know what? I found it in one of my books and I can play it and it's beautiful. Last night in weight lifting we did a lumber jack move that made me feel so powerful and graceful all in one. Those are the things I love about me. And if going to Governor's School and getting a degree in Piano Performance from Samford were what it took to get here. Then I think I've done pretty well for myself.
My old roommate Lindsay would tell me "Quit your bitchin'" whenever I started complaining about something. I tell myself that often. Who cares what could have been. I care about what's going to be. Namely very large very juicy tomatoes from my garden :)

I woke up early this morning. At first I was going to go to the gym but like many mornings I talked myself out of it. Who wants to get up at 6am when they don't HAVE to. By the time 7:30 rolled around I had hit snooze about a million times and Huxley had found his favorite wake up spot nestled near my chin and licking my face every time he sees my eyes open. Sometimes I can fake him out by squinting to see if he's awake but if I ever get my eyes fully open, just for a second, I get kisses. I love his morning kisses but they also mean that there is no chance of getting back to sleep. So instead of waiting until 8am to roll out of bed I got up at 7:30 and took the dogs on a walk around our townhouse complex.
I noticed a few things about our dogs while I was walking them. Specifically about how they go to the bathroom. I don't know why I hadn't noticed before, maybe this morning I was extra awake and attentive. Churchill loves to mark every tree, rock, pile of mulch, you name it. It's his. Huxley is a much more private and long lasting marker. More like, he finds a place that's kinda hidden away and he won't let his leg down until it's all gone. It takes a surprisingly long time for such a little dog. I also realized it was the same way with the poops! Huxley hid behind a building and if I hadn't watched him I wouldn't have realized what he was doing (with our dogs you have to watch them and make sure they go or else they'll make messes inside.. it happened yesterday). Churchill on the other hand will find the most open and most public place to make his poops. He'll also make sure the he makes his poops when cars drive by, or neighbors are walking around. It's almost embarrassing. I also saw Churchill almost pee on Huxley's face. He's very inconsiderate.
Here I am talking about my dogs pee and poo like you really want to know about it. But I thought it was interesting this morning, before I had my coffee. Oh and I realized that everything that Churchill does, Huxley has to do. I watched Huxley approach a neighbor getting out of their car. He was so sweet and curious and the neighbor smiled. Then Churchill realized what was going on and erupted in a series of loud barks that Huxley immediately copied. The neighbor quit smiling. Why!? Why do they do that. They are like car alarms that go off at the most inopportune time and you're stuck fumbling your keys trying to figure out how to make it stop! But I do love them. I really do.

My husband and I work late during most days of the week. We love teaching. LOVE teaching. But when 7:30 or 8pm comes around.. it's dinner time. In a big way. Last night I got home before Jaime so I started on dinner. We got a new kind of Hamburger Helper, Sloppy Joe, and that is what was on the menu for Monday. I was excited because Hamburger Helper is comfort food for me. And what's not to love after a long Monday at 8pm when you're more than just hungry, you're starving? The only problem was that it smelled bad. Like ketchup soup. It looked funny and all the sudden I began to miss Cheeseburger Macaroni so much my stomach hurt. Jaime came home and we taste tested and found out that it really did taste as badly as it smelled. I ran around to see what else we could make. Shoot! We ran out of milk. How could we run out of milk? I couldn't make anything filling or decent that didn't include milk (I don't know why that was, probably because I was delirious with hunger). So we set out to decide where we want to eat. I said, we don't have any money in our eating out budget. Jaime says, I'm hungry and I'm not going to wait to eat. I said.. you're right. I'm hungry too.

We went through the list of where we wanted to eat, Habaneros, Moes, Sol Azteca (what we aren't in the mood for Mexican, what's wrong with us?), Burger King, McDonalds, Purple Onion, Mandarin House... it was 8:15 by this time. Chic-fil-a.. yes! YES! That is indeed where we want to eat, no, wait, Saigon Noodle House. Jaime pressures me into going on an "adventure". I consent. He's rarely if ever in the mood to do something spontaneous. Saigon Noodle House it is. I'm not in the mood for soup so I'm hoping they have some rice. It's an Asian restaurant, they've got to have rice. And they did, with a really healthy dinner of stir fried veggies and chicken. Jaime fed me a jalapeno that I thought was a green bell pepper (seeds and all) and because of that he owed me a milk shake.

What an amazing night. Because the Hamburger Helper was bad I got a great dinner, ate a jalapeno that tasted exactly like burning, and a milkshake. I also got to watch Jaime eat cow's stomach and that also went into my reasoning that he owed me a milkshake. Tripe, who on earth thought that up. Oh I'll cut open this cow's stomach and cook it, yum. Gross. We ended up shutting down the Saigon Noodle House as we were the last customers to leave. We went across the street to Chi-fil-a for the milkshake and got a loud "Congratulations Mr. Black, you're our last customer of the day". When do you shut down two restaurants in the same night?! What adventurers we are!

Tonight is an equally long night for both of us. I have to teach until late and then I get to go to the New Moon DVD release party at Laurens. I have to be honest and say that I could care less about seeing New Moon for the 4th time. It is an enjoyable movie, it indulges all of the parts of me that are a woman, especially the part of me that just wants to relax and watch a movie without thinking. Plus there will be Baker's Pizza, arguably the best pizza on earth, and I'll get to spend quality time with my friends. Jaime however has a much more stressful day. He's been going through lots of interviews for a new job lately. No he's not laid off. The research grant he's been working with is ending (it was only due to last four years and now those years are over) and Jaime's been looking around at other research positions. He thinks he's found the job he wants to do and is going to meet the rest of the research team today over lunch. I know he's nervous but I also know that he'll do a fantastic job. After all that nerve racking stuff with lunches out with the team (be impressive!) and then meeting with the doctor that is running the whole operation to discuss the 'details' he has to go to traffic school until 10pm. While I'm watching Edward almost get eaten alive by the Volturi Jaime will be listening to why it's good to use your blinker and stop and stop signs. We all mess up. I had to go to traffic school last year for a ticket. I just hope that he will have had really really good news before he leaves to learn about how to drive like a human. I'm sure he will, he's amazing.

Tomorrow is going to be my second ever Wednesday to myself. Oh boy am I excited. I have lofty plans of running intervals over 3 miles to help with my speed and breathing. Finishing the boarder on the quilt I'm working on (which honestly could end me at JoAnns getting more fabric) and just laying around and being amazing all day long. Taking a long bath, talking to my little plants (half of which are dead and half of which are FANTASTIC.. we can't all be winners you know). I'm sure I'll end up cleaning something. Last time I had Wednesday to myself I cleaned my bedroom and my was it nice to sit in there are sew. SO nice! Sew nice :)

Whew it's time to get back to work, or to reading Catcher in the Rye. I'm not finished with it yet so don't spoil anything but besides the language and the fact that serial killers liked the book I'm not sure what's so controversial about it. I guess I'll find out when I finish it. Maybe he's insane? Maybe he's dying? Maybe he ends up killing someone? Oh boy I can't wait to read it.

You know how you don't like someone but you can't exactly explain why you don't like them? Most people say that there's just "something about them" that makes them un-likable. Some people either like people or hate them, there are no in betweens. Me, I have lots of in betweens, but yesterday I came across someone I just don't care for. I can't think of any reason in particular why I don't like them. I just don't. I think it's because they come across as really pretentious, kinda like, they want to make sure you know that they are important, that they have money, that they are doing charitable things.
He kept talking about this school he does a lot of volunteer work for and how he is the only person who cares about these children. He kept talking about all the books they need, and all the software that they need and how he has such a busy schedule but he guesses that no one else will help them so he will. That type of person. I tried really hard to not look him in the eyes in case he thought I wanted to listen in to what a saint he was when the most amazing thing happened. There is this other guy I know. Annoying like nobody's business. But he's not on my unlike list because he kinda can't help it. He was recently diagnosed with Aspergers Syndrome so there are somethings that he just can't help. One of those is talking to people about nothing in particular.. just talking.. the only thing is he won't stop talking.
Well he walked up to the guy on my not so likable list and started talking about nothing in particular and kept talking. He followed him out to the front of the store and kept talking. Finally the man just walked away from him, all the way out the door. Somehow it felt so good to me to watch that happen. I could think of no better ending to a perfect day than to have that haughty man rushed out the door by this well wishing stranger who just couldn't keep his mouth shut. It's like justice. A tiny little dose of it.

Tonight Jaime and I walked around our Townhouse complex. Twice. It's usually next to impossible to get him to go on a walk with me but tonight after a small amount of nagging he gave in. I had planned on taking the dogs on a long walk Wednesday but that's when we had that small flood. They were restless from being cooped up all week long and were making not so nice barking noises at each other. You know the sounds, when the fun frolic baking turns into something more carnal.. a little bit more like, I'm going to rip your insides out.
I'm typing this while sitting on the couch. Jaime's playing Final Fantasy 13 and both the dogs are fast fast asleep. So I guess the walk worked for all of us. I had fast food today and was feeling the urge to get out and be active and now that I have done so I feel complete and content. I don't have to ask Jaime to know that he's happy having me down here with him while he plays FF. I'm sorry that girl character is annoying, she really does sound pretty ditsy. "I hope she runs off a cliff" Me too, Jaime, me too.

The veggies are doing well with the exception of my swiss chard. I think mine is dying. The greens we're growing are really taking off. Jaime's convinced me to water them more often and in more quantity so I think that's what's done it. He's almost always right.
I finished the quilt top I'm making for my friend's wedding and all I have to do is the boarder. I sewed together part of what I thought would make a great boarder only to have it look very distracting when put up next to the quilt. Jaime said it looked like a circus tent. I take it that's not a positive. So now I'm back to the drawing board. And I thought I had done all the difficult work! I do have a few ideas up my sleeves that I'm going to test out.

My big toenail on my left foot stopped growing recently. I don't know what that's all about but I'm really weirded out about it. I mean, why would your toe nail stop growing? So I googled it and the only thing that came up was an ingrown toenail. It's not ingrown but the cuticle is missing and it almost looks like it is growing in the wrong direction. Weird!

I wonder if people enjoy walks as much as I do. Something about being out in the open air, using your body, doing something so simple but so healthy. I mean, it's not like running or eating a whole bunch of spinach or something, but it's just so basic. I love that. I love how basic is it. It's so simple and it makes me so happy. Jaime asked me, do you really love it that much? Yes, I love it that much. I would do it every night if I could. Especially if it stays in the 60's at night like it is right now.

Well the plants go out tomorrow morning, I can't wait to see how they do in the sunlight. I've been hardening them off all week (except the day of the FLOOD lulz) so tomorrow will be good for them. Friday. Tomorrow is Friday and it's just like my Monday. Nothing like a 12 hour day to finish off your week for you eh? It's a good thing I love what I do. I'd better get to bed, I've got mass in the morning, music store after that, and then teaching until 6pm.

I thought you could use an update on the plants! They are a growin'!

First we have the newbies, Chinese Lanterns (I was warned that these grow a bit slower than the rest and FINALLY we have some very green, very small sprouts!)




Next our greens! Mustard Greens and Turnip Greens!



Finally we have the Bell Peppers!! I think these are doing quite well so far.



Now for some progress on our Zucchini.. they are huge! Well in comparison to what they were a few weeks ago! Everything about them has thickened up, the leaves, the stems, everything. They look super sturdy. I can't wait for them to get even bigger!



Next the Yellow Squash. Not as hardy as the Zucchini looks but still doing well. I thought Zucchini was the vine but these seem to want to crawl around a whole lot more.





Now onto our Tomatoes.. I didn't plant these from seed but they have perked up quite a bit since I bought them. I'm hoping to train the stems over the edges of the planter to make for my own 'hanging tomato garden'. We'll see how that works out. I know the pictures are a little fuzzy, I do what I can.


Pretty amazing huh? The Swiss Chard hasn't changed much so I won't update right now. Plus it's pizza night and Jaime's calling me! Tomorrow begins my first Wednesday by myself, no work at all. I just don't know what to do with myself!

The veggies are growing at such a fast rate. I'm so excited! There is something so fulfilling about growing things from the ground. This morning my husband came down to the kitchen and said "You have more sprouts! The whole left side is growing!". I keep them in the study where they get a fair amount of direct sunlight but are still protected.
This weekend my friend Lauren came over and helped me transplant the Zucchini, Yellow Squash, and Swiss Chard. They are such little plants in such big containers! Since we don't have much of a yard but a huge back porch I've decided to grow the veggies in containers, don't worry I won't cram them. I'll prune back when I see which ones are going to be the strongest. I am nervous for the Swiss Chard, it looks so frail in the pots but it isn't dying so I guess it's just doing what it needs to do. I'm also hoping that we planted the squashes deep enough. I might go back and add some more soil on top to protect those tender little stems! Those are outside while I'm at work today in a sunny location. It's going to be 70 outside can you believe it?! Those plants are going to love it. Oh and I figured I'd buy some tomatoes so I got two starters at the store and put them in hanging baskets, I'm hoping that they will learn to hang down instead of growing straight up. I'm not sure how to do that yet..
I've also planted an Azalea bush in front of our townhouse, it's really small still but is in the perfect spot in front of a very large bush/tree of some sort. When it gets bigger it will look really nice. A few months ago they had to replace some wood on the front of our townhouse and when they did that they put this big machine in our yard space which left a nasty tire print. This weekend I also filled that in with dirt from planting the Azalea. I planted some flowers in a pot in front of our door and the ivy that made it through the winter (flourished actually) is in another pot with some Zinnia sprouts. Those dang Zinnia sprouts caused me a lot of heartache! When they were growing they got moldy and I had to throw many of them away. So if they can't make it through this week I'm not too sorry for them, I'll plant something else with the ivy.

So that's a lot of planting :) Upstairs we have sprouts for Bell Peppers (lots of sprouts) a few sprouts of Turnip Greens, some sort of flower that hasn't sprouted yet, the Mustard Greens haven't sprouted yet either... and Chinese Lanterns which are sprouting. In a few weeks I'll be able to start Green Beans, Okra and some others that I can't remember off the top of my head. I'm really hoping that I can keep the green thumb going that I seem to have right now. Jaime doesn't think I have much of a green thumb because I killed the philodendron that I had in the hanging baskets.. but that was because I left them out when it froze over night. I had heard that they were hearty and you could never kill them so I figured.. stay outside what do I care. They died. But other than that I've had a really good track record! I mean look at all my little seedlings :) I should take more pictures for you to see soon before things change too much. I hope we have enough veggies to give away!

Spring seems to be on it's way in Alabama. This whole week isn't supposed to get lower than the mid fifties (at least during the day time that is). I can't wait to see what next week will have for us. Next week is our Spring Break from teaching. I'm not sure how much of a Spring Break it will be since it looks like I'll be working full time at the music store but it will be relaxing.. I suppose. I've been trying to get a trip going to visit my cousins but I'm not too sure how that's going to pan out. So if we don't go up to Tennessee then I guess we'll have to think of something fun to do to celebrate not teaching for a week. Hiking? Camping? Grilling out? I can just see Jaime's face when he reads this, he's going to be like.. Camping? No. Way.

My quilting projects are moving right along. I've finally decided more details about the next endeavor and that has helped me relax about it a whole lot more. I've really got to start sewing together the boarder for the large quilt I'm doing right now. When will I find the time to do this!?

Since the Academy Awards were last night it looks like Jaime and I need to rent the Hurt Locker.

I'm growing some veggies! Here are pictures of my Zinnias (those are just flowers, I'm not going to eat them), Zucchini, Yellow Squash, and Swiss Chard sprouts!

This past weekend was long and wonderful. I ate the biggest pizza I've ever seen with Jaime and Lauren while watching Clean House Messiest House in America. I had seen that particular show already but it really doesn't matter. I could watch it a million times.
Jaime and I went to see MUSE with some friends of ours, well, some friends, and then some random people Jaime sold tickets to. I've never really been to a rock concert before. I mean, I went and saw D.C. Talk when I was younger but that's totally different. I saw Mutemath before they got big at Workplay as well as The White Oaks (which are apparently no longer a band). I had never been in an arena, sold out and packed to capacity, listening to a band play loud music to which you know all the words.

I've tried to explain to my mother why I like Muse so much. I still don't know if I got it across. My mother and I are both long winded and sometimes when talking to each other I think we get a little lost in our own words. But then again I think no matter if you are long winded or not, trying to describe to someone what you are passionate about can be difficult. I think that Muse came along to me at just the right moment. Jaime and Austin had heard of them years ago, and two years ago I heard the first song, Knights of Cydonia. I remember that I was offended by the line "I'll show you how god falls asleep on the job". I guess that's why I didn't pay much attention to them after that. Jaime came home one day with all their albums that a friend let him borrow and the rest is history.
I think that they came around at the right time because I'm more open now than I ever have been before to lots of things. Particularly politics but also simply life in general. Muse is very politically fueled and lots of their songs reflect that. Listening to their music makes me think a lot about the system we have in place for our lives. Things that we think are normal and common place. Isn't it funny how as humans we set all these little fences around ourselves and before we know it we are no longer free? We put up all these rules. Owning land, paying taxes, you name it. All of it is our own creation. I know it sounds rather communist but sometimes that sounds more natural. I was thinking about life this morning and how we work so hard to pay for things so that we can enjoy something. But we spend most of our time working. We have all these things to pay for and why do they cost money?

So I guess some of this is because I recently started a vegetable garden. The prospect of growing my own food is so exciting and liberating. You mean I can just eat my own bell peppers instead of buying them? And I can have my own bouquet of flowers without paying for them? Well.. technically the seeds cost a dollar. A friend that went to the concert with us is thinking about buying land and starting a farm to be self sufficient. Wouldn't that be amazing? You could come up with ways to create your own energy, have a well for water, there are lots of things you can do. You don't have to rely on what so many other people rely on. I like flushing toilets as much as the next person but you don't really HAVE to have it. What if you never had to pay a power bill? What if you had trees that bore fruit for you?

All of this somehow relates to how much I like Muse. It's not making much sense when I write it out but at least I'm trying :) Plus when I read up on Matthew Belamy's policital view on wikipedia he had this huge quote about how 9-11 was an inside job. And that in and of it's self makes me want to fist pump at their concert all over again. I guess what it boils down to is asking questions. Most importantly asking why. Sometimes I think that the world would be in a much different place if we just asked why. You could ask why we are at war with a country that didn't attack us... wasn't it Afghanistan that attacked us? "Attacked us". Why are we in Iraq? You could ask "Why do I believe in God?" at church. You could ask "Why am I paying too much for bananas?" at the grocery store. There is something to be said about people who are continually striving to find out "why". I have a friend who was asking "why" questions and one of her rather religious friends told her that a good Christian would never ask why because that shows lack of faith. On the contrary, I think it shows amazing amounts of faith. It shows someone who cares enough to find out exactly what's going on, someone who isn't going to believe simply because it's what they grew up believing. I would think that the person who didn't ask why would be more dangerous because they have no firm basis for their belief. "Because someone told me so" seems a lot more sandy than "Because it was proven to me".

Muse, I like to think, has the kind of music that provokes me to ask why. There is something very powerful about being in an arena with thousands of people all singing along "They will not force us, they will stop degrading us, they will not control us, we will be victorious". Something very powerful indeed.

I'm sure that I'll have more to talk about later but that's as much as I can force out without some lunch. Boy I'm hungry! I'll also need to post some pictures of the veggie garden soon :)