Been a second

Originally I was going to spend the night listening to Rigoberta Manchu. Then there were fanny-pack-bike-gang plans, followed by possible pseudo-rave plans. Then there were thoughts of spending the whole night studying Arabic Feminist Lit...

Tonight after I got home from work I tried to nap. This is a new thing, I come home and, exhausted from going to class all day and then working, I try to sleep for a small bit to re-energize for the last leg of the day. It doesn't work, though, me napping. Not at all. I mostly just lay there and listen to Rosie, thinking about people and things. After this I was buckling down to some Arabic when Mary dropped by. I'm so thankful for Mary. We talked for a long time, looked at the good book, and spent some time in pr.

I'm glad that I spent my night doing only this. I feel stretched so thin between class, work, and people. It doesn't have to be this way, I just allow it to be. So then there are opportunities for grace, which I'm so thankful for.

I saw Dylan and Costello last Saturday night. Not Amos Lee, however, because he played a fifteen minute set! As Paul and I were walking into the arena, the music stopped, the lights turned on, and we asked a fellow, "is he done?" The answer was yes-- we missed it all! Costello was so great though, I really enjoyed listening to him. We decided we should have been closer for Dylan, so we did some sneaking and ended up behind the stage with a bunch of sound equipment, but ultimately decided that it was necessary to see Dylan from the front (lest we see only his shoes) so we very easily accessed the ground floor. Most of Dylan's set was from Modern Times, which was to be expected but a little bit of a bummer nonetheless. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to have seen the man live, but what I wouldn't have done to hear "Blowin' in the Wind," or "All Along The Watchtower" live! We biked to and fro.

Mary brought me a photo from the Good Neighbor's picnic a couple Saturdays ago of Donnie, me, and Lenny. They look so hardcore-- especially Lenny with his spikes everywhere. I mostly just look sweaty and happy. I was, you know? There really is nothing like spending the afternoon talking to broken-and-honest-about-it brothers and sisters and getting your soulja boy dance on with street kids. I want to be surrounded by this more often-- once a week is far too little for my soul.

I should sleep. That's another thing I'm trying to do more of: sleep.