I like to move it, move it...

I have a lot I'm trying to write right now (HA!), and I haven't arrived at a finished anything. Actually, I haven't even arrived at a first draft 'anything' yet, but will soon. In fact, I am, right now, clacking this down, sitting in bed with a freshly iced hip, in dire need for sleep – exhausted, still from the lack of sleep achieved at Green Lake and the transporting of furniture and boxes from Jessica and Lindsey’s old to new place – but that’s neither here nor there. The topics I’m looking at include but are not limited to my weekend at Green Lake, the philosophy class I am currently taking at Oakton, a variety of personal politics, and my love for Bahá’u’lláh. Heck, I might even through some analysis of Snakes on a Plane, in response to several people’s own comments, or my love for the second to last detachment prayer, I think that’s right, in the newly printed Bahá’í Prayer book. Woah! I may even delve into the dissection of people. Yeah, I should get started on that as people are fascinatingly wonder.

So, as this is less of a literary entry and more along the lines of “diary normalé”, I would sure like to suggest that everyone go out of your way to listen to Denison Marrs’ Then Is the New Now, Gnarls Barkley’s St. Elsewhere, Band of Horses’ Everything All the Time, and Elliott Smith’s Figure 8! I would also like to suggest Adib Taherzadeh's series of books The Revelation of Bahá’u’lláh

Bye for now!