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(Why do people use this since it's mere existence contradicts itself?)

I picked up a few more CDs to continue the nephew's musical lexicon.  I'm reading "A Brave New World" and "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance".  It is interesting how the excitement levels of these two books rises and falls complementarily.  I bought a Clint Eastwood western DVD and Heat on the cheap.  These may be the first DVD's I have ever bought for myself.  Strange, huh?

I wrote a note to one of the college kids who is struggling with finding the humility to ask for things.  Interestingly, this one wants to be a social worker.  "I'll help you but you can't help me!"  It got me thinking about why I find it so difficult to ask for help.  I think its because I don't want to find out that I'm not as loved as I would like to think I am.

I haven't seen my neighbor since she made dinner for me a couple of weeks ago.  I hope she's doing okay.  I'm not feeling like I'm supposed to be going over there to take the onslaught of her anger toward all things right of socialism and all things Christian.  I understand that she has been brainwashed into this political anger.  I also understand her anger towards all things Christian since she has been so miserably treated by her family in the name of Christianity.  April & I have hoped that our love for her would aswage it somewhat, but she seems to have dug in pretty deeply in the safety of her rage.  I'll probably knock on her door sometime this weekend to make sure she's hanging in there okay.

I still haven't purchased a new cord to hook my bass and amp up.  Hopefully I'll do that this weekend as well.  I really need to work on that Yes, Kansas, and Rush stuff for my sanity's sake.  I've been spending way too much time watching movies and killing off civilizations on the PC.

A neighbor is an awesome jazz violinist.  Once a month or so he and his wife invite some friends over for a three person concert for the evening.  Some of their friends invited me last month.  People bring nibbles and drinks and they play their fingers off.  Last time he was accompanied by a bass teacher from FAMU and a piano teacher from FSU.  There was nothing they couldn't play.  They were phenomenal!  Only 20 or so people can fit in the house and get to witness this musical excellence.  How do I end up in such places of privilege so often?  What is Abba training me for?  Or is He just reminding me how much He loves me?