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my name is sarahrice. i live in our nation's capital. i am a librarian. i like sensible footwear. i like to read, ride my bike, and make & eat food. i am slightly above average. but not by much.
tomorrow i turn 31. last year, i turned 30 and it was great. friends came into town, i felt loved, i laughed. after a year of living in different cities, my husband and i were reunited, which was/is so, so good. things seemed to be on the brink of getting even better. don’t get me wrong, 30 feels good. in many ways i feel more confident than i ever have before. i’m sure 31 will feel much the same.
but soon after i turned 30, shit happened.
in particular, two very heartbreaking things have largely defined this past year. at times it is hard to see beyond their realities, their weight; but other times, i am hopeful, or at least i feel in control of my grief, my sadness, my anxiety.
i have countless things to be thankful for and i try to focus on that. there are these moments where everything feels right, good. i cherish those moments. i am hopeful things will get better.
with that said, this song has been a bit of my anthem:
Let me say that the transition was from the Girl Talk track to the David Bazan track was fantastic. i mean, brilliant.
also of note on this and many runs in DC (particularly through woodley park). if you, dear pedestrian, get in my way, chances are i might plow into you. this is not because i’m a jerk*, but rather not a great runner, so stopping or dramatic slow downs are not preferred.
I was first introduced to his music in the late 90s and my appreciation has only grown.
I can say with some certainty that he is my favorite musician. I know, it’s that serious.
His new album is out. It’s a bit of a departure from his previous stuff, but the more I listen to it, the more I like it. I’m especially enjoying the track “museum of flight.” This enjoyment is three fold:
1. superficially, I love museums. even just the word. museum.
2. I spent a very boring day in the late 80s at the Museum of Flight in Seattle. I was a kid. I was on family vacation (side note: my mom could plan a pretty solid, non-disney, vacation. I appreciate that very much now). I didn’t yet appreciate the art of museums. not fully.
3. Mr. Jurado hits some nice falsettos in this track. Sounds nice, real nice.