Everything Will Change

My trip to England was amazing - I had a great time - I look forward to telling people about it when I get the chance. It was a good mix of tourizing London, hanging out, and doing Britishly normal activities. I was there for nearly one week, and I loved nearly every minute of it. There are some amazing people at the London School of Economics - I met a number of them.

I saw some of the tourist stuff.
I watched a lot of Alias and Sex and the City.
I drew a picture of a bridge.
I finished the lyrics to a song I started three years ago.
I spent a week with a best friend.
I found some new songs to like.
I returned ready for a very good spring semester.
I started making plans to play guitar and sing at coffee houses in my area.
I ate very good Indian food.
I went to lectures on International Relations/Law and on Corporate Environmental Responsibility.
I went swimming with a bunch of Brits.
I said hi to the Queen Mum (okay, first lie).
I missed the coldest week of winter in Minnesota.
I developed some eye-problem - I think this is the only bad thing from the last week really. I have an appointment for next Thursday to get it checked out.

This song is good - it has been in my head today - it seems like a good song to whistle to - give it a try - then figure out whether it is easy to whistle in tune. Then sing the lyrics with it. Give as much as you can.

Postal Service - Brand New Colony

I'll be the grapes fermented,
Bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit
Like a perfect gentlemen
I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick
Where you will sit and contemplate your day

I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
In an open tab when your judgment's on the brink
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
Albums back as your lying there drifting off to sleep...
I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you...
You won't have to strain to look into my eyes
I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped straight to the throat
With the collar up so you won't catch a cold

I want to take you far from the cynics in this town
And kiss you on the mouth
We'll cut our bodies free from the tethers of this scene,
Start a brand new colony
Where everything will change,
We'll give ourselves new names, identities erased
The sun will heat the grounds
Under our bare feet in this brand new colony
Everything will change