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  • The Rescues - My Heart with You

    Seasonally, DC winter is unseasonal. It's been more than seven hundred days since our last snow storm. We've come to expect the uneventful, extended cold that's empty of snow days, snowball fights, and frosty snowmen. The new DC snow is rain.

    But some of us still hold out hope that the months between fall and spring aren't just placeholders, that they should and will come with a personality all their own (one day). And so when, even in the first week of March, forecasters nationwide predicted epic snowfall worthy of snarky nicknames (e.g., #snowquestration), while we outwardly tempered our expectations, inside we were praying like Bart Simpson getting an F.

    Life isn't like The Simpsons, though. Forecasts of "5-10 inches, we promise!" quickly devolved into, "You'll still get your snow today; just a little bit longer now." And that soon dissolved into "Well, maybe next year."

    In the end, we're left with some pretty familiar slushy murk. But on this murky day, I found something beautiful: My Heart with You, by The Rescues. It won't bring snow, but it makes being only symbolically trapped inside a bit better.

  • a moment for us

    As I make quite a big decision today, I can't help but think of the people I've let become last (but not least), of the moments I've let pass so incidentally.

    Today is a moment for us. I can't promise to solve our problems, or to change our fortunes. But today is the first in too long a time that I'll have fought to protect what matters to us. It's a step worth taking, no matter what follows. I understand that now.

    And though I am still, as I too often have been these last few years, weeks behind my personal inbox, I'm thankful that inboxes don't have expiration dates. On January 30, a great friend recommended Joe Pug's The Great Despiser. But hearing it today has been a perfectly timed first impression.

    Hey, little brother,
    did you hear I made it back to town?
    I'm getting sober -
    there's some things I gotta figure out.
    I saw the station and the lot we used to run around.
    I could've sworn that there were things I used to care about.

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