Context is everything. Context is nothing.
My day so far:
My Sunday school teacher from 20 years ago testified at church this morning about how his faith helped him through divorce, unemployment and a heart attack.
I ate half a giant Supreme pizza by myself for lunch.
I listened to WNCU, Cultural Race Reggae all day. For some reason, sunny Sunday afternoons in NC call for NPR followed by reggae.
Does Hindi Dancehouse exist? The rhythms seem like they would fit.
I went to the Apple store and got a new R for my iBook. While there, I also filled out an application. They are 33.4 miles from my house, so my commute would be cut in half. They are next to a Barnes & Noble, so my money won’t travel far.
I also saw an Oscar-Meyer Weinermobile!
I have a new icon
Does Hindi Dancehouse exist? The rhythms seem like they would fit.
