thinking in sentences and writing it down.

Okay, so these are some thoughts. And…here goes:

• I was informed that the water in New Orleans is getting high and displacing some wildlife. Thus, the city has issued a SNAKE ALERT. That is what you call BAMF.
• Tonight The Paper Janes rocked. Oh, it was fun. I felt it in my bones. And my spirit. And my mind. I am pretty sure I felt it in every part of me. That’s what happens when I really sing. Somebody recently was talking to me about the difference between singing in church and singing at bars. “Of course you can’t feel the same kind of thing when you sing in a bar as when you sing in church,” he concluded. “Actually, I do, kind of,” I surprised him by saying. And it’s true. I feel God in the singing. No, it’s not direct worship–and it’s different, absolutely–but I feel God there. And I feel myself doing exactly what it is I should be doing. It’s like the world is right. And all of me is getting along–my body, mind, and spirit. And I feel that way in church, too. So, there you go.
• I have a loose policy that I don’t buy alcohol. But, I do accept it sometimes. Tonight a guy offered to buy me a drink. Well, okay. And then we talked for a while. And at one point, I mentioned that I had read a book about communist China, which he then followed up with, “And you’re smart, too.” It was actually quite funny to me. Because I felt a little like a dog being looked over by a breeder and a little like I had left the room and was being discussed. Plus, just cause you read a book, you are not necessarily smart. And even more to the point, just cause you say you read a book, you are not necessarily smart.
• Which reminds me of something else that is funny. A little while ago Shane and I and my various nieces and one nephew were taking a puppy named Willow out for some filming. I’d tell you more, but the project is really quite secret and may or may not have something to do with Area 51. We wanted to bring her down by the stream, and, my mom, a new and nervous puppy-mama, gave some warnings to me, Shane, and Willow, as she hesitantly acquiesced.

“She’s not smart and she can’t swim!” she yelled to us from the top of the hill. And I am not quite sure which of us said it first, but we quickly followed it up with, “And neither can the puppy…” And then had a good laugh.

• Today in yoga, one woman came in hopping mad about the noise people make outside the studio while doing whatever it is they are doing. She was complaining about how they don’t read the sign that very clearly says: QUIET, YOGA IN SESSION and make about as much noise as a person can make. “Yes, it’s a shame,” said the instructor. “But you know what? It’s life. We cannot control anyone else but ourselves. And what better way to practice this very thing then while practicing yoga?” Oh, man, so true.
• I am really sad because I was offered the chance to dance in a flash mob in NYC and get paid for it. But it conflicts with another job that I am already doing, so I cannot do it. Oh well, I would have had to dance in a bikini. Maybe that sounds like more fun than it is.
• I am tired, so tired. And am attempting a magic trick in the morning. It’s called getting up in six hours to practice yoga. Magic wand, don’t fail me now.