Introducing myself
Tuesday, 3 September 2002 05:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
carose59Titles. I Hate Titles.
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Wow. Major high day, probably a combination of Kaluha brownies for breakfast, a serious drop in the humidity (air you can breathe instead of drink! What a concept!), hormones (period? What period? I'm not having my period. That was just a . . . a trial run. Put those tampons away, we'll get back to you when the real period comes! Oh, the joy of menopause!) and music, for a change. I love books on tape, but it's nice not to have somebody else's thoughts in my head for a while. And it's nice to have Arlo singing to me again. (Arlo, and the Partridge Family.)
And, I think maybe having a new venue for my thoughts is getting me kind of jazzed, though it also feels self-indulgent.
Weighty Question of the day: if we aren't to read the Bible for its poetry, is it also wrong to sing gospel music just for the way the music makes one (me) feel? We didn't sing music like this at St. Andrew, although the singing was my favorite part of Mass. For that matter, singing is usually my favorite part of just about anything. If there was a way to sing while eating (you know, without spitting on people), I'd be there. Singing during sex? I probably don't have the breath control for it, and anyway, it would be distracting. But singing in the car is great, driving or riding. I don't sing as much as I want, because I require loud music (to drown myself out) and privacy (so as not to inflict my voice on innocent bystanders).
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Wow. Major high day, probably a combination of Kaluha brownies for breakfast, a serious drop in the humidity (air you can breathe instead of drink! What a concept!), hormones (period? What period? I'm not having my period. That was just a . . . a trial run. Put those tampons away, we'll get back to you when the real period comes! Oh, the joy of menopause!) and music, for a change. I love books on tape, but it's nice not to have somebody else's thoughts in my head for a while. And it's nice to have Arlo singing to me again. (Arlo, and the Partridge Family.)
And, I think maybe having a new venue for my thoughts is getting me kind of jazzed, though it also feels self-indulgent.
Weighty Question of the day: if we aren't to read the Bible for its poetry, is it also wrong to sing gospel music just for the way the music makes one (me) feel? We didn't sing music like this at St. Andrew, although the singing was my favorite part of Mass. For that matter, singing is usually my favorite part of just about anything. If there was a way to sing while eating (you know, without spitting on people), I'd be there. Singing during sex? I probably don't have the breath control for it, and anyway, it would be distracting. But singing in the car is great, driving or riding. I don't sing as much as I want, because I require loud music (to drown myself out) and privacy (so as not to inflict my voice on innocent bystanders).