I Love Live Music

I know I've said it before,
but I really dig seeing shows.

I went to open mic night last night at Eddie's,
and two of the women who played then
played again tonight.
I liked them enough that I went back tonight to see them.
Abi Tapia and Rebecca Loebe. They are lovely.

On Friday, Dana, Candace and I
went to Smith's Olde Bar
for Open Mic Madness
to support the Redaction.
It was great fun, and we heard
some delightful
and some cRazY
bands.

I dig live music.
I love being an audience member.

I'm totally stoked because two guys I can't wait to hear
are coming to Eddie's the next two weekends.
Ward Williams will be there next Friday
and Jay Clifford will play Saturday after next.
They are my Jump boys, and I am so excited to see them.
Ward is quirky and funny and a bit more country/folksy than Jump.
He was the cello player.
Jay was the lead vocalist
and his voice is a-maz-ing.
Ah.



p.s. This post is full of hyperlinks. I don't often do that. Ha. Rock on. No, for real -- Rock on.

Like a Fish in the Water, Like a Bird in the Air

Tonight is our first real event.
I'm a campus minister.
We're cooking out.
I love cooking out.

This morning I got called to the front
at Worship and recognized as part of
"we, the campus ministers"
who bid blessing upon the incoming students.

I'm diggin' the job
and part of me wishes I could just do it
and not take classes this year.
But never fear, I am ready for my 3rd year.
I dig my school a lot,
and I have good classes this year
(just a lot of them left to take!).
I don't want to forfeit any of the experience
and enrichment it has to offer.

Anyway, I like my job.

Life Now

Duplicity.

My job is good.
I have no real supervisor
so it's self-directed
which has been good
but I need to get a move on.
Orientation events start Saturday
and I have meals and games to plan.

I'm sad.
It's a long time
of being essentially happy.
And now I'm essentially sad.
Sad is very un-Beth.
You know I hate Lent.
I am stuck in my own Lent.
Only I can't chart the time to Easter
there's no resurrection in sight.

I went to Charleston. 

He went to Paris... 

Okay. Some pictures.

I posted a lot of pictures.
I think 22 of them.
You might want to find the first one and then look at them from the bottom up, because that's chronological. Or not. Whatever suits you.
It's 2:12am, and I have to work tomorrow.
Good thing I got tons of sleep today!
Rock on.

The department store where we went on our Tuesday jailbreak, and where we tried to eat on our last night -- alas, closed for remodeling, but we got to eat Korean barbeque at that cool restaurant instead 

A busy main street 

The back street where we found that restaurant 

Just us girls (Lane, me, Lina, Malinda), at dinner our last night in Korea 

Another view of the church where the Conference was 

The church that hosted the Conference, side view 

A woman singing in between sessions, in traditional Korean dress 

Inside the church where the Conference was held. It was massive. 

Candler street preachers, behind a smaller version of the pulpit in the church where the Conference was held. 

The Korean Pastors' Wives Choir singing to the World Methodist Conference 

Traditional Korean breakfast, prepared for us by a church where we attended 6:30am prayers (their second service of the day). There were noodle dishes, several types of kimchi, fried squash, and fish. We drank fresh tomato juice and Korean style (read: instant with powdered cream and sugar already added) coffee. 

Letting off steam at, that's right, Outback. We needed a meal that did not include kimchi. And it was good. 

At the Conference, there were lots of ladies in traditional Korean dresses, just bowing all day. That would be the least fun volunteer job. They lined the entrance area, stood at all elevator and stairwells, and greeted us at the sanctuary. They were beautiful, and I became accustomed to bowing to any and everyone I saw. And I said "kawmap-sumneeda" (thank you) to everyone, too. 

At that Chinese restaurant with some of the St. Paul kids.