I’ve become an overnight fan of Regina Spektor. The song you’re listening to (unless you’ve pressed the stop button because you hate it so much) is called The Calculation and it’s by Regina – a song with a perfect portrayal of love and how unexpected it can be and how there’s no calculation or formula and you can’t go about it with exact precision, although we often do. Ah, she’s so poetic, and fresh, and different. I love discovering music that you don’t hear on the trashy radio.
I’m going to Pennsylvania this weekend to a town called Montrose for a church retreat and some family time. I hope there are good things to take photos of.
The travel bug is biting me hard. I’m thinking Los Angeles in November or December and then throw in a little Vegas in there since it’s only 270 miles away from LA. While in Vegas, I have to see The Beatles LOVE Cirque du Soleil show. And then next thing you know, it’s January 2011, vacation time at work refreshes, and I’m booking a Contiki tour to see more of Europe. That’s what’s going to happen, my friends. Stop planning, start making things happen.
PS. Happy September. I wish I was going to class next week to pick up my heart that I left at Ryerson University.
