Believe it or not, I'm still alive. I thought I was about to surface but got pulled back under.
Blogging is a worthwhile way to express yourself but a little time-consuming.

Mini-blogs:
1. It shouldn't take a pending disaster for us to let our President have his pick for health secretary.
2. Glad to see Virginia is finally going to pony up for expanded and expedited Amtrak service.
3. Dreading the megaconstruction delays in Tyson's: Toll Lanes on the beltway, and metro extension. Looking forward to the results, sometime this century.
4. Excited to meet our supply pastor for Jan's sabbatical.
5. I shouldn't be up at 11:48 on a school night.

Electrictiy

Well, I'm back. Something had to get me going again.

It WASN'T turning 35. I feel my naps coming on a little earlier now. Alas, I rarely get them.

If you haven't seen this yet, you should:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY


Most commentators have focused on the crowd's (and judges') initial low expectations: wholly unfair, and based only on appearances.

I want to focus on something else: electricity. It's nice to see a skeptical crowd so easily won over by such obvious talent. It's nice to hear that talent from the most unexpected places. It's nice to see so many people, many of younger generations, that excited about an essentially classical-sounding piece of music.

It would have been nice to feel the electricity in that room, first-hand.