So I was thinking....

If I live to be old (I mean really old; old enough to not be able to do anything), I think I'll just sit on the couch and do nothing but listen to Starfield and Tenth Avenue North. The music is just that good.

My favorite song by Tenth Avenue North is called "Times." It's a song about who we are and God's promises to us.

Here are part of the lyrics:

I hear you say "my love is over,its underneath, its inside, its in between
the times you doubt me, when you can't feel
the times that you've questioned 'is this for real?'
the times you've broken, the times that you mend
the times you hate me and the times that you bend
well my love is over, its underneath
its inside, its in between,

these times you're healing
and when your heart breaks
the times that you feel like you've fallen from grace
the times you're hurtingthe times that you heal
the times you go hungry and are tempted to steal
in times of confusion and chaos and pain

I'm there in your sorrow under the weight of your shame
I'm there through your heartache
I'm there in the storm
my love I will keep you by my power alone
I dont care where you've fallen, where you have been
I'll never forsake you
my love never ends, it never ends.
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Other thoughts of the day:

Medieval scribes were studs. Seriously. I'm taking a calligraphy class this semester and I have a whole new appreciation for the printing press. Depending on the type of writing, it can take hours to complete a page of a manuscript.

Today I was working on Gothic Textura, more commonly known as "Blackletter." It takes painstakingly long to write because all the letters are straight up and down and each letter requires the writer to lift the pen in between the multiple strokes that it takes to make a single character. So even while I'm armed with my hot tea and itunes everytime I finish a line of text I feel like I need a nap. But those poor scribes. Not only did they not have an electric tea pot to make caffeinated beverages with, I'm pretty sure there was no peppy music to keep them going; and they just sat in a cold and cramped, 12th century equivalent of cubicles copying books all day long for years.

So if you're reading this blog, it's probably safe to say you are not a scribe and if you ever need things to be thankful for, consider that first of all, you aren't a scribe because it was a tough job. Also, all those old scribblers did a ton of manual labor to produce books and preserve manuscripts that we now have, and finally that Gutenberg was a crafty guy and saved a lot of people a lot of work.