September 01, 2004

DO it.

You do it in the car. In the washroom. You do it at concerts. You do it at church. You do it while cleaning the house or washing the dishes. You do it when no one's around to hear it, or you do it when on a noisy street so it gets drowned out. No, I'm not talking about farting.

Today on the subway, I thought to myself, "I wish that I could just sing out loud right now without people thinking I'm crazy."

see-thru aluminum

This is so cool. http://physicsweb.org/article/news/8/8/9

old boss

My old boss who left for sabbatical to do his MPA is back. He was at the opening ceremonies for the Olympics! He said they were $350(EU) for the cheapest seats.

twenty four

Here is a song from the album "Beautiful Letdown" by Switchfoot.

twenty four

Twenty four oceans
Twenty four skies
Twenty four failures
Twenty four tries
Twenty four finds me
In twenty-fourth place
Twenty four drop outs
At the end of the day
Life is not what I thought it was
Twenty four hours ago

Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And I'm not who I thought I was twenty four hours ago
Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You

Twenty four reasons to admit that I'm wrong
With all my excuses still twenty four strong

See I'm not copping out not copping out not copping out
When You're raising the dead in me
Oh, oh I am the second man
Oh, oh I am the second man now
Oh, oh I am the second man now

And You're raising these twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts
With all of my symphonies
In twenty four parts
But I want to be one today
Centered and true

I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
You're raising the dead in me
Oh, oh I am the second man
Oh, oh I am the second man now
Oh, oh I am the second man now
And You're raising the dead in me

I want to see miracles, see the world change
Wrestled the angel, for more than a name
For more than a feeling
For more than a cause
I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And You're raising the dead in me
Twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts
With all of my symphonies
In twenty four parts
I'm not copping out
Not copping out
Not copping out

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