It’s a good thing I love God more than he loves me.
Scott’s boss sent Scott home today and told him he didn’t need to return. He didn’t give a reason. Scott is the only person with real income in the house. Scott’s boss had previously been a nice, open, church-going family man with whom Scott got along really well for the past two years. Why, just last month Scott’s boss even mentioned that he’d like to sponsor a race car for Scott this summer.
I love people. Especially the open, loving, Christian people of the Upper Midwest.
But then two good things happened:
The first was in Arkansas and it’s all over the news, but our friend the Ivory-Billed Woodpecker has been resurrected from extinction. This morning MPR interviewed one of the 14 people who had to keep the news a secret for the past year so Woody wouldn’t get hurt or harrassed or trampled or shot or whatever.
I love Woodpeckers. Especially Ivory-Billed Woodpeckers. They are really handsome.
But wait, there’s more!
I got a surprise package from S. in HK. Usually he sends me kickass DVD’s loaded with insanely generous amount of music, but this package wasn’t a disk and besides, he just sent me a disk a week ago.
No. This was a cool little Chinese cardboard box with a lotus flower and some writing, but no clue as to the magic within, except tiny letters that said, “fm3 buddha machine.”
Inside was a cheap plastic FM radio with a plug for headphones and a DC outlet and a little perforated front speaker. Cool. There’s a switch on the side with no markings, just up and down with arrows and a red LED.
I put in the batteries and get ready to move the tuning wheel around, but it’s just the volume. So I listen to what sounds like warbly, faraway classical music and I just figure it’s some weak late night signal from St. Olaf or something. Then I flip the switch on the side. More classical sounding notes. I flip back and it’s the other one and then I realize it’s loops. Just ambient loops that go on endlessly. I think there are 9 (at least the writing on the box looks like there are 9 things listed) and I left it on for a couple of hours and got completely spaced out.
I have like 60 gigs of music on a single external hard drive. I have two computers loaded with music. I have an iPod, a PocketPC, a camera phone, a turntable, a shortwave radio, and a police scanner within three feet of me right now.
I can never find music to write to.
Stupid Americans. Bring me my food stamps.