golden brown, texture like sun
lays me down, with my mind she runs
throughout the night, no need to fight
never a frown with golden brown
every time, just like the last
on her ship, tied to her mast
to distant lands, takes both my hands
never a frown with golden brown
golden brown, finer temptress
through the ages she's heading west
from far away, stays for a day
never a frown with golden brown
So I was in New Jersey this weekend for my brother's ordination. His first congregation is in Manesquan, but the ordination took place in Cherry Hill, just across the river from Philadelphia. Anyone who says that New Jersey is a dirty place to live has obviously never been there or is just a cynical bastard. This is my second trip to New Jersey - the first time was in Bridgewater - and the state has never failed to impress me. Give it a chance people! It's beautiful. Anyway, not only can I not believe that it's been four years since he started seminary and then graduated in May, but I can't believe that he's already in his first congregation. Us Lutherans know how to advance. It was really great to see all the family again. It was a reunion of sorts for my mother's side, the first time at least three of the seven children have been in the same place in a while, I believe. One of my father's brothers was there, too, along with a childhood friend of my brother's and mine from back in Martinsburg. He was the first friend my brother and I made in Martinsburg, graduated high school the same year as my brother, and was his roommate for three years at Roanoke College (yeah, I followed them, I'm a dork). He recently got his MFA from Temple, and he's an adjunct there now. I hadn't seen him in nearly two years, and I know it's been longer than that for my brother. It was great timing for everyone to get together again. My mother is so stubborn about things sometimes, especially about visiting her family. There's no rift to speak of, but she really needs a push to get going. Case in point: my grandmother's funeral. She's already been cremated, so it's not as if there's an emergency. All of the New York family are trying to get my mom to drive up Labor Day weekend for the funeral and burial, but she's so damn lazy about it. She never really gives a good reason for not wanting to go. I think my father is going to drag her up in the middle of the night to make sure. It might just be because whenever you get the wrong combination of her sisters together there's a fight, but it's never anything anyone holds a grudge over. I'll make sure she goes. Even though I'm 190 miles away from her, I'll make sure.
I now own all seven volumes of the new editions for Sin City (or at least, everything before the art collection, which I don't really want). I freaking love this shit. If I get into grad school I want to do a project on this, because this some monumental stuff. Call me a dork, but I've found a new passion. The fire, baby. It'll burn us both. It'll kill us both. There's no place in this world for our kind of fire.
lays me down, with my mind she runs
throughout the night, no need to fight
never a frown with golden brown
every time, just like the last
on her ship, tied to her mast
to distant lands, takes both my hands
never a frown with golden brown
golden brown, finer temptress
through the ages she's heading west
from far away, stays for a day
never a frown with golden brown
So I was in New Jersey this weekend for my brother's ordination. His first congregation is in Manesquan, but the ordination took place in Cherry Hill, just across the river from Philadelphia. Anyone who says that New Jersey is a dirty place to live has obviously never been there or is just a cynical bastard. This is my second trip to New Jersey - the first time was in Bridgewater - and the state has never failed to impress me. Give it a chance people! It's beautiful. Anyway, not only can I not believe that it's been four years since he started seminary and then graduated in May, but I can't believe that he's already in his first congregation. Us Lutherans know how to advance. It was really great to see all the family again. It was a reunion of sorts for my mother's side, the first time at least three of the seven children have been in the same place in a while, I believe. One of my father's brothers was there, too, along with a childhood friend of my brother's and mine from back in Martinsburg. He was the first friend my brother and I made in Martinsburg, graduated high school the same year as my brother, and was his roommate for three years at Roanoke College (yeah, I followed them, I'm a dork). He recently got his MFA from Temple, and he's an adjunct there now. I hadn't seen him in nearly two years, and I know it's been longer than that for my brother. It was great timing for everyone to get together again. My mother is so stubborn about things sometimes, especially about visiting her family. There's no rift to speak of, but she really needs a push to get going. Case in point: my grandmother's funeral. She's already been cremated, so it's not as if there's an emergency. All of the New York family are trying to get my mom to drive up Labor Day weekend for the funeral and burial, but she's so damn lazy about it. She never really gives a good reason for not wanting to go. I think my father is going to drag her up in the middle of the night to make sure. It might just be because whenever you get the wrong combination of her sisters together there's a fight, but it's never anything anyone holds a grudge over. I'll make sure she goes. Even though I'm 190 miles away from her, I'll make sure.
I now own all seven volumes of the new editions for Sin City (or at least, everything before the art collection, which I don't really want). I freaking love this shit. If I get into grad school I want to do a project on this, because this some monumental stuff. Call me a dork, but I've found a new passion. The fire, baby. It'll burn us both. It'll kill us both. There's no place in this world for our kind of fire.