"The soul of God is poured into the world through the thoughts of men." -Ralph Waldo Emerson

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

what i'm looking for

Well I don't know what I'm looking for but I know that I just wanna look some more.

And I won't be satisfied 'Till there's nothing left that I haven't tried.

For some people it's an easy choice But for me there's a devil and an angel's voice.

Well I don't know what I am looking for But I know that I just wanna look some more.

Well I don't know what I'm living for But I know that I just wanna live some more.

And you hear it from strangers And you hear it from friends That love never dies, love never ends.

Now I don't wanna argue, no I don't wanna fight 'Cause you're always wrong and I'm always right.

Well I don't know what I am living for But I know that I just wanna live some more.

I used to be involved, and I felt like a king Now I've lost it all and I don't feel a thing.

I may never grow old, I may never give in And I'll blame this world that I live in.

I visit hell on a daily basis I see the sadness in all your faces.

I've got friends who have married And their lives seem complete.

Here I am still stumbling down a darkened street.

And I act like a child and I'm insecure And I'm filled with doubt and I'm immature.

Sometimes it creeps up on me and before I know it I'm lost at sea.

But no matter how far I row I always find my way back home.

But I don't know what I've been waiting for But I know that I don't wanna wait anymore.

Monday, September 25, 2006

airports

in lieu of my flying adventures yesterday, i've chosen to share a piece of a book i'm reading:

"
Cotard's syndrome is a mental disorder where the victim concludes that he or she is dead. Sometimes the victims of Cotard's syndrome think they can smell their own flesh rotting. I must concede that this has never happened to me. I probably don't have full-on Cotard's, but there are moments when I feel like I'm dead. This is especially true when I'm in airports. Anytime I'm in a foreign place with lots of strangers who share an identical (yet completely unrelated) purpose, I start to think I'm in purgatory. For as long as I can remember, I've had a theory that life on earth is purgatory, because life on earth seems to have all the purgatorial qualities that were once described to me by nuns. It's almost like we're all Bruce Willis in the Sixth Sense, but nobody on "earth" has figured this out yet, even though it will suddenly seem obvious when we get to the end. Sometimes I think that the amount of time you live on earth is just an inverse reflection of how good you were in a previous existence; for example, infants who die from SIDS were actually great people when they were alive "for real", so they get to go to heaven after a mere five weeks in purgatory. Meanwhile, anyone Willard Scott even congratulated for turning 102 was obviously a terrible individual who had many, many previous sins to pay for and had to spend a century in his or her unknown purgatory (even though the person seemed perfectly wholesome in this particular world). This hypothesis becomes especially clear inside any airport. It's like a warehouse full of dead people rushing from gate to gate to gate, all of whom are unaware that----if they are lucky---they will have the good fortune to board a 727 that crashes into a mountain. Then they will be out of purgatory.
These other people don't know they're dead, though. They think they're alive, wordlessly walking through the airport chomping down three-dollar Cinnabon cinnamon rolls. I might be the only one who's aware of this, which means I am quite possibly a prophet. It also means I quite possibly have Cotard's syndrome. It's always a 50-50.
"

(Killing Yourself to Live by Chuck Klosterman)

it's such an amazing perpective and i love reading klosterman's work. he's hilariously brilliant. so think about that next time you find your self in an airport. (by the way i DID have a cinnabon yesterday....lol)

Friday, September 22, 2006

objectivity and faith

"Thus, if someone wants to have faith and reason too, well, let the comedy begin. He wants to have faith, but he wants to assure himself with the aid of objective deliberation. What happens? With the aid of reason, the absurd becomes something else; it becomes probable, it becomes more probable, it may become to a high degree exceedingly probable, even demonstrable. Now he is all set to believe it, and he dares to say of himself that he does not believe as shoemakers and tailors and simple folk do, but only after long and careful deliberation. Now he is all set to believe, but, lo and behold, now it has indeed become impossible to believe. The almost probable, the probable, the to-a-high-degree and exceedingly probable, that he can almost know, or as good as know, to a higher degree and exceedingly almost know – but believe, that cannot be done, for the absurd is precisely the object of faith and only that can be believed with the passion of inwardness.

Christianity claims to be the eternal, essential truth that has come into existence in time. It proclaims itself as the paradox and thus requires the inwardness of faith – that which is an offense to the Jews, foolishness to the Greeks, and an absurdity to the understanding. It cannot be expressed more strongly: Objectivity and faith are at complete odds with each other. What does objective faith mean? Doesn’t it amount to nothing more than a sum of tenets?

Christianity is nothing of the kind. On the contrary, it is inwardness, an inwardness of existence that places a person decisively, more decisively than any judge can place the accused, between time and eternity, between heaven and hell in the time of salvation. But objective faith? It is as if Christianity was a little system of sorts, although presumably not as good as the Hegelian system. It is as if Christ – it is not my fault that I say it – had been a professor and as if the apostles had formed a little professional society of thinkers. The passion of inwardness and objective deliberation are at complete odds with each other. There is no way of getting around it. To become objective, to become preoccupied with the “what” of Christianity, instead of with the “how” of being Christian, is nothing but a retrogression.

Christianity is subjective; the inwardness of faith in the believer is the truth’s eternal decision. Objectively there is no truth “out there” for existing beings, but only approximations, whereas subjectively truth lies in inwardness, because the decision of truth is in subjectivity. For how can decision be an approximation or only to a certain degree? What could it possibly mean to assert or to assume that decision is like approximation, is only to a certain degree? I will tell you what it means. It means to deny decision. The decision of faith, unlike speculation, is designed specifically to put an end to that perpetual prattle of “to a certain degree.”

- Soren Kierkegaard, Concluding Unscientific Postscript, paraphrased.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

lifestyle

Many Christians will proudly tell you that Christianity is not a religion, but a relationship (with God). Fair enough.

But I will go on to say this: Christianity is not merely a relationship; it is a lifestyle. For it is easier to have some beliefs in certain qualities and characters of God, as compared to actually living out our life by obeying his commands. For that is the ultimate expression of our faith: If you love me (Christ), you will obey what I command. (John 14:15)

Christ is not merely a teacher of truth, he IS Truth. Therefore, to be a true Christian, one do not merely hold some intellectual opinions or dogmas about Jesus; one lives them. Did Christ not say, "I tell you the truth, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you." and "Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day." (John 6:53-54)? Unless we internalize the Way, the Truth and the Life, we have no part of him in us. Unless we live out our Christian life existentially (existing within Christ's teachings and acting accordingly instead of merely observing and believing in a detached manner), we are NOT Christians.And that, is one inconvenient truth to many self-professed Christians. To add works into "faith only" requires an active participation on our parts, which will bring us directly into conflict with the world. Nah, people would rather just lay back and believe that we will be saved by merely believing in Jesus, for it's oh-so-inconvenient to actually live as one and to step into the battlefield against the world.

And that my brothers and sisters, is the ultimate deception. Such beliefs are even more dangerous than any active atheists or pagans can come out with: for the ultimate defeat comes not from without, but within. Sadly, the threat has alrealy infiltrated deeply into the psyche of Christendom. One must therefore not only resist temptations from the world, but from the culture and norm of the Church itself.

True, it is highly possible for people who has taken this choice to walk a lonely way in their struggle to live a life worthy to be called a Christian, espeacially when one can't find much support even within the Church itself. But if one perseveres till the very end, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him. (James 1:12)

Remember, God's grace is sufficient for us!

As the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without deeds is dead.
- James 2:26

Friday, September 15, 2006

"happy"

..."happy", i muttered, trying to pin the word down. But it is one of those words, like love, that i have never quite understood. Most people who deal in words don't have much faith in them and I am no exception- especially the big ones like happy and love and honest and strong. They are too elusive and far too relative when you compare them to sharp little words like punk and cheap and phony. I feel at home with these, because they are scrawney and easy to pin, but the big ones are tough and it takes either a priest or a fool to use them with any confidence.

- Hunter S. Thompson

Thursday, September 14, 2006

you know you're from colorado when....

(this one's new and improved from the last one!)

People move onto the highway at 15 miles an hour.
You have absolutely no recognizable accent.
If the humidity gets above 25%, you consider it "muggy".
You only go to Central City when friends are in from out of town.
You have been skiing less than 10 times in your life.
You think 5-points is a ghetto.
You are the third car to run a red light after it has changed.
You say things like "I don't care how big Golden is, it's still a one-horse town".
You think only stupid people get lost in your town.
When giving directions, you never say "Turn left, turn right", it's always go West, then South.
Everyone knows "west" is towards the mountains.
During a thunderstorm you wonder "which I-25 underpass is flooding".
You never plan a picnic between 3:30 and 6:00 in Spring or Summer months.
If it rains more than 2 days straight you compare the weather to being in Seattle.
You voted for higher taxes to fund Coors field, but voted down taxes for public transportation. You have a broken windshield.
You see no reason to travel to Aurora.
The only RTD bus you've been on is the 16th Street shuttle.
You carry your $3,000 mountain bike on top of your $500 car.
You thought "Californication" would be banned by Amendment 2.
You think "South Park" is a place to stop for gas on your way to Buena Vista.
You have a business degree and are frying burgers at a McDonald's in Vail.
You have a fat tire in your refrigerator and your garage.
You own a big dog named Aspen, Buck, Cheyenne or Dakota that wears a bandanna.
You cast out your fishing line while white-water rafting.
You've never seen the tourist attractions in your own city.
You think a pass does not involve a football or a woman.
You are 82 years old and take up snowboarding.
Your real Y2K fear was running out of Celestial Seasonings tea and trail mix.
The entire top of your head is bald, but you still have a pony tail.
You personally wouldn't pay $10 per head to drive up Pikes Peak unless it was the only mountain on earth, but you tell all our house-guests to do it.
You get depressed after one day of foggy weather.
You think that formal wear is ironed denim.
North means "mountains to the left;" south is "mountains to the right;" and east and west are where all those damned liberals keep moving in from.
You go anywhere else on the planet and the air feels "sticky" and you notice the sky is no longer blue.
You consider a three-piece suit to be a pair of shorts, a sweatshirt and Birkenstocks.
You see your East Coast relatives now more than when you lived there.
You think gun control is a steady hand.
You can run up 10 flights of stairs without huffing and puffing.
You've stood on solid ground and looked down on an airplane in flight.
You know what the "Peoples Republic of Boulder" means.
You're a meat eating vegetarian.
You think the major food groups are Boulder Bars, tofu and Fat Tire Beer.
You've been tear gassed in a riot to celebrate your local sports team's victory.
You can drive over a 12,000 foot pass in 4 feet of snow, but can't get to work if there are 4 inches of snow.
You know the correct pronunciation of Buena Vista.
When you visit friends at sea level, you can drink a case of beer and not get a buzz.
Your car insurance costs more than your car.
You have surge protectors on every outlet.
April showers bring May blizzards.
You see someone riding a Harley in a snowstorm, and you look closer to see if it's anyone you know.
"Timberline" is someplace you have actually been. Many times.
You know what a "Chinook" is.
You know what a "rocky mountain oyster" is.
You know what a "fourteener" is.
But you don't know what a "turn signal" is.
A bear on your front porch doesn't bother you nearly as much as a Democrat in Congress does. Your golf bag has a 9-iron, a 3-wood and a lightning-rod.
People from other states breathe 5 times as often as you do.
Having a Senator named Nighthorse doesn't seem strange.
Thunder has set off your car alarm.
A sudden loss of cabin pressure is not a big deal.
"Where we're going, we don't need roads!" You know where Doc Holliday's grave is.
You can recognize the license plates of all 50 states on sight.
Driving directions usually include 'Go over ____ Pass...'
You've used "checking for ticks" as an excuse to get someone naked.
You've gone skiing in July.
You've gone sunbathing in January.
They were both in the same year.
You get a certain feeling of satisfaction from knowing that California and Texas are both downstream.
You know the elevation of a town, but not its population.
You never pack away your coat and sweaters.
You can name only two people you know who were actually born in Colorado.
You call tumbleweed "groundcover".
You love your Broncos, your Avs, your Rockies, Nuggets - well you can't have everything.
You or someone you know plays golf 12 months of the year.
You don't have AC in your home, but you use it in your car all winter long.
If it snows in the morning you expect it to be gone by lunchtime.
You can name the states that make up the Four Corners.
You know what and where the Continental Divide is.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Colorado.

Since Christianity is simple, it is existential.

Luke 18:
15And they brought unto him also infants, that he would touch them: but when his disciples saw it, they rebuked them.
16But Jesus called them unto him, and said, Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God.
17Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child shall in no wise enter therein.

Since Christianity is simple, it is existential.

This statement claims that Christianity is simple due to it being existential by nature. Christianity is not found in reason, the intellectual, the doctrinal, or the systematic. Christianity is essentially existential, and one virtue of an existential Christianity is that it is simple (simple in the sense that its essence is entirely independent of intellectual complication).

This does not mean a Christianity that is anti-intellectual or definitively irrational, however, since it does not necessarily follow that being independent of reason means being in conflict with reason. What I am trying to get at here is that the essence of a simple Christianity lies in our existence within the world, not our intellectual contemplation within the mind.

Existential Christianity is not just about privileging the practical over the theoretical though. Existentialism is not about ignoring the ultimate intellectual questions (such as “what is truth?”, “what is real?”, “what is the meaning of life?”), but rather finding the answers to these questions within our lived experience and not reason. Philosophers (such as the existentialists) come to this conclusion through their philosophy, poets through their artistic musings, workers through their work, and lovers through their love.

In conclusion, Christianity is simple and Existential. Those two terms are interconnected, but not entirely synonymous. Modern Christianity is not essentially existential, and thereby it is not a simple Christianity. It is caught up in the rigours of the doctrinal, to the point where it is now claimed that Christianity is these doctrines, and are constituted by them. Jesus wants followers to come to the kingdom of God as a little child, and by that he is pointing out the virtue of existential innocence that little children possess.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

reason #880

coming from the "10,000 reasons civilization is doomed" :

reason # 880- people who love and miss Kurt Cobain, but never knew him personally.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

tattoos

when it comes to tattoos, here is my advice:

1. Don't try to get a cheap tattoo. Cheap tattoos look terrible.

2. Don't get some little tattoo in the middle of a vast expanse of flesh. It will look a lot better now and later on if you get something bigger. Your alien head smoking a doobie will still look like an alien head smoking a doobie, instead of like a multicolored pork chop.

3. Don't get a tattoo of some band logo or some current fad. Trust me on this one. Seriously, dude. Alkaline Trio is NOT AWESOME, and definitely NOT AWESOME ENOUGH to advertise for the rest of your life, and SUPER NOT AWESOME ENOUGH to get that same tattoo that all the kids are seeming to get these days. You will not like it in three years. (And, no I NOT have an Alkaline Trio tattoo, I am just using that as an example, since I have seen 14,000 of them.)

4. Don't get a tattoo if you don't have the powers of self-knowledge to know what kind of stuff YOU like. Get something unique that showcases things you like to think about or people or things that mean something to you. It's cool if you like the Revend Horton Heat or whatever, but do you really feel strongly about cranked-out swallows and cherry bomb flaming dice thing? It can't be that profound, otherwise everyone else who has that tattoo would have already been inspired to start their own political party, and their presidential candidate would have been some naked lady in a martini glass with stars for nipples.

5. Don't take Advil or anything before you go... Apparently it will make things sloppier (ie. plasma-drippier) when you are getting the work done. Also, I hear that topical numbing creams are basically the worst idea ever, cause they don't last that long. Your chosen area will start to hurt in the middle of the tattoo, all at once. That would blow pretty hard, it is better to at least get used to the feeling of it and let it build up.

6. Don't get tattooed by a guy if you think he's a jerk. You are gonna have to be sitting with him for awhile, nobody likes hanging out with jerks.

7. Try not to pick it, and put a lot of lotion on it all the time after the scabs all fall off. I like using Gold Bond Ultimate Healing Lotion after my scabs fall off.

thank you and good night.

i was on your porch...

i was listening to "on your porch" by the Format today and there was something about this song that hit me. it's always been a good song, but today it almost brought me to tears. i've deemed it the anthem of the times for me:
"
what's left to lose?
i've done enough.
and if i fail, well then i fail but i gave it a shot.
cause these last three years,
i know they've been hard.
but now it's time to get out of the desert and into the sun.
even if it's alone.
"

Monday, September 11, 2006

yo la tengo ! ! !

Yo La Tengo

I Am Not Afraid of You and I Will Beat Your Ass

[Matador; 2006]

Rating: 8.3

Many Yo La Tengo fans suspected the band's best days were behind them after Summer Sun. Even the title was a bummer. In my mind I saw it as Setting Sun, and later thought of Around the Sun, both of which brought to mind autumn twilight, a slow fade into darkness, and the onset of a deadening winter. And while the music wasn't terrible (and had at least an enjoyable ambience), it sounded like it came from a band that was locked into something-- like Yo La Tengo had found a measured style they could tweak until they got bored of the band and called it quits. "If this is truly the next step in Yo La Tengo's move toward some abstract concept like artistic maturity," Eric Carr wrote in his Pitchfork Review, "I don't think I want to stick around for the conclusion."
Hearing their newest record, I'm hoping Eric hasn't left the building. From the opening bass growl of "Pass the Hatchet, I Think I'm Goodkind", it's a new morning on planet YLT. Right off, Georgia Hubley and James McNew are thriving on a riff and Ira Kaplan has his meanest distortion pedal out of hock kicking up clouds of noise because he can. And I'd forgotten how cool he can sound when singing. Here he's Joe Walsh bragging about a fully stocked medicine cabinet and the processing of his voice is perfect, with flanged midrange to accentuate his knowing calm. But Yo La Tengo wouldn't truly be back if they stayed in one place, and the following "Beanbag Chair" is a complete 180, a cuddly piano-driven ditty with velvety harmonies that wants nothing more than to find its way onto a prospective girlfriend's mixtape.
And that's the story here. Yo La Tengo have always sounded more in love with music than pretty much any indie band going, and they've let their diverse interests settle into a comfortable and productive place conducive to growing good songs. Everything they've done well in the past is found on here somewhere, even a couple of the gossamer mood pieces that previously threatened to smother their career like a damp wool blanket. An album of songs like "I Feel Like Going Home" might be trouble, but here it sounds just fine: There's lovely and subtle processing behind the piano and violin, and Georgia Hubley's voice has become a remarkably supple instrument. It's a real trick when you have her limited range to avoid sounding distant and bored, but completely inhabits her leads. The jaunty "The Weakest Part" hits the same sweet spot. It could be a nice Belle & Sebastian song, with its bouncy piano, easy harmonies, and taut construction.
The production is simple but not minimal. It feels overtly "classic" more than anything, with arrangements and instrumentation deliberately plucked from a wide range of rock and r&b sides from the past half-century. The horns backing James McNew's and Kaplan's falsettos on "Mr. Tough" are ladled from Memphis soul stew, punctuating the playfully phrased dancefloor challenge to a bully. "The Room Got Heavy", with its bongos and Martin Rev organ, is part skuzzy 70s-NYC racket, but Hubley humanizes and prettifies the drone and turns it into something approaching a song. The long instrumental "Daphnia", probably inspired by Yo La Tengo's now substantial movie-scoring side career, is more engaging than it has any right to be. It's just a guitar plucking a couple notes over and over while some crackly sound effects rustle in the background, and a creepy piano line ghosted from a John Carpenter score. And then, the scrappy "Watch out for Me Ronnie", with Kaplan half-yelling through a busted microphone, sounds like a lost Nuggets classic having a drink with the closing theme from "WKRP in Cincinnati".
Yes, "Black Flowers" is underwritten and drab, and "Songs for Mahila" is pretty enough but just sort of floats out the window, but hey, there are 15 songs and 77 minutes of music here, and it's not a perfect record. But rather than sounding overstuffed, I Am Not Afraid of You... sounds like a double album in the 70s sense, a chance for the band to stretch out and try everything in their repertoire even if the end result is a little shaggy. Really, this kind of committed and sincere musical sampler is the most natural place in the world for Yo La Tengo to be, but it wasn't clear if they'd ever find their way back.

dressing room dilemma

I can make a complaint out of absolutely anything. You probably know that by now. Yesterday, as I was shopping, I found one more thing to add to the ever-growing list of complaints. Dressing rooms. It's not that I don't like them. The problem is that every store has a different type of dressing room. They can't all just settle on a standard structure that suits everybody. There are just some things I don't like...

1. Dimly Lit Dressing Rooms: The purpose of the dressing room is to be able to try on the clothes and admire yourself in them, while deciding whether or not you'd like to purchase those clothes. The job of determining whether or not to buy said clothes is made ten times harder by the fact that you can't see them when you're in a dark dressing room!

2. Dressing Rooms Without Mirrors: Not only does it prevent the act of self-admiration in clothing that may or may not be bought based on the positive or negative results of that self-admiration, it forces you to exit the dressing room to admire along with every other woman in the store in the big mirror. When you haven't even decided if you want to buy something because you think it might not flatter your figure, it's not a good idea to force the consumer to try it out in front of everybody. You want to make sure that the article of clothing looks good on you before you try it out in public, not while you're out in public. And you might be thinking that nobody is going to be looking at you anyway, but you're wrong. Somebody is always looking, especially if you're in a group of women.

3. Small Dressing Rooms: If I don't have enough elbow room, things don't go so well. Dressing rooms the size of telephone booths just won't cut it. Each store should build the room with enough space so that each woman is able to practice her runway strut back and forth without running into the walls.

4. Dressing Rooms With Curtains: The problem with curtains is that I don't enjoy having to be worried that someone will walk on me in the process of dressing & undressing. At least with stalls, you can look under to see someone's feet and realize that the stall is occupied. With curtains, you just have to guess. I don't want to be on the other end of someone who doesn't guess very well.

5. Stores With Only One Dressing Room: I don't know why some stores think it's okay to have one dressing room for the entire store. Every woman who goes in there to buy something is going to want to try it on. Every woman who tries something on is going to want to hog the dressing room for at least 15 minutes (or more, depending on the amount of clothes she wants to buy). The line gets ridiculously long. I say, each store should have a dressing-room-to-woman ratio of at least 1 to 4.

Ideally, every store should have about 15 dressing rooms, 10 ft. by 10 ft., with a mirror that wraps around the whole dressing room, and a spotlight centered on a raised platform where I can properly admire myself while deciding not to buy the overpriced clothing that the store is trying to sell me.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

things i take for granted

Sleep.
Breathing.
Getting to push the elevator button whenever I want.
Having other people cook for me.
My car.
Good friends.

Friday, September 08, 2006

14 days...only 14 more days

i've been anticipating the opening of a life changing movie for the past few months. "The Science of Sleep" will be released in only 14 short days on september 22nd. go see it. i'm pretty sure it will change your life.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fkf-7Z3EdG4

pretty much the most wonderful part of my life

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Wednesday, September 06, 2006

imagine

Imagine one thing for me. It'll be easy. I paint a vivid picture.

A man onstage. An old fashioned stage with thick red curtains, a wood floor worn out from years of dancing and tumbles, and stage lights filled with melted wax candles. He is standing alone and there is either a backdrop of a vacant city street corner or of a quiet circus ring - center ring, you be the judge. He's whispering and no one can hear. The audience, if there even is one, can only see his mouth moving. His arms begin to twitch and his head jerks up. After a few moments of staring the crowd directly in the eyes, he finally asks loud enough for everyone to hear. A rhetorical question, it must be, because he doesn't really expect an answer. But the quiet city street, or the vacant center ring draws the voice from his lips, whether he wants to speak or not. He doesn't really want. "Are you okay?" he asks out loud, once and only once. The crowd isn't brave enough to answer. His head goes back down, he starts walking around, his arms fall silent at his side. As he walks offstage he looks one more time at the audience that may or may not be there. His eyes go from the pit, up to the balcony, and even across the ceiling. He takes this stage in one last strong time, shakes his head slow and walks out. No one claps. No one rises to their feet in grand gesture. The audience is only waiting for the main event. A few more moments of silence and the actor's head peaks one more time around that thick red curtain and he says loud enough for all to hear, "Have I made my exit then?!" And the audience bursts into applause.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

tuesday

Here is a math trick so unbelievable that it will stump you. Personally I would like to know who came up with this and why that person is not running the country.

1. Grab a calculator. (You won't be able to do this one in your head)
2. Key in the first three digits of your phone number(NOT the area code)
3. Multiply by 80.
4. Add 1
5. Multiply by 250
6. Add the last 4 digits of your phone number
7. Add the last 4 digits of your phone number again
8. Subtract 250
9. Divide by 2

Do you recognize the answer?

don't wake me i plan on sleeping in

"
again last night i had that strange dream
where everything was exactly how it seemed
with concerns about the world getting warmer
people thought they were just being rewarded
from treating others as they'd like to be treated
obeying stop signs and curing diseases
from mailing letters with the address of the sender
now we can swim any day in november

don't wake me i plan on sleeping in...

"