Tuesday, February 26, 2008


I'm almost done!

Graduate Voice Recital
In partial fulfillment of the M.A. in Liturgical Music
8:00 p.m.
March 1st, 2008
Stephen B. Humphrey Auditorium
St. John’s University

Deh, vieni alla finestra.................W.A. Mozart

Sorge il sol...................................Stefano Donaudy
Vaghissima sembianza
O del mio amato ben

Noël...........................Gabriel Fauré
La Noël Passée............Trad. Folk Song arr: Benjamin Britten
Noël des enfants qui n’on plus de maisons..Claude Debussy

Honor and Arms.............George Frederic Handel

10 minute intermission

Schon eilet froh der Akkermann.........Franz Joseph Haydn

Give me Jesus......................Moses Hogan
Joshua Fit Da Battle of Jericho.......Margaret Allison Bonds

Take My Mother Home...................Hall Johnson
Ride On, King Jesus

Antiphon..............Ralph Vaughan Williams

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Huckabee on SNL

The governor does have a sense of humor that I can appreciate. It also helps myself (and the entire state of Iowa) to forget about things like his desire to quarantine gays or his really awful family picture.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

GK on winters in Minnesota. . .

Good old Garrison Keillor really hits the nail on the head by describing my winters here in Lake Wobegon. . .

We don't have fresh fruit in Minnesota in February, nor do beautiful women behave with sensuous abandon. They sit in cafes and read novels about oppressed peoples and then they run on a treadmill for 45 minutes. We don't surf here, just toboggan, and nobody ever mistook us for gods. But we weren't hoping they would either.

We live here among skeptics and people who can irritate the hell out of us, garrulous oldsters and ditsy New Age ladies and teenagers with pants drooping down like they had a load in them and people who complain about winter, which is quite magnificent.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

I was feeling bad for Hillary,

but then I started running into these awful Hill supporter music videos. . .

Valentine's Day Poem

No one in particular, just about a lonely woman on V-Day.

i vday

don’t tell her you can’t
buy love alongside
apples and oranges
pots and pans
hamburger helper and soup.

it’s just not true
love doesn’t come easy
flowers and cards
cakes and muffins
strawberries and whipped cream

she doesn’t care
tomorrow they’ll be on sale
then love will be cheap
then she can’t
write depressing poems
in her cow covered journal.

ii there’s no pill

her body can’t excrete
what it took in yesterday

there’s only her finger
and the marvelous porcelain
gates open wide to
suck affliction out of her

or the rubbery pulley

that it might mill her fat to muscle
and form her into the models surrounding

her sweat soaked hair flattens against her scalp
while sanitary breasts bounce neatly and
golden locks of hair tango the air
surrounding her

their example is good
and they offer her advice

to weigh herself after she poops
and don’t eat processed foods
and to love herself

what is her holocaust for love
that she should fail so horrendously

does she prepare a seder for herself only
that some gentle young will sit down with her
and tell her how beautiful she is
and how wonderful her burnt meat tastes

If she had waited ‘til Friday, she could have had all that. The chocolate the luxury, cheap love at a quarter the price, but she chose otherwise, she chose to indulge her emotional lackluster and dive into chocolatescented candles and run of the mill hearts. She was her own valentine, and wasn’t that good enough?

“I love you” “hug me" sugar hearts are no good stale and taste like chemicals.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Introducing Theologian Mom!

My sister, upon realizing that she's just not nearly as cool as I am, has decided to begin blogging. I'm really looking forward to following her and her baby and her hubby as she shares her reflections on mothering and theologizing, and how the two go hand in hand. . .

Check out TheologianMom!

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Speaking of faith. . .

I was just trying to talk one of my friends into listening to Speaking of Faith with Krista Tippett. This is a really great show, emotional, intellectual, and educational. Every topic and interview is approached by Krista with absolute grace. Anyway, I thought it would be nice to share my list of "top shows" with the world.

  1. The Private Faith of Jimmy Carter
  2. Joe Carter and the Legacy of the African-American Spiritual
  3. A Radio Pilgrimage with Brother Thay
  4. On Action and Obedience with Sister Joan Chittester
  5. The Mormon Faith
  6. Money and Moral Balance

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Monday, February 11, 2008

Sometimes I feel like a Rhino. . .

Eikon and I have had a secret love affair with Threadless.com. You might have heard of this company; they sell beautiful t-shirts- the kind that you have to take a few moments to comprehend, and then you end up on your ass laughing. You might recall my friendly narwhal,butterfly fish and a great one I can't find for you promoting the biking.

But this one wins the award for "most incredible t-shirt."
though I also own the
(photo credit: threadless.com)

Can I just say, how perfect is this shirt? Isn't this how we all feel sometimes? I think we all catch ourselves trying to be something we're not. Mass media culture is constantly afflicting us with images of perfection that don't really exist, or at least they're not natural (see how good Tina Turner looked last night at the Grammy's). We spend money on concerts tickets, products advertised, art in a llforms, and in turn Tina Turner get to pay doctors to mold her body into something it isn't.

I'm a product of parents who told me I could be anything I wanted to be, which is true. I think they might have been a little disappointed about my particular choice to be a musician and a church worker, and now a volunteer for 2 years, but they taught me to think independently about what I wanted to do with my life.

I think that sometimes it's easy to confuse that sort of creating oneself, with the creating oneself that is aparent in mass-media today, especially with makover shows like nip and tuck. Sure, many of us watch those shows and think "gross, I could never do that," but even still, it becomes a possibility. I've lost about 45 pounds, and 6 inches in my waist. All along, I've known that if I had the money, I could have all kinds of operations (like liposuction and tummy tucks) that would give me the body I desire with significantly less work.

The truth is - I am not that person. I'm never going to be a skinny twink or a muscle jock. I'm just a silly Rhino, trying to improve my image (the old fashioned way), without looking at the picture of the Unicorn on the wall.

Breakfast at Tiffany's

I'm trying to do a little more reading. This poem is a result of my latest read.

Breakfast at Tiffany's

let me go lightly
to africa or wherever
so long as you're not there

my casual intent
and your chaste altruism
were a virulent poison

for you
an elixir charged to pull you closer
while really i was spading
my tunnel out of glamorhell

there's no cut loose anymore

because i'm already free
to break your heart
c'est le vie

The Other Son

A funny parody about God's other son, Wesley. . .

Singing Speeches. . .

I was amused by this parody

of this beautiful video:

I've really been enjoying the way these sorts of videos have played such a large role in the elections this year. I hope you don't mind that I'm sharing them so often!

Monday, February 4, 2008

Huckabee Girl

This one goes out to one Mrs. Selage. . .
A bit irreverent, but still funny.

Sunday, February 3, 2008


I mosey on by some enchanted shop
with love encrusted windows
and slate awnings to the sky

"Get it here" the signs say,
"taste life" and "not yet"
"be patient."

Bells warn passersby,
"Taste and see" "your reward"
in heaven. We get you there.

I'm late. But I'm not hungry.
I don't feel like cafeteria food.

"No thanks," "not today" I decide
thats where lonely people go
and I am not.