i am the only son of a pastor i know who does the things i do

So I spent the first two hours of my work day in the following:

1%: My job
5%: Order blackberry. (FML)
94%: Coming to terms with being broke and trying to figure out how to not be broke and in debt without actually doing more work or getting a raise that I'm not getting until September.

The only conclusion I have come to is that...well...maybe people in their early 20s just shouldn't be allowed to have credit cards. I'm not so badly in debt (excluding car and college) that I'm really nervous, it's just a mildly concerning pinata of concern dangling above my proverbial head in my proverbial office (proverbially speaking).

Watch this:



Siiiick. Musical obsession du semaine.

I stayed up until three this morning listening to theirs and Jars of Clays new albums. Jars of Clay are a christian rock band. Not like Relient K christian...but legitimately (sometimes) Word of Christ propheting. This album...not so much. This album is about relationships. With God? Sure. But perhaps moreso with the ladies...and the world (both complicated, complicated beings). During this listen, and perhaps referencing a conversation earlier in the day, I had Pastor Melissa Scott on mute on the TV. Pastor Melissa Scott is a young girl of Italian birth who married an elder who happened to be Dr. Scott, the elder paster of the University Chapel in LA. They have a TV show which starts with her singing a song (not well) and then her talking in really complicated circles and tossing her hair over her shoulder. She is an expert linguist (but only since meeting Dr. Scott). Dr. Scott passed away from cancer a couple of years ago because, as it turns out, God's love is not a substitute for modern medicine.

The long and the short of the story is that I dozed off in the middle of watching Pastor Scott (Pastor insofar as she was ordained by her elder husband, not Paster as in M.Div) and listening to Jars of Clay.

I awoke tasting blood. But not bleeding. I can only assume this is punishment for one of my various sins of relative regularity.

In essence, I reccommend both Manchester Orchestra and Jars of Clay's new albums...they are both amazing. I do not reccommend watching Pastor Scott, although in terms of things based in religious texts on TV it's no more confusing than Kings on NBC (which I happen to like but will be cancelled).

To work!