VoL, to the roof of the sky; Emmylou Harris, Red Dirt Girl; and Pedro the Lion, It’s Hard to Find a Friend, are all on loan to me from Miss Jones, so I took the opportunity this morning to play them for the rather empty MLR.

By the way, I have a funnee storee about Bill Mallonee. I went to Echo Lounge a couple weekends ago for his cd release show. To make a long, boring story short and somewhat interesting, I ended up cutting out of the place before the opening bands even came on (they were taking their sweet, sweet time), walked past Mallonee in the parking lot, got out to the interstate, and vomited whilst driving far too fast for safe vomiting. So, I missed a good vomiting-all-over-Bill-Mallonee story by about ten minutes.

Sorry folks, it looks like you might have to lynch me. I’ll be waiting.

Regards,
Nathanael Mosley

I’ve been reading as much as I can in my spare time (or during time that I cannot really spare but pretend that I can). I read a couple chapters from Mere Christianity only to find that I rather disagreed with Lewis on a number of things, but I guess I’ve known that all along. I am reading My Utmost For His Highest as a daily devotional (is there any other way to read it?) and am finding that it is quite challenging. I printed out copies of City of God and a book by Tertullian, but I haven’t gotten to them yet. I also printed out On the Psalms by St. Augustine and The Ecclesiastical History of England by the Venerable Bede. I’ve begun the latter. I am in the middle of Jack Beatty’s achronological biography of Peter Drucker and have a stack of Drucker’s books (Fall of Economic Man and some collections of essays) awaiting their turn. Finally, I have completed In Season, Out of Season, an interview with “Reformed” “Marxist” Jacques Ellul. Oh, and I throw in a Cordwainer Smith short story or chapter from Atomsk whenever I can. (Now that I’ve dropped all those names, I should get scores of hits. Ain’t that right, Mr. Whole Fix-it Man?)

My fraternity brothers and I are being honored by the Red Cross of Atlanta for embracing the needle so often. Dignitaries from the the National Red Cross as well as from Georgia Tech and Atlanta are supposed to show up. Me, I’m going for the food. First, I have to stop by the St. Vincent de Paul thriftstore on Chamblee-Tucker Road to buy some shoes that I saw there yesterday. The ones that I bought from Salvation Army just before I left for Europe have totally come apart, and I have not the money to get them resoled and stitched yet. Therefore I shall purchase a similar pair, though a little more gaudy (big silver buckle, one of the reasons why my brother thinks Sketchers are so sketch), to tide me over till another year. I also want to pick up a couple books that I saw as I was stocking the shelves.

Today’s playlist hearkens back to days of yore, to the early years of the second half of last century and even [gasp] earlier. What were the sixties like, Grandpa? The first album plattered was Sibelius’ Symphony No. 5. Next came Toru Takemitsu’s Asterism, Requiem, Green, and The Dorian Horizon for 17 strings. The final platter to ride the table was Charles Ives’ Symphony No. 4.