West

West is 3. He is much smarter and funnier than his dad. Last night we were trying to get him to eat some pasta. I asked him if he knew who liked to eat pasta. I was going to tell him how much mommy and daddy like pasta. He immediately answered "Jesus?" Hilarious. I had to agree with him. I think Jesus would love Ness' spaghetti and meatballs. I'm excited he knows about Jesus and hopefully he considers what things Jesus may like at other points in his day. Maybe before he decides to rip off the dog's ear. Jesus loves that dog. Someone has to.

Quick thoughts on Lost. So Whidmore (spelling?) was on the island. He is an other. I guess the thought is that Ben took his place as leader of the others. It's interesting to think how they can't change the future. But they aren't changing the future if it already happened. What? My guess is that they are living in a future where what they did in the past already happened. It will be interesting to see if they save themselves from things (maybe things that they avoided before and did not even know about).
Here are my predictions:
1. Locke is not dead, at least not in present day.
2. Obviously Daniel's mom is the white haired woman helping Ben, also from Desmond's dream, but I predict that Desmond and Penelope have to do some sort of espionage towards Pen's dad.
3. We find out about the 4 toed statue this season

All right. Chew on that. I'm off to get mediocre food (but free) at BW3.

guitar

I miss playing guitar. I play some now, but it is not like it used to be. It used to be fresh and new. I felt like I was discovering all sorts of new and wonderfulthings. Music was important. I miss talking about which woods a guitar was composed of and arguing about which bands were sellouts. I miss playing in front of unsuspecting Front Room patrons. I think that I have come around to the fact that it was over rated at the time. I wasn't as good as I pretended. I didn't want to put the work in to be better. But it was fun for a while.

Lately, I have been thinking that I should write some music and songs. I'm not sure that I have anything to say or need to get out some deep artistic side. I think it may be fun. Which is what made guitar stale for me. I stopped having fun. I thought too much about how I looked and what people thought about the music. It grew stale because it became about me. And not about God's gift of music.

So maybe I'll try and write something. Put it to music. And be okay with it sucking.