the world is bright and beautiful

well, I officially need a job. my work with the lawn company has come to a close due to the weather’s change and the fact that after almost 4 years, I don’t want to work there anymore. no matter when it comes, this is possibly the part of life I hate more than any other. In fact, there aren’t many areas of life that I dislike, but finding a job is like pulling teeth out of my mouth. Figuring out what I’d like to do, finding something with good hours and decent pay, hell, even finding a place with an opening for a 19-year-old guitar player with superb Barista skills and no management experience is a real bastard. So wish me luck, world, I’ve a job to find.

I’m watching “A Knights Tale” on TBS. I really enjoy this movie. I like the simplicity of men crashing horses together and trying to woo women away from bad guys. Can’t fail.
But the scene where William/Ullrich’s herald is pumping the crowd for the first time with an utterly fantastic shpiel introducing the world to the grand adventures and unmatched virtue of his lord. He finishes, and the crowd erupts, already cheering the fighter before he’s taken his first ride. He’s a superstar without lifting a finger. And the best part, the reason he remains a superstar is that he backs up the high claims with a tremendous display of talent and character. An interesting balance, isn’t it? Seems to me that there is a lesson to be learned here. Maybe it’s allright to “Gild The lily” when our talent and character back it up. Maybe every song should be sung as though it is the greatest song in the world. And maybe it should sound the same way.

I really enjoyed myself tonight. I spent time with my friends Mark and Jonas, members of the infamous rock group Young America and possibly the closest friends I have. I’ve known these guys for as long as I’ve lived in Colorado, and have spent the larger portion of my last 4 years with them. This being so, spending time with them has come to be a sort of homecoming. Especially having spent a year living in Colorado Springs, feeling very removed from “the life” that was/is up here. I still remember Mark saying at my graduation party, “There are just some friends you make where you know that you’re going to be life-long friends, that they’ll always be around,” and I have seen the truth in that ever since graduating. No matter how far I get from these people, or how low I get in my life, they’re always there, ready with a decent cigar and a much-needed encouraging word. These are the friends who require nothing of each other. We can spend hours sitting in a cold garage smoking cigars and watching TV around a poker table, and still have a great night. It is hard to find friends like that, people who are content just being around each other and just being the people that we are. Mark and I talked about this a while ago, how it’s hard dealing with friends that seem to require constant effort or entertainment. I like just sitting, being real people. I know that if ever we need a serious heart-to-heart, it will be there. But when all we need is a nice cigar in a cold garage, we’ll be there too. It’s good to have friends who are a “home” to a man.

In honor of “Back To The Future” showing on the giant screen tonight, I couldn’t resist posting this little gem.

I love seinfeld so much. Right now I’m watching the episode where Kramer tries to cancel his mail and ends up at war with the USPS, Jerry has a van, and George dates his cousin to punish his parents for ignoring him. Oh, and Elaine is wooed by a new man, only to find out that her affections are triggered by subliminal memories of a TV commercial he once appeared in. There is simply no show that has ever been able to come up with such brilliant yet twistedly believable plotlines. I love this show.

I’m looking very forward to sleeping under 3 blankets tonight. No matter how thick or warm a single blanket can get, 3 blankets will always feel better. Snow has at last fallen on my good city, bringing all the good things it always does. I work for a lawn care company, so tommorow will be a snow day. A day to drink hot things and read warm things. I love snow days. I miss having snow days with my School of Worship friends. If there was ever even the slightest chance of snow, we would gather in packs and stay up as long as we needed to finally read the closing announcement on the local school district website. We were always cutting it so close, running the huge risk that it wouldn’t snow enough, classes and workouts would be proceeding as usual, and we would have 3 hours of sleep to sustain us for the next day. But God always seemed to smile on us, even in our moments of hopeful irresponsibility, and the snowfall we needed to bring us sledding hills and late mornings always arrived. I miss those days a great deal. Having a snow day makes me miss the School of Worship now more than ever. Not being there to me means nobody to share the snow day with. The rest of the world will go to work, go to school, go to life. But, quiet as it will be, perhaps even lonesome at times, I cannot wait for my snow day. God bless you all, I’m off to begin my day of winter.

Thanks to my mother for digging up this bizzare and utterly hysterical video. Although it isn’t quite as funny without her trying to imitate the voices…enjoy this.

I love these kinds of sundays. I went to church last night, so my morning today has been very laid back. I slept in, played a few flash games on the old computer, and now I’m watching “The Quiet Man” on channel 3. For those of you who don’t know, “The Quiet Man” is my all-time favorite movie. Few people understand how much I adore this film. John Wayne plays a retired boxer who moves to Ireland, land where he was born and raised, to by the old family cottage and forget the past he’s running from. He of course falls in love with a fiery, red-haired Irish woman, marries her and deals with the troubles such women can bring a man. It sounds corny, but believe me, this is a wonderful, wonderful movie.
And if that isn’t enough trivia for you, John Wayne’s character in the movie is named Sean Thornton. I am name Sean because of this character. “The Quiet Man” is also my father’s all-time favorite movie, and he decided to name his secondborn after the lead character. If he’d had his way, I would be Sean Thornton Brage, but my mother stepped in and made me a Sean Michael. Can’t help but wonder what “Sean Thornton Brage” would’ve been like. At any rate, I’m going to get back to the movie and a few more flash games. I encourage everybody to find a copy of “The Quiet Man” and watch it with someone you love. I did once, and it’s proven a happy memory.

New blog, new blogger. Nifty. And yet, like most of my previous posts on previous blogs, I don’t really feel like I have a ton to say. Or, I have tons to say, just lack the capacity to say it all in an efficient or intelligent manner. That’s why I’ve come here. Myspace just isn’t the same. There will be more posts in the days ahead, for now just do me a favor and eat some sweets and drink something warm.