as in, if I stare at these piles of paper on my desk long enough, they'll magically be graded and disappear. I can make it move with my mind.
Kanye's new album? I like all the tracks except the radio cuts. Figures.
3:10 to Yuma is fantastic. I love the mini-resurgence of the Western, because of the theological element and also, cuz it's straight-up manly (insert Brokeback joke, here). Next up: The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford.
My brother is back in town, before he heads off to school. He begins his first year of theology, after having completed all of his philosophy. It's funny because he's gotten into the habit of posing everything as a rhetorical question. "What is the best way to live a holy life?" "I don't know, Ed. Why don't you tell me?"
Little Sister (TM) Jillupa is coming to watch my sophomores play tomorrow against Barrington. Barrington = one of our fiercest rivals. But, my girls are more excited that Little Sister Jillupa is watching in the stands than actually, you know, playing against our regional rivals. Back to the drawing board.
I still can't hear out of my right ear. Please, doctor, fix it on Wednesday.
