Do I like the new Death Cab record? I can't say I don't like it. I can say that I can't not not help falling in love with Ben Gibbard all over again. It was that one night in Iowa City that some of you might remember. So Ben, here, take my heart. You can have it again. I will not keep it for myself.
Tomorrow, I'm getting a new iPod. I have lived three weeks without one, but I can't say that I have truly lived. You understand?
I've been reading all these reports about the hurricane and I finally read something intelligent about it at the New York Times that basically said when you try to defy nature for money, you're gonna get screwed. See, as bad as I feel that people lost their houses, New Orleans was built on the idea that money could be made by building where you shouldn't build. And so the ocean takes back what was its space all along. Let's not be surprised that man lost to nature.
In children's church we used to sing this song: "The wise man built his house upon the rock/ the foolish man built his house upon the sand." In the end, basically, the rain comes down and the floods come up and the foolish man is screwed. We were supposed to learn something about God from that, but I like to think it's also applicable to, you know, building houses.