When we talk about the radio we usually refer to the live broadcasts that play through our stereos in our rooms and cars. There are multiple stations to choose from with everything from talk radio, to lulling classical tunes, to hard core rock, Texas country, 60’s platinum music, and everything in-between. With all these options you would think we could find several stations that satisfy our ears. But with interruptions from advertisers, the DJ’s commentary, and the playing of songs we don’t care about listening to, we often opt for popping in a CD or hooking up our iPods. In today’s world, we seem to not settle for anything that’s less than what we want, when we want it. So if radio isn’t filling our musical craving, we demand a different source… maybe even a different radio.
One form of radio that might not initially come to mind is internet radio. Online streams through sites such as Yahoo and AOL attracted an increasingly significant amount of listeners between 2005 and 2006. National Public Radio and Clear Channel began to “simulcast” their programs around this time—a technique used to broadcast their exact stations over the internet in order to reach a worldwide audience. However, this mode of transmission did not become very popular among listeners. What has become popular however, are internet radio stations that were solely created for the internet, not simulcast. Pandora Radio is a great example of this, as well as a booming business. In fact, Pandora’s constantly growing audience (and mobile ability) makes me wonder if radio stations are going to see a steady drop in listeners.
Pandora Radio lets its users be both the listener and the DJ through its use of the Music Genome Project, founded in January of 2000 by Tim Westergren. The idea behind the Music Genome Project is that every single song has certain “genes” or attributes such as its specific harmony, melody, rhythm, instrumentation, lyrics, arrangement, etc., and each of these can be captured and placed into a collection that holds songs with these similar characteristics. So as a Pandora user you can begin by creating a station based on a single song, artist, or genre that you enjoy. After that, Pandora uses the magic of the Music Genome Project to play music that has similar attributes to that of which you first chose. And if for any reason Pandora plays something you don’t like, simply give it a “thumbs down” and you’ll never hear that song play on your station again. Another great aspect of this version of internet radio is that you can create dozens of stations, which is very appealing to the listener with eclectic taste.
Pandora Radio allows its users 40 free hours of listening per month upon creating their account and notifies them when they are about to reach that max. After reaching 40 hours, listeners can pay a small fee to continue listening for the rest of the month, or choose to pay an annual subscription of $36 for unlimited listening with no advertisements. As for me, I have found the 40 hours per month to be just the right amount, therefore my listening and DJ-ing experience has been completely cash free, but not completely ad free. Though it might seem like a turn-off to know that Pandora has ads, it’s really not as bad as it sounds. In fact, the ads are so few and far between—and so short—that they go virtually unnoticed. However, it is likely I would choose to subscribe if I owned a “Pandora-friendly” mobile device such as an iPhone, Blackberry, Palm Pre, myTouch, or the new HTC Hero from Sprint. Each of these mobile devices comes with a Pandora application, making it possible to listen to this internet radio site from other locations besides a computer. In fact, Pandora owes much of its recent success to the iPhone, which Tim Westergren says “single-handedly kicked off [the] phenomenon.” Last summer, when the iPhone released its Pandora app, the number of registered users grew by 2 million. In an interview, Westergren went on to say "It changed the way consumers think about what Internet radio is. You're no longer limited to thinking it's just a computer radio."
Because the iPhone has an adapter for your car stereo, it is now possible to play Pandora Radio tunes through a car’s sound system while driving. Mobile devices and their applications—and websites such as Pandora—are completely revolutionizing the way we think bout and listen to radio, as well as creating new definitions for what radio is. Radio no longer rests in a single category of its own now that we have found ways to merge different technologies and still consider it “radio.”
Also Pandora-compatible is the new Livio Radio, a stand-alone radio that plays Pandora through its own speakers. Livio Radio does not require access to a computer or mobile device, but can operate anywhere a Web connection and a power outlet are together. The Livio Radio searches for your home or office wireless network with its built-in Wi-Fi antenna, then syncs with your existing Pandora account. It has the same type of controls and functions that you’ll find on Pandora’s website, only they are actual buttons instead of images on a screen. Priced for about $200 on Amazon.com, and bids ending around $170 on Ebay.com, the Livio Radio seems like a great investment considering the rest is free.
Interesting Facts and Statistics:
· After a Streaming Rate Agreement, Pandora was able to raise $35 million in funding in July of 2009, saving them from possible failure due to the rising streaming rates which were likely to cause any internet radio company to fall.
· Pandora currently has around 31 million members and is adding up to 65,000 more each day.
· 30 percent of Pandora listening is already on mobile, and the company is adding more than half of its new users on some kind of mobile devices.
· More than 20 percent of the Internet population is aware of Pandora, and 40 percent of those who are aware use it.
· Pandora has played 4.7 billion songs.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
A Night So Cool For a Heart On Fire
89 degrees one day, 64 the next. That's some typical Texas weather right there, folks. Monday was the first day of Autumn, but today's weather proved the changing season true with the cadence of rain, a refreshing cool front, smokey gray skies, and the need for the heater in my car this morning (pathetic, I know).
The cool front actually started coming in Tuesday night, just about the time I and about 7,000 other A&M students were gathered together at Kyle Field for a miraculous night of worship at what is called "Breakaway." It was such a great feeling to be out in the open air while the worship band played and we all sang along. It's funny how praise and worship at a roofless venue can really make me feel like I'm closer to God, and how even though I stood amongst such a huge crowd that night, it all felt so intimate.
Breakaway, if you don't know about it, is a non-denominational Bible study and worship service lead by Ben Stuart, a 1998 Texas A&M graduate. Ben does an absolutely amazing job preaching the Word of God. In fact, I feel as though he does more than preach- he paints us all a picture; he tells it like it is; he makes us genuinely laugh; he resonates with us; he delivers a message that equally convicts and gives hope. The messages delivered at Breakaway have not only aided in my understanding what the Lord desires for my life, but they have also given me that extra push I so often need to actually apply those things daily and realize their purpose and value. It has been an opportunity like no other, being a part of something amazing taking place on this campus and at the same time filling a deep, desperate need I have to worship a God so just and loving.
Tonight, I am thankful for Breakaway. Thankful for the crispness of the air. Thankful for the freedom I have to express my belief that Jesus Christ is Lord.
If you want to hear a Breakaway message, I highly encourage you to listen to the FREE podcasts!
The cool front actually started coming in Tuesday night, just about the time I and about 7,000 other A&M students were gathered together at Kyle Field for a miraculous night of worship at what is called "Breakaway." It was such a great feeling to be out in the open air while the worship band played and we all sang along. It's funny how praise and worship at a roofless venue can really make me feel like I'm closer to God, and how even though I stood amongst such a huge crowd that night, it all felt so intimate.
Breakaway, if you don't know about it, is a non-denominational Bible study and worship service lead by Ben Stuart, a 1998 Texas A&M graduate. Ben does an absolutely amazing job preaching the Word of God. In fact, I feel as though he does more than preach- he paints us all a picture; he tells it like it is; he makes us genuinely laugh; he resonates with us; he delivers a message that equally convicts and gives hope. The messages delivered at Breakaway have not only aided in my understanding what the Lord desires for my life, but they have also given me that extra push I so often need to actually apply those things daily and realize their purpose and value. It has been an opportunity like no other, being a part of something amazing taking place on this campus and at the same time filling a deep, desperate need I have to worship a God so just and loving.
Tonight, I am thankful for Breakaway. Thankful for the crispness of the air. Thankful for the freedom I have to express my belief that Jesus Christ is Lord.
If you want to hear a Breakaway message, I highly encourage you to listen to the FREE podcasts!
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Branching Out
I've had this fascination with trees for quite a while now. I find them both majestic and symbolic; representative of the Christian life in several ways. I was recently reading through some old poems and things I wrote a few years back when I came across this little note from September of 2007. So I made a few edits, finished some lines, and decided to "publish" it on here. Enjoy.
Where there are roots, there is life- stability; a firm foundation. They are deep enough to thirst on pure waters far out of our reach and strong enough to grasp the earth during natures mighty storms and wicked winds. They feed; they give life.
Above the soil— above these buried limbs of life—there is air… there is light… there is openness and tranquility. So, dear friends… breathe. Swallow this air and bask in the sun. But hold onto solid ground, for up-heaving times will come.
Where there is a trunk, there is exposure- an outlet into the openness of the world. People will see you. People will use you. They will lean on you, sit by you, carve marks of love into you, and leave you with scars. Vulnerability may leave you weathered, but with your sturdiness and strength you will not be defeated.
Where there are branches, there are extensions- a reaching out in all directions. Low and high, east and west, these arms reach out and long for embrace. They beg for you to climb; they offer you a playground. So swing and enjoy your life. But be careful. Not all branches are as strong as others; too much tension may cause them to break. And if in fact one does break, it is blessed to have so many more… endless arms inviting of comfort.
Where there are leaves there are messages- one for every person who has been in your life. Some cling to their branches forever, while others fall and get carried away. No matter what, each leaf exists as outright proof of where they came from. For every leaf must come off a branch, every branch must extend from a trunk, every trunk must held in place by its roots, and in each and every root is pure nourishment for life. So take in all you can... let God fill you with faith and love. Grow. Then branch out.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Thereafter I sat me against a tree.
I am in love with someone and his name is Robert.
I met him on Christmas morning my senior year of high school, but didn't feel like giving him a chance. He was old. I didn't understand him. I wasn't interested. He kind of bored me. It's not that I didn't appreciate him... I very much did. I just didn't feel like taking the time to get to know him. I had better things to do... or at least I thought they were "better things" back then. The idea of him sounded nice, but at the time he seemed like more work than anything else. So I let him go. I wasn't ready for him. I wasn't ready for what he had to say. I wouldn't have understood.
Years have passed since that Christmas day. Throughout those years I have endured things I never thought I could. I have learned the depths of my own heart in a way I never knew would be possible. Relationships have come and gone. Friendships have formed and some have passed. Loss has not yet taken its toll on me, but I have sensed its blackly, creeping ache crawl up into my chest from time to time. Yet I have also experienced the release of the lingering pain it creates by the mercy of God, so comforting and warm. Words and lyrics have changed my mind about the beauty and blister of life. I've begun to analyze things both big and small; both simple and convoluted. I've decided to stick to who I am. I've decided to change. I've decided and been indecisive.
I have not gotten anywhere.
I have come such a long way.
Then, in the midst of all of this, Robert entered my life again. But wait- he had been there the whole time. Literally, he was sitting right before me, sometimes even right beside me. But I didn't care to notice, even though it was me that put him there. His black and white didn't stand out, but the picture on his face did. It was a picture of a tree. I thought about what trees symbolize to me. I wondered if they meant the same thing to him. There was only one way to find out- I just needed to ask and hear what he had to say.
So I sat down with Robert late one night and he told me several stories. He gave me several rhymes. I considered his every word. I found much meaning in the things he said, while realizing not everyone could do do that. Not everyone could understand him like I do now. I became thankful that God put Robert in my life all those years ago, and even more thankful that He waited until now to show me who Robert truly is.
The Robert I'm speaking of is indeed real, and indeed a part of my life... just in a very indirect way: through his works.
You see... Robert is a poet, and a great one at that. In fact he's one of the best of all times. Robert Frost is a legend. He writes using metaphors about nature and connects it to the inter-workings of life. He talks about God and good and evil. He resonates with me in an amazing way. His words don't give me answers, but they give me hope and a sense of peace. They reaffirm the fact that I'm not alone in my joys and sorrows. They are a door to escape through; a wardrobe to my Narnia. The book of poems by Robert Frost which my mother gave me as a gift on Christmas is now a favorite among my tiny collection, and I believe it will remain that way. I enjoy my time with Robert. I wish he could know how much so.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Demiurge's Laugh
By: Roert Frost
It was far in the sameness of the wood;
I was running with joy on the Demon's trail,
Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.
i was just as the light was beginning to fail
That I suddenly head--all I needed to hear:
It has lasted me many and many a year.
The sound was behind me instead of before,
A sleepy sound, but mocking half,
As one who utterly couldn't care.
The Demon arose from his wallow to laugh,
Brushing the dirt from his eye as he went;
And well I knew what the Demon meant.
I shall not forget how his laugh rang out.
I felt as a fool to have been so caught,
And checked my steps to make pretense
I was something among the leaves I sought
(Though doubtful whether he stayed to see).
Thereafter I sat me against a tree.
I met him on Christmas morning my senior year of high school, but didn't feel like giving him a chance. He was old. I didn't understand him. I wasn't interested. He kind of bored me. It's not that I didn't appreciate him... I very much did. I just didn't feel like taking the time to get to know him. I had better things to do... or at least I thought they were "better things" back then. The idea of him sounded nice, but at the time he seemed like more work than anything else. So I let him go. I wasn't ready for him. I wasn't ready for what he had to say. I wouldn't have understood.
Years have passed since that Christmas day. Throughout those years I have endured things I never thought I could. I have learned the depths of my own heart in a way I never knew would be possible. Relationships have come and gone. Friendships have formed and some have passed. Loss has not yet taken its toll on me, but I have sensed its blackly, creeping ache crawl up into my chest from time to time. Yet I have also experienced the release of the lingering pain it creates by the mercy of God, so comforting and warm. Words and lyrics have changed my mind about the beauty and blister of life. I've begun to analyze things both big and small; both simple and convoluted. I've decided to stick to who I am. I've decided to change. I've decided and been indecisive.
I have not gotten anywhere.
I have come such a long way.
Then, in the midst of all of this, Robert entered my life again. But wait- he had been there the whole time. Literally, he was sitting right before me, sometimes even right beside me. But I didn't care to notice, even though it was me that put him there. His black and white didn't stand out, but the picture on his face did. It was a picture of a tree. I thought about what trees symbolize to me. I wondered if they meant the same thing to him. There was only one way to find out- I just needed to ask and hear what he had to say.
So I sat down with Robert late one night and he told me several stories. He gave me several rhymes. I considered his every word. I found much meaning in the things he said, while realizing not everyone could do do that. Not everyone could understand him like I do now. I became thankful that God put Robert in my life all those years ago, and even more thankful that He waited until now to show me who Robert truly is.
The Robert I'm speaking of is indeed real, and indeed a part of my life... just in a very indirect way: through his works.
You see... Robert is a poet, and a great one at that. In fact he's one of the best of all times. Robert Frost is a legend. He writes using metaphors about nature and connects it to the inter-workings of life. He talks about God and good and evil. He resonates with me in an amazing way. His words don't give me answers, but they give me hope and a sense of peace. They reaffirm the fact that I'm not alone in my joys and sorrows. They are a door to escape through; a wardrobe to my Narnia. The book of poems by Robert Frost which my mother gave me as a gift on Christmas is now a favorite among my tiny collection, and I believe it will remain that way. I enjoy my time with Robert. I wish he could know how much so.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Demiurge's Laugh
By: Roert Frost
It was far in the sameness of the wood;
I was running with joy on the Demon's trail,
Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.
i was just as the light was beginning to fail
That I suddenly head--all I needed to hear:
It has lasted me many and many a year.
The sound was behind me instead of before,
A sleepy sound, but mocking half,
As one who utterly couldn't care.
The Demon arose from his wallow to laugh,
Brushing the dirt from his eye as he went;
And well I knew what the Demon meant.
I shall not forget how his laugh rang out.
I felt as a fool to have been so caught,
And checked my steps to make pretense
I was something among the leaves I sought
(Though doubtful whether he stayed to see).
Thereafter I sat me against a tree.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Two steps forward... one step back
This is going to be a quick write up. I basically realized how it's been a while since I've blogged, so I decided to make a short and sweet entry for tonight just to cure the blogging craving I'm having. I really shouldn't be though. I just started back to school last week and I'm already behind on work. My first week back started out amazingly. I worked out every day, kept my room clean, stayed organized, and was able to maintain a generally good attitude about everything, though some days were easier to do so than others. Even though I had to take my bike into the bike shop four times in one week, I kept the stress level down and my hopes for the semester high. But like I said... I'm already behind in my classes. I guess that's what happens when I make weekend trips home. So needless to say, I have a good game of catch-up to play. I'm currently "working on school work" and watching football, but mostly talking and laughing it up with some work friends of mine. I should be writing my paper over my career goals and plan for school (for my Intro to Ag. Comm. class... easy breezy) but this just sounded like more fun. (For me, not for you. For you this is the lamest blog you've ever read and by now you're thinking about all the better things you have to do.)
With that said, I'm going to peace out and get back to work. The good stuff will come sometime this week. And I'm thinking I better keep on top of this just like my school work if I'm seriously considering making something out of it... whatever that might be.
Kate
With that said, I'm going to peace out and get back to work. The good stuff will come sometime this week. And I'm thinking I better keep on top of this just like my school work if I'm seriously considering making something out of it... whatever that might be.
Kate
Friday, August 28, 2009
I RED My Mind...
Red things that I like- that's what this is about. Random? Yes. But that's how I'm feeling right now.
In no particular order:
-Fresh cherries
-Red beans and rice
-Gerber daises
-Strawberries
-Tomatoes
-Crystal Red (my friend)
-Lips
-Lip stick
-Tattoos (my hair stylist has a red tat... it's pretty rad)
-Fiestaware
-Toms
-Jeeps
-Hair (I've always wanted red hair...)
-Salsa
-Red Velvet cake
-Leather modern style couches
-Texas Tech after being defeated by the Aggies
-Tiger Wood's signature look
-Red Bull
-Tomato Basil soup
-Apples
-Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
-Wine
-Red Birds
-Room accents when paired with beige
-Poinsettias
-The new Texas Ranger's gear
-Red Lobster
-Cheeks from blushing
-Cherry Limeades
-Red Sox
-Red Hot Chili Peppers
-Cherry Pomegranate Crystal Light
-Target
In no particular order:
-Fresh cherries
-Red beans and rice
-Gerber daises
-Strawberries
-Tomatoes
-Crystal Red (my friend)
-Lips
-Lip stick
-Tattoos (my hair stylist has a red tat... it's pretty rad)
-Fiestaware
-Toms
-Jeeps
-Hair (I've always wanted red hair...)
-Salsa
-Red Velvet cake
-Leather modern style couches
-Texas Tech after being defeated by the Aggies
-Tiger Wood's signature look
-Red Bull
-Tomato Basil soup
-Apples
-Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
-Wine
-Red Birds
-Room accents when paired with beige
-Poinsettias
-The new Texas Ranger's gear
-Red Lobster
-Cheeks from blushing
-Cherry Limeades
-Red Sox
-Red Hot Chili Peppers
-Cherry Pomegranate Crystal Light
-Target
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
BALLS!
It happened. I overslept for work.
I mean, how could I not? I didn't fall asleep til 5 freaken 30 in the morning. Thank goodness my co-workers text woke me up... 25 minutes after I was supposed to be in the office! Well, it happens to all of us; I'm sure many could attest.
So after working a measly 2.5 hours and taking a 3 hour nap, I am now dosing up on some off-brand ibuprofen PM with a cup of hot tea hoping this will do the trick. Game plan for tomorrow: Math, work, hit up the rec, dinner with my amazing co-workers, followed by a night of relaxation (just trying to soak up the last bit of it before all my classes begin). We'll see if that plan fizzles out or not. My life is subject to change by the minute these days (which really means I'm having trouble following through with plans lately... it's a characteristic of myself that sprouts from time to time, and I've learned to accept it and roll with the punches).
This tea is really yummy, and I have my new roomie to thank for it. Starbucks Tazo "Zen" tea, I believe it what it's called. Delicious. If only my ceiling fan wasn't cooling it down so fast.
Anyways, I really feel like rambling tonight. Not sure why. Oh, I tried "cake balls" for the first time tonight at Jacy's. Um, let me just say that whoever came up with this recipe is an absolute genius. They are super moist and delectable. I'm going to a bridal shower over Labor Day weekend where we bring a recipe to share with the bride, and I believe this is the one! Perfect, right? Wedding? Cake? Cake balls? Yea? I think so! Here's the "scoop" on these scooped-out bites-o-cake:
Bake a cake- any kind.
While warm, crumble it up in a bowl.
Add in a whole canister of icing- any kind that goes well with the cake you chose.
Mix well.
Refrigerate in bowl.
Use a melon scoop to scoop out balls of the cake and icing mixture.
Dip individual balls in melted almond bark or chocolate and place on wax paper.
Decorate as you wish.
Refrigerate.
Indulge.
http://www.cakeballs.com <-- Perfect little gift to send your sweet-toothed lover, friend, family member or co-worker. OR, you could try making a home-made batch of your own for them! Now wouldn't that be sweet...
And with that I leave you something for a Tasty Tuesday.
Kate
I mean, how could I not? I didn't fall asleep til 5 freaken 30 in the morning. Thank goodness my co-workers text woke me up... 25 minutes after I was supposed to be in the office! Well, it happens to all of us; I'm sure many could attest.
So after working a measly 2.5 hours and taking a 3 hour nap, I am now dosing up on some off-brand ibuprofen PM with a cup of hot tea hoping this will do the trick. Game plan for tomorrow: Math, work, hit up the rec, dinner with my amazing co-workers, followed by a night of relaxation (just trying to soak up the last bit of it before all my classes begin). We'll see if that plan fizzles out or not. My life is subject to change by the minute these days (which really means I'm having trouble following through with plans lately... it's a characteristic of myself that sprouts from time to time, and I've learned to accept it and roll with the punches).
This tea is really yummy, and I have my new roomie to thank for it. Starbucks Tazo "Zen" tea, I believe it what it's called. Delicious. If only my ceiling fan wasn't cooling it down so fast.
Anyways, I really feel like rambling tonight. Not sure why. Oh, I tried "cake balls" for the first time tonight at Jacy's. Um, let me just say that whoever came up with this recipe is an absolute genius. They are super moist and delectable. I'm going to a bridal shower over Labor Day weekend where we bring a recipe to share with the bride, and I believe this is the one! Perfect, right? Wedding? Cake? Cake balls? Yea? I think so! Here's the "scoop" on these scooped-out bites-o-cake:
Bake a cake- any kind.
While warm, crumble it up in a bowl.
Add in a whole canister of icing- any kind that goes well with the cake you chose.
Mix well.
Refrigerate in bowl.
Use a melon scoop to scoop out balls of the cake and icing mixture.
Dip individual balls in melted almond bark or chocolate and place on wax paper.
Decorate as you wish.
Refrigerate.
Indulge.
http://www.cakeballs.com <-- Perfect little gift to send your sweet-toothed lover, friend, family member or co-worker. OR, you could try making a home-made batch of your own for them! Now wouldn't that be sweet...
And with that I leave you something for a Tasty Tuesday.
Kate
I'm a Sucker for a Kind Word
The time is currently 3:41 in the A.M. and I am suffering from a severe case of insomnia, a mild case of the munchies, and experiencing slight pains throughout my left arm and hand, as well as my shoulders and neck. Wow. I'm quite a mess. Medicine for the insomnia: a relaxing shower and trying to rest my mind. Medicine for the munchies: Triscuits. Medicine for the pain: None. I choose to tough that one out. I have to be at work at 10 in the morning, so I'm pretty disappointed that I'm losing so much sleep. At least school hasn't started yet. That's a plus.
It's crazy how fast time has gone by since I've been laying here though. It was lights out at about midnight... prayers til about 12:45 (Me and the man had lots to talk about apparently)... then I did some usual "day dreaming" where I like to think about all the things going on in my life currently and relate them to both the past and the future while conjuring up ideas in my head of things I'd like to happen. I took a good look back on many of my summer events: visiting Elisha in Austin; taking classes that I hated; starting a blog; hanging out with Jacy every day; making trips home; going to South Padre; late nights at Northgate; changing minors; my cousin's wedding; tattoos with my sister; moving again; going on great dates; and so many more fun things... new things... the list really could go on. So when 2 AM rolled around I thought about trying to read to fall asleep (Nope). Didn't want to. Maybe if I had the book I've been wanting, this idea wouldn't sound so bad. But I've been spending my money on DVDs lately, not books. By 3 AM I decided to get on the computer, hit up Facebook, and see if anyone else was out there sleepless like me. Turns out a few people were; several Facebookers' status's indicated I wasn't the only one suffering from insomnia (Cool). I checked out the Fort Worth website to see if anything neat would be going on the next time I'm in town (Nothing really caught my eye). Then a song popped into my head, perfect for the sleepless occasion, so I bought it off iTunes- "I'm a Sucker for a Kind Word" by Copeland. It says "Sleeplessness" in it a lot, so that's what made me think of it (Stellar song... you should check it out).
So now that I've listened to all 99 cents worth of a Copland croon, blogged about my late night/ early morning experience, and have yet to succeed at putting my mind to rest, I'm going to wish you good 'morrow. Hopefully I don't oversleep for work (That is, if I ever do fall asleep).
It's crazy how fast time has gone by since I've been laying here though. It was lights out at about midnight... prayers til about 12:45 (Me and the man had lots to talk about apparently)... then I did some usual "day dreaming" where I like to think about all the things going on in my life currently and relate them to both the past and the future while conjuring up ideas in my head of things I'd like to happen. I took a good look back on many of my summer events: visiting Elisha in Austin; taking classes that I hated; starting a blog; hanging out with Jacy every day; making trips home; going to South Padre; late nights at Northgate; changing minors; my cousin's wedding; tattoos with my sister; moving again; going on great dates; and so many more fun things... new things... the list really could go on. So when 2 AM rolled around I thought about trying to read to fall asleep (Nope). Didn't want to. Maybe if I had the book I've been wanting, this idea wouldn't sound so bad. But I've been spending my money on DVDs lately, not books. By 3 AM I decided to get on the computer, hit up Facebook, and see if anyone else was out there sleepless like me. Turns out a few people were; several Facebookers' status's indicated I wasn't the only one suffering from insomnia (Cool). I checked out the Fort Worth website to see if anything neat would be going on the next time I'm in town (Nothing really caught my eye). Then a song popped into my head, perfect for the sleepless occasion, so I bought it off iTunes- "I'm a Sucker for a Kind Word" by Copeland. It says "Sleeplessness" in it a lot, so that's what made me think of it (Stellar song... you should check it out).
So now that I've listened to all 99 cents worth of a Copland croon, blogged about my late night/ early morning experience, and have yet to succeed at putting my mind to rest, I'm going to wish you good 'morrow. Hopefully I don't oversleep for work (That is, if I ever do fall asleep).
"I'd be hanging on their words
Like they almost meant a thing
In the only lullaby I heard,
Their sirens blaring, singing me to sleep
Holding my loved one tight...
On the softness of her laugh,
On the softness of her laugh,
I could almost make my bed
But the racket of her absence joined
The sirens blaring ringing in my head
Holding nothing tight, Holding nothing tight
With my eyes so wide
In a house without a back door
I was looking for a fire escape
And I'll be ripping up the floorboards
Just trying to get away
From this sleeplessness, sleeplessness, sleeplessness"
Monday, August 24, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Back in the Saddle
I find it absolutely insane how well I've come to know and predict my body's physical response to certain things. Take my eating habits, for instance. I eat breakfast every morning, which usually consists of cereal and a banana or an english muffin with peanut butter and some yogurt or eggs. Right after I eat, I'm stuffed... even if the breakfast was small. But give me exactly 2 hours and I'm hungry again. So ravenous I could go for a second breakfast. Then there's the night-time munchies, which I have yet to conquer. It happens every night around 10 o'clock.... I begin to crave either ice cream or oatmeal. More than not, I give in to temptation because going to bed with my stomach growling is torturous. I also know myself really well when it comes to exercise. If I go one week without any physical activity, I begin to feel like anything but the strong, energetic 21 year-old that I know I am. Lately my body has been feeling completely under-worked and sluggish. Simply walking from my car up the slightly inclined parking lot to the building where I work left me winded and uncomfortable these past few days. What a discouragement... Kate, who months ago could run for an hour without stopping, is now having trouble walking a slight incline? Okay, wait a second. I'm not going to be so hard on myself. I was doing P90X a couple of weeks ago and getting through it just fine. Anyways... given that this week has left me so lethargic, I decided to go for a much needed bike ride. My friend, it has been too long... I'm getting back on that saddle.
I started out this evening's ride about 7:45, so I knew I wouldn't have but 30 minutes before it would become too dark, but I was fine with that. And honestly I didn't even mind riding for a little while after the sun went down since I'd be on campus and not major roads. I made my way to the campus park, unloaded my bike, slipped on my headphones (which are still cranking out anonymous tunes from the interim iPod Shuffle which I loathe), strapped on my helmet and took off.
The first few spins and I was incredibly happy. I made my way through a sudden wave of freedom that seemed to be lingering in the air, just waiting for my arrival. Unfortunately this euphoric moment came to a screeching halt no more than 2 minutes into my ride. It hit me that oh ya... it's been a while! I was already struggling. My legs weren't able to exert the power they usually do. I had to shift gears and make it easier on myself. But I was still going to push through it and make the ride worth while.
It started getting better as I made my way to a longer stretch of road. I focused on pedaling to the cadence of each song, just like we would do in spin class. This worked out for some songs such as The Beach Boy's "Wouldn't It Be Nice" and Bret Dennen's "The One Who Loves You The Most." Fall Out Boy's "This Aint a Scene It's an Arms Race" really got my blood pumping but needless to say, I couldn't keep up with the tempo. The ride got a little less strenuous as I started heading back to retrace my path (there was a little down-hill). N*sync's "Gone" came on, which was perfect for the time being.
I noticed some dark clouds rolling in from the south, but didn't suspect any rain to hit. Several times, I could have sworn I saw flashes like lightning up around them, but when I would fixate on the clouds I never saw anything. A few minutes passed and I realized I was right about what I saw. A full-on lightning storm had broken out in the sky and I began to get concerned. There I was, rolling along on a piece of metal, basically saying "Hey! Strike me! Look, I'm open!" As the lightening got worse, I got panicky. I was bound and determined to get back to my car ASAP.
My heart rate increased to a ridiculous 194 bpm due to the combination of frantic pedaling and nervousness. I immediately envisioned getting struck by a 54,000-degree bolt, flying off my bike, breaking my neck, and being paralyzed for the rest of my life. Death wasn't my fear; pain was. I checked my time... it had only been about 18 minutes and I was really needing a solid half-hour. But I didn't wanna chance it. The lightning was getting worse and the fact that I was facing towards it made me feel like I was getting closer to it. I started to pray for safety; I knew that God would protect me.
The road started to curve as I got closer to where I parked, and I was now facing away from the storm. I was breathless and pedaling hard, as Jeff Johnson's "Old Rugged Cross" started to play. At first I thought, It figures that a worship song would come on right at a freaky moment like this. But then I had a sense of comfort come over me. I felt the Lord calling me to trust Him, but at the same time I realized something amazing- the lightning I was so scared of was causing me to push myself to new limits. I was flying down that road like I had never done before. My heart rate was higher than it was the time I almost passed out from running, yet I could handle it. The power I was able to attain from my legs seemed to come out of nowhere. I was amazed by how fear can cause perseverance, which can then be proof of strength.
I got to where I could see my car in the distance. I knew I needed somewhat of a cool down, so I took it down a notch, relaxed, and began to slow my breathing. Looking over my shoulder, I gazed back at the explosions in the sky. I hated the fact that I was witnessing such a magnificent event in the clouds from such an unsafe position. I wanted to hurry and hop in my car so I could sit and enjoy the view for a while but once I got there I realized too many trees were in the way. So I did a quick stretch, chugged some water, un-geared myself, thanked the Lord for revealing His mercy and truth to me yet again, and rolled my bike into the trunk.
It was unfortunate that my ride had to be cut short by 10 minutes but it made for an interesting evening. I'm looking forward to my next ride! I know that building back up my endurance might take a while but I'm ready for the challenge. I'm going to get a tune-up tomorrow and I might even hit up Target for a new sports top (for motivational purposes only).
For Fun Fridays,
Kate
I started out this evening's ride about 7:45, so I knew I wouldn't have but 30 minutes before it would become too dark, but I was fine with that. And honestly I didn't even mind riding for a little while after the sun went down since I'd be on campus and not major roads. I made my way to the campus park, unloaded my bike, slipped on my headphones (which are still cranking out anonymous tunes from the interim iPod Shuffle which I loathe), strapped on my helmet and took off.
The first few spins and I was incredibly happy. I made my way through a sudden wave of freedom that seemed to be lingering in the air, just waiting for my arrival. Unfortunately this euphoric moment came to a screeching halt no more than 2 minutes into my ride. It hit me that oh ya... it's been a while! I was already struggling. My legs weren't able to exert the power they usually do. I had to shift gears and make it easier on myself. But I was still going to push through it and make the ride worth while.
It started getting better as I made my way to a longer stretch of road. I focused on pedaling to the cadence of each song, just like we would do in spin class. This worked out for some songs such as The Beach Boy's "Wouldn't It Be Nice" and Bret Dennen's "The One Who Loves You The Most." Fall Out Boy's "This Aint a Scene It's an Arms Race" really got my blood pumping but needless to say, I couldn't keep up with the tempo. The ride got a little less strenuous as I started heading back to retrace my path (there was a little down-hill). N*sync's "Gone" came on, which was perfect for the time being.
I noticed some dark clouds rolling in from the south, but didn't suspect any rain to hit. Several times, I could have sworn I saw flashes like lightning up around them, but when I would fixate on the clouds I never saw anything. A few minutes passed and I realized I was right about what I saw. A full-on lightning storm had broken out in the sky and I began to get concerned. There I was, rolling along on a piece of metal, basically saying "Hey! Strike me! Look, I'm open!" As the lightening got worse, I got panicky. I was bound and determined to get back to my car ASAP.
My heart rate increased to a ridiculous 194 bpm due to the combination of frantic pedaling and nervousness. I immediately envisioned getting struck by a 54,000-degree bolt, flying off my bike, breaking my neck, and being paralyzed for the rest of my life. Death wasn't my fear; pain was. I checked my time... it had only been about 18 minutes and I was really needing a solid half-hour. But I didn't wanna chance it. The lightning was getting worse and the fact that I was facing towards it made me feel like I was getting closer to it. I started to pray for safety; I knew that God would protect me.
The road started to curve as I got closer to where I parked, and I was now facing away from the storm. I was breathless and pedaling hard, as Jeff Johnson's "Old Rugged Cross" started to play. At first I thought, It figures that a worship song would come on right at a freaky moment like this. But then I had a sense of comfort come over me. I felt the Lord calling me to trust Him, but at the same time I realized something amazing- the lightning I was so scared of was causing me to push myself to new limits. I was flying down that road like I had never done before. My heart rate was higher than it was the time I almost passed out from running, yet I could handle it. The power I was able to attain from my legs seemed to come out of nowhere. I was amazed by how fear can cause perseverance, which can then be proof of strength.
I got to where I could see my car in the distance. I knew I needed somewhat of a cool down, so I took it down a notch, relaxed, and began to slow my breathing. Looking over my shoulder, I gazed back at the explosions in the sky. I hated the fact that I was witnessing such a magnificent event in the clouds from such an unsafe position. I wanted to hurry and hop in my car so I could sit and enjoy the view for a while but once I got there I realized too many trees were in the way. So I did a quick stretch, chugged some water, un-geared myself, thanked the Lord for revealing His mercy and truth to me yet again, and rolled my bike into the trunk.
It was unfortunate that my ride had to be cut short by 10 minutes but it made for an interesting evening. I'm looking forward to my next ride! I know that building back up my endurance might take a while but I'm ready for the challenge. I'm going to get a tune-up tomorrow and I might even hit up Target for a new sports top (for motivational purposes only).
For Fun Fridays,
Kate
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