uhg, i have one-hundred-million things running through my mind right now. i might have to direct my pencil exercise, i have to give the guitar book back to cmt and i’ve found myself living in a limbo/paradox of seemingly impossible goals and no money/not succumbing to life and getting a real job.
on a lighter note here’s a brief narrative on an exciting and disturbing "kyle lowe evening":
earlier today i was talking to my parents about lent, sort of. we’re catholic and lent the the forty day (not including sundays) period before easter, and traditionally something is given up for the liturgical season of lent (but since sundays aren’t included, partakers are allowed to indulge in their semi controlled addictions on sunday). while briefly conversing, my mom made the one of the dirtiest comments i’ve possible heard her say (at least dirty enough to need to blog about it).
my dad was eating ice cream. i forget which kind, whatever is in our freezer. it had chocolate in it. habitually my mother (and i, but it’s unrelated for this story) give up chocolate for lent while my father (who has only been officially catholic for a few years now) doesn’t really give up anything in particular. upon seeing my father scoop ice cream into a bowl, she makes a comment out loud as she seems to do in many similar situations (it’s a different kind of habit of hers). something along the lines of, "you’re having having ice cream during lent!?!" she’s quite the instigator (but also a hypocrite because of her constant punishing of my instigations in other situations).
i defended my father by quipping, "well, if he doesn’t eat the ice cream, it will go bad before lent is over." at first my mother didn’t say anything and i thought of myself being pretty smart for curbing the wrath of my mother (and potentially that of god’s) in my post dinner euphoria (yes, i get euphoria from eating. well, i just like to use the term euphoria).
but just a moment after my internal glee, my mother re-quips, "well, i know one thing that he’s given up for lent." yes, she was talking about what you’re thinking about...
really? did that conversation need to go there!?!
only about one-hundred different lenten bedroom scenarios played out in my head in the horror of my minds eye. so, i bit my tongue and kept myself from continuing in the conversation.
did you know that a vast majority of babies are born 9 months from easter?
yeah, you with the birthday around christmas and new year, i’m talking to you. sorry if i just ruined your day for you. now you know what i felt like after that conversation.
also unrelated, i uploaded a handful of new videos to youtube.
please watch them and tell me if you liked them or not, they're mainly me playing guitar in front of my camera.
http://www.youtube.com/user/kylelowe
and i have a new song on my music profile. it was intended as a podcast jingle at the request of kyle hamilton (read about the other kyle in the salsa dancing blog) but grew into a full length, silly, pop song.
give a listen here and tell me what you think:
http://www.myspace.com/theamazingkylelowe
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