Rhapsody in Blue
Who knows what lurks in the catacombs of Spotify if you search “jazzy organ”?
Who knows what lurks in the catacombs of Spotify if you search “jazzy organ”?
I’m leaving a familiar harbor for an unfamiliar sea.
At this point, it feels like I’m writing thank you notes out of obligation, like I had the equivalent of an internet wedding and instead of noting gifts given, I’m thanking them for playing a game with me for four hours.
I have only been told that I am free, but not what that is for.
Sleeping on a sailboat in the middle of the work week is my fulfillment of that dream.
Points against: The only time you need to know the names of Santa’s reindeer is to sing this song.
I wonder how a man who by all accounts hated tyranny treated his slaves.
We’ll likely wake earlier when you arrive, of course, but for now I am savoring the late mornings.
I didn’t think it would be difficult for me to return to my home church.
He extended his index and the remaining three-quarters of his middle finger: “that’s two—not one and a half!”