My sister and her friend Abel recorded a version of the song, "With Every Breath". Abel is on the guitar and singing the male part. My sister, obviously, is singing the female part.
I listened to it last night on repeat. The lights were off, my eyes were closed, and the song just washed over me. The simple innocence of their rendition of this song is incredibly beautiful.
Enjoy!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Static in the morning
There's nothing like a little static in the morning to wake you up.
On the routine drive from Danville to Walnut Creek BART, I listen to The Candle, northern california's christian radio station. The stations I usually listen to are not appropriate for my 7am, half-awake stupor.
But once I get closer to BART, I start losing reception. The station changes over to some opera/little kid choir radio station. Usually I just wait out the static because I know the station will come back, but sometimes I'm stuck at the light for so long that I can't take the static anymore.
Today was one of those mornings.
On the routine drive from Danville to Walnut Creek BART, I listen to The Candle, northern california's christian radio station. The stations I usually listen to are not appropriate for my 7am, half-awake stupor.
But once I get closer to BART, I start losing reception. The station changes over to some opera/little kid choir radio station. Usually I just wait out the static because I know the station will come back, but sometimes I'm stuck at the light for so long that I can't take the static anymore.
Today was one of those mornings.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Hobby: people watching.
I love people watching.
Since I commute on BART, I have many opportunities to practice this hobby of mine. Sometimes on BART, I wonder what music is playing in everyone's ipods. Are they closet Britney Spears fans or are they listening to Mozart to calm them down from a stressful day? And what books are they reading? Do they buy into self-help philosophy or are they enjoying a cheeky novel? I always wonder what characterizes the commuters riding BART from Walnut Creek toward San Francisco.
Every now and then I take the bus to a friend's place after work instead of BARTing home. I love this change of scenery because I get to watch different kinds of people. Instead of reading books or listening to ipods, the 72 bus riders are usually chatting, laughing, or arguing. I've also discovered that babies are more common on the bus than they are on the BART. So then, what characterizes the people who ride the bus? And why are they so different from those that BART?
Since I commute on BART, I have many opportunities to practice this hobby of mine. Sometimes on BART, I wonder what music is playing in everyone's ipods. Are they closet Britney Spears fans or are they listening to Mozart to calm them down from a stressful day? And what books are they reading? Do they buy into self-help philosophy or are they enjoying a cheeky novel? I always wonder what characterizes the commuters riding BART from Walnut Creek toward San Francisco.
Every now and then I take the bus to a friend's place after work instead of BARTing home. I love this change of scenery because I get to watch different kinds of people. Instead of reading books or listening to ipods, the 72 bus riders are usually chatting, laughing, or arguing. I've also discovered that babies are more common on the bus than they are on the BART. So then, what characterizes the people who ride the bus? And why are they so different from those that BART?
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