If Jesus Were in a Band....

I recently discovered a band very worthy of blogging.  An adamant fan was quoted saying, "If Jesus were in a band it would be Mumford and Sons."  Now, any hardcore fan/groupie/possible stalker of a band might say this for positive or negative attention-that is a given.  But this promising psycho might be onto something.  If you know me, you are aware that my taste in music is by no means consistent, so you will not be surprised when you listen to this abstract band of boys from London.

If you've got a sensitive ear, one of their songs has a few randy words in it (another possible counter to the assumption that Jesus would be in this band...)  so listen to the edited version where they put a big silence where certain words should be... Here are some songs you should definitely check out

Sigh No More

Little Lion Man (edited version)

Timshel

Dustbowl Dance

These can be found at your local YouTube directory and, of course, purchased on your personal iTunes account.  I hope you all are as moved by their harmony as I was.

www.mumfordandsons.com

Until next time.

The Insane Bipolar Microwave

    I swear it's out to get me.  Alright, it warms my food and normally that's all one could ask from a twentieth century technological breakthrough that secretes radiation into our suppers.  Not that we give any credence to products that slowly kill us as long as there is some benefit to our daily life/self esteem/laziness.  These include but are not limited to sweeteners, diet sodas, cell phone radiation, and the like.  If you ever read this article by Amy Worthington (http://www.globalresearch.ca/index.php?context=va&aid=7025) you'll think twice when picking up a cell phone.
   But back to my own radiation center in my kitchen.  Normal noises in my new apartment include frequent guitar-playing, squeaks from ceiling fan, the dog below threatening to eat everyone that walks past him, and the rooster that crows from 4:30 in the morning to 6:00pm in the evening (I'm thinking about inviting him over to dinner...).  A sound that I do not label as normal is the insistent, screeching, beeping sounds of the microwave at 2:30 in the morning.  A possible theory is that my microwave becomes lonely at night, creeps to my door, then makes incessant noises to wake me up, yet completely go quiet when I rush out to see what the problem is.  And call me crazy, but even when I unplug him (yes, he is a pronoun now) he keeps beeping!
    This piece of metal is making my life a living hell.  And it's not like there is a definite pattern to his chit chat- it's a mixture of long beeps, short beeps, beeps of a different pitch, morse code; he will stop for thirty seconds just as I get up to attend him, then begin again when I take a seat.  He will beep at any time of the day (mostly when I am in a comfortable position with a book in the living room), constantly begging for attention.
    No matter what I do to satisfy his complaints-give him food, take food away (what else can I do?)-he is as finicky as a cat.  Who needs a pet?  I've got enough needy technology to use up all my time and energy...