This is well-put, well-written and well-executed video. I think this best represents what Tina likes to talk about when she says she believes in something bigger. I break it down scientifically, as this guy does (spoiler), but I see her point.
If you’re a Christian, we get why you integrate the Christian god into this. If you’re Muslim, we get why you integrate Allah into this. Jewish, same thing.
But for five minutes, suspend your “belief” and absorb what we think. What we see. What we admire about the universe. Try empathy … it might prove to be interesting than you might otherwise think.
Our wedding photographer Alyssa Miserendo has been featured in the local news lately. She’s doing a series of shots taken inside of homes that are foreclosed. The photos are some heart breaking and beautiful shots.
I thought I would give her a shout out. Here’s a shot to whet your whistle. Go check her out.
I’m listening to the news on the BBC and they’re interviewing Indian people on their perspectives about women in the military. Hearing their accent makes me giggle. It’s just so bump tee dump tee grump tee lump tee. I could care less about the content of their speech. It’s the rise and fall of their cadence and rhythm. It’s so much fun.
Laughing made me think about a conversation I had with my brother last night on the phone. I asked if he saw “Them Crooked Vultures” on SNL the other week. He had not, but he had listened to their recent recording.
He asked what I thought of the SNL performance. I said, “I was listening the music, and I knew the muscians on stage were all amazing, but I wasn’t getting it. Tina wasn’t getting at all. It wasn’t thrilling us. We were both like, “This isn’t good.” But I kept saying, “Dude, the bass player was rocking it. You know how I feel about the Josh Homme (Queens of the Stone Age) and Dave Grohl, but the music isn’t clicking together or something.”
My brother asks, “Do you know who the bass player is?”
“No,” I said.
“It’s John Paul Jones,” Jon said and started laughing.
I face palmed. “D’uh, yeah, oh my gosh … of course he’s great! He’s great because he is great!”
Led Zepplin bass lines are some of the best bass lines in all of music. My go-to guys are Flea, Jones (no kidding) and I liked Noel Redding (Jimi Hendrix) back in the day.
I heard Jones had joined a group recently, but I wasn’t aware it was with Grohl and Josh Homme.
My brother recently turned me on to a web site called Lala.com. It’s a site where you can buy music. But the coolest thing is if you sign up, you can listen to every single song one time before buying. Go check it out.
And, dear reader, before you run off … you’re welcome.
Yesterday on facebook my friend Crystal Van Wieren posted this video.
I’ve seen the video before (touch me) and I clicked the “like” button early yesterday morning. Last night, I got a message that Nancy Witteveen commented on Crystal’s video.
“How the hell did my Aunt Nancy comment on Crystal’s post?” I asked myself. “We’re not mutual friends.”
I clicked on the notification and Nancy had written: “sorry you feel that way Jeremy We love Gods word [one all-encompassing sic for grammar]”
I became flush, because I immediately worried that I had offended family. As that feeling subsided, I started to chuckle. I’m sure she was offended, and she must think that this kind of response was her duty and honor. Then I thought, well, the family reunion next month is going to be awkward. I’m not “out” as an atheist to my non-immediate family.