Sunday, April 15, 2007

Let Go Of Your Spoons. They Hold No Power.

A two-month disappearance from the world of blogging deserves a message of hope and liberation to the masses. Thus, have I a true word for all.

Do not feel that you must set out spoons at your dinner table if your meal only requires the use of a fork. Why do we torture ourselves so? We make needless work for ourselves by putting out the unnecessary silverware for the sake of having a complete place setting. Tell me why, outside of eating soup or small, round vegetables, must we have spoons at our dinnertables? It's a senseless tradition that needs reform. But for those that cannot release this ball and chain, I offer this note. If you must have your complete place setting, let go of the burden that you must wash your unused utencils following the meal. If spoons have not been put to use, then they hold no power. That is the rule of thumb.

Okay, this is all went through my mind today during lunch. Somewhere along the way, a small thought turned into a revolution.

Kati and I braved the elements last night and drove to Knoxville to see Switchfoot in concert. The venue was a really nice old theatre named "the Bijou." It was similar to the Tivoli, only smaller and older. Built in 1817, it's the fourth oldest building in Knoxville and is supposedly haunted. I guess some Civil War soldiers died there or something. I found this site that "documents" a ghost in the women's restroom on the second floor and how sometimes people get stuck in the middle stall or something like that. I can't remember all the facts, but I half-expected Kati to come back from the restroom talking about being stuck in the stall.

Back to the concert though...I've fully graduated to being an old rocker, because I was happily surprised to find that there were front row seats in the balcony available 15 minutes before the show. How does this graduate me to my new status? Well, I was happy because it meant that I could enjoy watching the entire show without standing if I preferred. And I did prefer, sat the entire time and pretended that my favorite band was playing for me in my living room. The idea worked pretty well until Jon Foreman started climbing a speaker and into the mezzanine level and then onto a ledge some 25 feet above the floor while singing. I think everyone was a little on edge for a second, but I'm sure it looked pretty cool from the floor.

Unfortunately, Foreman wasn't playing any impromptu coffee shops after the concert, as is often his custom, so I was home before 1 am. But I did pick up a bootleg cd with good sound quality documenting the first 10 songs of the concert for $5.

Three weeks left before the semester ends. Right now I've got grad school, job and traveling possibilities all demanding decisions for the summer.