As the final post in this blog challenge, this post ought to be the one that goes out with a bang: bright, dazzling, clever, and well written. However, with a letter like this one, this task seemed at first to be a rather daunting one? How was I to write two hundred wonderful words on a topic that seemed so illusory? But then I remembered a topic so simple yet so interesting, and delicious too :) Zucchini bread, a sweet bread, similar in texture to banana bread, is absolutely one of the most delicious sweet loaves you can make. Although it may sound somewhat odd, the grated zucchini baked into the loaves not only gives them a fantastic and slightly vegetabley flavor, but the juice from the zucchini helps the bread remain moist, and fluffy. Crisp and brown on the outside, light as a cloud within, the perfect loaf of zucchini bread, when sliced and served warm with butter, is a snack to die for. And now that I’m rapsodizing over the loveliness that is zucchini bread, I’m beginning to want to bake some :) For actions speak louder than words, but zucchini bread is shouting my name louder than all else.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
One of my favorite youth events at our church, is Youth Sunday. Youth Sunday, occurring once every year on the second Sunday in September, is a time for the high schoolers to step up and take leadership in the church. On this particular Sunday, the high school group leads the entire service, from worship to dramas to speech choirs to speaking Although the theme for the service is chosen by our youth pastor, the rest of the service is decided, organized, and put on by the high school students. For the past two years, I’ve been privileged to play piano in worship, and last year I actually assisted in leading the worship team by writing music for and leading the orchestra portion of the worship team, comprised of two flautists and a cellist. In addition to leading worship, I’ve helped write skits, participated in speech choirs, and helped to organize the presentation portion of one of four mini topics. This service is an important part of the church, I think, as the youth who will someday be the adult congregation learn to take responsibility and show that they have taken to heart all they’ve learned over the past several years.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Yes, this is a legitimate word. According to WikiAnswers and my very very limited knowledge of Greek, it means a guide or one who conducts strangers. A seemingly pedantic term known only to a few, it however can be a jumping off point to some fascinating ideas. To conduct strangers along their way, to step out of your own comfort zone and give aid not to your friends and family, but to those you don’t even know. One who guides strangers must have both great trust in their fellow man, and great wisdom of their fellow man. To guide someone, you are setting yourself up in a position of knowledge over them; you are saying “I know the way, you do not, so let me help you.” This takes a certain amount of audacity towards strangers, unless the xenagogue has a great understanding of human kind. Guiding a stranger takes courage, wisdom, and above all, love. To lead your friends and instruct and aid them, takes no great virtue, for most people would be willing to help their friends. But to lend aid to strangers, to offer to lead those whom you don’t even know, this is a loving service.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Songs resounding all around me
An inner melody accompanying my every move
Serenading my steps, a secret song for myself alone
and outside my mind, the songs which anyone can hear.
Beautiful they may be, true
they may be, good
they may be, and yet
I hear them not, I am deafened to all else
by my own secret song. Two
concentric circles, two separate symphonies
One is mine and one belongs to the world
A picture of my life perhaps?
While all others walk to the music of the world
I move and live and breathe against the unheard
rhythm that only I can hear. An inner life
separate and secret, and these words,
which tune do they reflect? My love,
to which melody do you move? The outer or inner,
projected or unheard, visible or secret song?
Monday, June 22, 2009
People have many different physical features that set them apart from everyone else, that make them unique, that single them out from the crowd and say, or even shout, “This is me!” And different people have different physical features that they will notice more easily. Some of my friends say that the first thing they notice about someone is their hair. Curly or straight, long or short, brown, black or blond, our hair is the defining characteristic to many of our friends. To other people, it is the eyes that set one friend apart from another. When meeting someone new, these people are drawn instantly to their eyes, not only to their colour and shape, but their expression. But for me, one of the most distinguishing characteristics of a person, the easiest way for me to pick my friends out of a crowd, is their voices. Loud and exhuberant, soft and sweet, deep and resonant, shrill or smooth, no matter what the characteristic, each person’s voice has its own peculiar quality that sets it apart from the voice of every other person I know. Hair will grow grey, a face is easily forgotten, but your voice will never be forgotten.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
True Happiness is...
the sun peeking through the clouds over the mountains after many weeks of dreary fogginess
silly chatter and laughter with best friends who love you no matter what you say
knowing who you are and what God requires of you, and acting on it
being surrounded by people who care, discussing the ideas that matter most
driving into the sunset with cool wind blowing your hair while listening to Mae
licking the spoon after baking chocolate chip cookies with Grandma
saying “terrible good” and knowing there are crazy teenagers who know what you mean
the moment when an idea from a book finally ‘clicks’ and you realize what that other author was talking about
reading Chesterton’s poetry while eating an apple and listening to Elgar’s Cello Concerto
playing a piece on the piano and realizing that a part of your soul was somehow wrapped up in that piece
the tears that come to your eyes when you look around you and realize that all you need for life is here in this room
looking into someone’s eyes and being allowed a glimpse into their soul
loving someone wholeheartedly without fear of rejection
glorifying and enjoying God forever
Friday, June 19, 2009
Sarah, my sweet sister, you are such a delight to be around. As the middle child, and by far the quietest in our family, it takes longer to notice Sarah, but once you do, you realize just how much she does behind the scenes. Always willing to serve others, she cheerfully works backstage to help the family, perfectly content to stay out of the limelight. Shy and sweet upon first contact, Sarah nevertheless has a silly sense of humor, a delightful energy, and a vibrant personality which makes everyone love her. In a sense, she shares many characteristics with her pet guinea pig, Grace. Both are quiet and somewhat shy of strangers, love to cuddle, and are much more comfortable with those they know well. For many years, Sarah has been little sis to me, the cute little kid who tags along behind me before running off to play with her younger friends. But now that she’s eleven, and going into fifth grade (I remember the days when upper elementary was the biggest deal in the world) she’s become more than just a little kid, but a close friend who I can talk to and encourage. Silly, sweet, sunny...Sarah.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
R-Ready and Waiting to Fall
As many of you know, Mae has been my absolute favorite band ever since I discovered them last September. So it should come as no surprise that at least one blog post would be dedicated to them. “Ready and Waiting to Fall”, off Mae’s album The Everglow, is, in my opinion, the first truly uplifiting song of the album. Particularly in the play I’m writing based off the album, it comes directly after the turning point of the play, where the main character Micah finally realizes the way to achieve his dreams. In “Ready and Waiting to Fall” the “aha” moment has come, Micah is beginning to truly fulfill his dreams, and according to the song, “[he] can feel something different for the first time.” An upbeat, energetic song with gorgeous lyrics, “Ready and Waiting to Fall” draws a joyful picture of someone who is seeing life afresh, realizing all of the joy and newness that it holds for them, and coming out of darkness into the brilliant sunshine. The line “Heaven makes sense, and all the words rhyme” is simply one of the most beautiful lines Mae has ever penned. Poetic words, gorgeous guitars, this song has it all.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
So, Darcy (my iPod) was offended that I used iTunes instead of him, so to oblige Darcy, I've re-written my answers based off my iPod. Same rules still apply, no skipping except for classical songs STARTING WITH A NUMBER. If it doesn't start with a number, NO SKIPPING.
RULES: 1. Put Your iTunes on Shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS
IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY? Over the River-Jon Foreman
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY? Night: Part 1-Snow-George Winston
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL? The Fisherman Song-Mae-makes no sense but it's a gorgeous song :)
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY? Star of the County Down-Von Trapp Children
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE? Make You Known-The Swift
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? Call Me irresponsible-Michael Buble-hahaha maybe they do :P
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS? Ammunition-Switchfoot-hahah jk I love you guys :)
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? A Melody, The Memory-Mae-ahh so true
WHAT IS 2+2? Revolutionary Love-David Crowder Band
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST MATE? Haight St.-Anberlin-huh?
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE? The Riders of Rohan-Howard Shore
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY? Many Meetings-Howard Shore
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP? Mrs. Darcy-JeanYves Thibaudet-hahah this one is perfect
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE? This Is Your Life-Switchfoot
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING? Your Name-The Swift
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL? Giving It Away-Mae
WHAT WAS YOUR INTEREST AND HOBBIES? Gone-Switchfoot
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET? The Dance-Rachel Portman
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS? Anne's Theme-Hagood Hardy
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS? The Everglow-Mae
So a few of these did come out better...my fave would have to definitely be What do you want to be when you grow up? Fun, yes? Since most of these came out rather oddly...is that the fault of the shuffle, the quiz, or my music? Plus I did skip all the classical stuff so you actually got slightly decent answers...:)
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Probably many of my readers will not be surprised at today’s blog topic. Since I was a little girl, one of my recurring dreams has been to be a published poet. From Robert Lewis Stevenson to G. K. Chesterton, from Emily Dickinson to Christina Rosetti, I have always loved both reading and writing poetry. My first love was the structured rhyme and rhythm of the monthly memorized poems in elementary school. As I grew older and my writing matured slightly, I still clung to the form and security that metered and rhymed poetry provided, agonizing over finding the perfect word with the perfect syllable count. But in the spring of my Inklings year, I discovered T. S. Eliot, seemingly defying all structure and form. However, the more I read and listened and allowed his melodies to sink in, the more I grew to love Eliot’s poetry, painting vivid images in my mind of trees and roses and dusty chapels and whirling worlds. His poetry has come to affect mine, as lately my poetry has been more concerned with image and emotion than structure. In conclusion, here are two of my poems, reflecting both sides of the same coin of poetry.
Slave to Love
Your Love is Strong, compassionate
Your Mercies, Neverending
You see all, Yet Love me still
So I can cease Pretending
To be a girl with Heart too pure
To ever need Your Aid
Instead I come with Pleading Soul
Longing to be Saved
From the Secret Shames I hide away
From the Guilt within my Heart
Your Love is Strong, it covers me.
Love’s pierced me with His Dart
I’m now a slave, I will do nothing
Unless You bid me to.
Love freed my Heart, I can choose my Fate
But I Love You, I Choose You.
Panes of Glass
He stares at her through a broken pane of glass,
His eyes reflect the sorrow in his heart
Around him his world is falling, breaking
Yet there is no one to stop it, no one to heal the pain
Slowly ever slowly, his heart is being torn away
Ripped into shreds and trampled underfoot
Yet all this and more he would endure for her
He would shatter the panes of glass
That stand between them, and yet
He cannot, for to do so would bring infinitely more pain,
So he stands, staring out of helpless, hopeless eyes
Hating the one who said forbidden fruit was sweet
It is not, it is bitter, dry, full of pain and anguish
Yet he has chosen to eat of it still
For that is the way of love
Love reaches through the glass and into her heart
Is this right? Is this good? They don’t know
Self-inflicted torture, unspeakable bliss and joy
And as they love silently, hopefully, fervently
The cracks deepen, the ice thaws, and someday
The glass will come crashing down
And they will be...
Monday, June 15, 2009
And now, for today's blog post. I contemplated several different words for today's letter. Opinions, oxymorons, options, all seemed to be important topics which I would have a lot to say about. But after much contemplation I realized that sometimes it is the littlest topics that carry the most importance. So without further ado, I present to you....today's blog post.
“Oh” is an expression filled with many meanings. Barely even able to aspire to the dignity of being called a word, this little sound is nevertheless an important part of communication. First, the sighed “oh.” It expresses the disappointment after you’ve suddenly been let down. You expected something, but were let down, and you utter a subdued “oh.” Next, the understanding “oh.” You have been in the dark, ignorant of some fact or situation, when suddenly, the light comes on and you realize, “oh!” Also, the frustrated “oh.” Something has happened to throw you out of balance, you realize you’ve left a Torrey paper in the printer and you utter an upset “oh” as you inwardly cringe. “Oh” can be used in varied situations, depending on the intonation of voice or gestures of the hands. As with all words, and particularly the expressions which we rarely write but frequently speak, it takes a human voice to give the word context. “Oh” would not mean anything without the person speaking it in the way they wish to say it. Thus the vital importance of spending time with real people, so we can understand what they truly mean when they say “oh.”
At first glance, this may appear to be a somewhat oxymoronic (is that even a word?) blog title. To write something about nothing, to take an empty void and discuss it as nonchalantly as if this void were coming to tea tomorrow, may seem a bit odd. But upon a second look, it should become clear that one can say quite a lot of somethings about the void named nothing. Nothing, an absence, not just of something, but of everything, is a rather frightening concept. When people have just lost something important in their lives, we attempt to console them by reminding them that “at least you still have...” At least we still have something, something to cling to and put our trust in. At least we have not fallen, along with all our worldly goods, into that dark and empty place called nothing. But in Philippians, Paul tells us that Christ “made himself nothing,” rejecting His godhood to endure our punishment on the cross (Phil. 2:7). Nothing, emptying Himself of all His rights, becoming what we as humans fear most. And yet we are called just verses before to have the same attitude. To become nothing, like Christ.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
M-Mummy (Yes, I do call my mom Mummy...and yes I do wish I were British sometimes :P)
My wonderful mummy, my biggest role model, fellow lover of Jane Austen, scrapbooking, and pastries, I love you so much. I look up to you as an example of the kind of mom I want to be someday; encouraging and supportive of her husband, teacher and guide to her children, servant to the community. You are always helping someone, stepping in and taking responsibility outside of the home while still balancing the joys and responsibilities of a homeschool mother. Throughout my life you have always been available any time I had a question about school or about life. Though I’ve become more independent in my schoolwork during high school, I still love being able to come to you to help me edit a paper, explain a math concept, and particularly to share in my joys and sorrows over school. Mummy, I love the time we spend together watching Pride and Prejudice or Sue Thomas, reading encouraging books together, baking something scrumptious in the kitchen, or just talking. But most importantly, I love you. You make me long for your patience, responsibility, and servant’s heart. No matter what I do, you still love me for who I am. Thank you Mummy.
Here for you, my faithful readers, is a poem I wrote in church last Sunday. I'm hoping that most of you recognize the quotes in this poem and know where they come from :) And today's blog challenge will be coming later, I promise.
The still center of the ever-turing world
Whirling, spinning, everlasting revolution
Around the sun, earth around the sun,
World whirls around the still Son
World revolves around the Word
Revolution of the people
Around the Word, against the Word
While the revolting world whirled
About the still Son
The Son who teaches us to care, and not to care
Teaches us to sit still
Silent and waiting, waiting without hope
But silent in the shadow of Thy Will
Friday, June 12, 2009
What is love? Both Dante and Plato (whom I’ve been reading a lot of this summer), have some interesting things to say about the nature of love. In one of Plato’s dialogues, he points out the seemingly obvious fact that love must have an object. Dante picks up on this as well, talking in Purgatorio about how all virtues and all vices stem from love. I found this interesting as I’ve always equated vices with a lack or opposite of love. However, Dante seems to be arguing that vices stem from either love of the wrong thing, or too much or not enough love of the right thing. If Plato and Dante are right, therefore, the way to the virtuous life must be to love the right objects in the right way. The love of the good, true and beautiful, loved in the right amounts, will lead to virtuous living. And these have their root in God, and God is love, so to love God is to love rightly, perhaps? I do not know...but love is not merely an emotion or idea to be pondered, but an action to be performed. For God not only Is love, but Loves.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
As some of you may have heard, I’ve become my FAT class’s resident monarchist. For many months it’s been a constant joke amidst my classmates that I would move out of the US and reinstate a king as head of a new nation. But a joke it shall be no longer. I watch the fate of our nation with trepidation as our democracy becomes more of a joke than my pretended monarchy. And thus, I shall no longer pretend, but become a monarchist in reality. A king for the children of the King, I say. Rather than slick politicians who manipulate the will of the people into blindly choosing their own destruction, let us submit our wills to a king, noble and benevolent, who shall bring back honour and chivalry to a nation of cold hard cash and no ideals. Those who long for the days of King Arthur will long no longer. Rise up with me, my friends, and let us reinstate the Round Table and the king who shall lead it. All us, as knights errant, shall follow a leader noble and brave in the pursuit of goodness, truth, and beauty, and a king shall rule us again.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Josh, my only brother and oldest of younger siblings, you keep me entertained with your interesting perspective on life. Throughout our lives we’ve been pretty close, both in age and interests, and particularly now as you’re a teenager and high-schooler. My not so little brother (he’s passed up mom and only has an inch or two more to go before he passes me up as well) is enthusiastic about history, sports, and everything he enjoys. From the time he was a baby with drastic mood swings until now, he has always been passionate about everything he feels and does. Your fascination with the most minute historical details amazes me. Your guitar playing is a joy to listen to as well as to play along with. All of the many random facts you pop out at me with keep life interesting and give me new oddities to ponder. Though our tastes in music, books, and movies often differ widely, we still have so much more in common. Josh, you are growing so much, both physically and spiritually (believe it or not, I’m excited to see you pass me up) and are not only a wonderful brother, but an awesome friend.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
I-iPod (and yes Tim, this one is 200 words)
Since I’ve been blogging about deep or significant things for the past few days...(alright, maybe frittatas aren’t that significant) I’d like to talk about something a little more frivolous. My pink iPod, Darcy. Yes, I have named my iPod, as well as my car, piano, keyboard...you get the picture. This, my first and only iPod, is a bright pink 2nd gen iPod nano...which I infinitely preferred to the short, squat 3rd generation, though the most recent are alright as well. Since receiving it in 2007 as a 15th birthday gift, I’ve amassed nearly 850 songs in a wide range of genres. A brief scan of my artist list reveals artists such as Anberlin, Beethoven, Bach, Coldplay, The Fray, Jack Johnson, Jon Foreman, Jonas Brothers, Jonathan Jones, Josh Groban, Lifehouse, Lincoln Brewster, Mae, Muse, Radiohead, Rachmaninoff, Sherwood, Switchfoot, We Shot the Moon, and more. (If you recognize all of those bands or composers, I’m impressed.) My iPod is practically a necessity in my life, as I walk work and wonder to a perpetual soundtrack. It’s an odd feeling, to be living in the world as if I were in a movie, but this time, I control the music.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Hannah, my youngest of three younger siblings, is a human Tigger, always bouncing, never ceasing movement. At nearly six years old, her energy is boundless, her joy is contagious, and her penchant for mischief, disasterous. To Hannah, all of life is a game, a party, a time for rejoicing and laughing and just plain old having fun. She never walks, she runs, she never sits still, never settles down, seemingly never sleeps, always talks. Her incessant chatter on anything and everything that she sees brings her entire family a joy filled commentary on life. For the past year I’ve been teaching her to read and have been blessed as well as greatly amused by her fresh, original perspective. A quick learner, she has become an avid reader of her favorite books, most recently the adorable “If You Give a Cat A Cupcake.” Those of you who have met Hannah would most certainly agree with me that this series is perfect for her. The animal frantically rushing from one fun filled activity to the next, picking up one interesting amusement only to be then lured by the promise of a more exciting one the next, this is Hannah in a nutshell.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Ever since seeing the gorgeous frittata pans in Williams-Sonoma (one of the most wonderful stores in the world), and reading their recipes for asparagus or other vegetable frittatas, I’ve wanted desperately to make my own frittatas. I’ve been somewhat intimated by the idea of flipping the eggs, though, as nothing I flip when I cook ever comes out perfectly. But since we have fresh asparagus from Trader Joe’s, I will make a frittata in the next few days, as long as no one eats the asparagus. And yes, you may have pictures before it is eaten. For those of you who may not know, a frittata is an egg dish similar to an omlette; however instead of folding the ingredients inside the egg, the ingredients (vegetables, meat, cheese, and so on), is mixed in with the egg and cooked in a double frying pan so that instead of flipping the frittata it’s merely turned over into the other skillet. This first frittata will probably have asparagus, onion, green bell pepper, maybe red potatoes, and feta cheese. And yes, that really does go well together. Williams-Sonoma, you are wonderful. Thank you for introducing me to the deliciousness of frittatas.
Friday, June 5, 2009
What gives you energy? Different people find their source of energy in different things. For some people it’s one food or another, for others a good night’s rest, for others people are the driving force behind their energy. Similarly energy can be sapped by many factors...lack of sleep or food, boring reading or conversation, dull, cloudy days, etc. I’ve found that one of the primary factors in my energy level is people. Regardless of how tired I am, how late it is, what I’ve been doing that day, when I am around people, my energy level almost instantaneously skyrockets. Though sugar has a similar effect on me to a lesser extent, it is almost invariably good friends which cause my eyes to light up, my voice to become more animated and louder, my laughing to be higher and more frequent. This combination of friends, late nights, and chocolate is what keeps my energy level higher than any sane person would tolerate. But my friends not only tolerate my hyperness but join in with me in the craziness that is us. Sometimes I wonder, which is the most crucial ingredient in this strange energy mix? Food, late nights, or friends?
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Today is not only a post about my dad, but a huge thank you to him for all he’s done for me this year and in my life. Dad, for the past seventeen years of my life you’ve been an encouragement in my intellectual life, encouraging me to think critically and deeply about what I read, watch, listen to, and believe. You’ve loved me through the many difficult times, when I do well and make you proud in my piano or poetry, and when I struggle to follow your example. From the time I was little, you’ve read to me great literature: The Chronicles of Narnia, The Hobbit; and spent time with me discussing what we read. Dad, your love for me has greatly blessed my life, encouraged me in so many ways. But most importantly, your love has pointed me to the love of God. Like you, His love is unconditional. Like you, God constantly has my best interests at heart, even when it feels otherwise. Thank you, Dad, for your godly advice in issues big and small. Thank you for desiring to protect and provide for me. Thank you for your love which does not fade or flicker.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
For those of you who know me well, you probably aren’t surprised that Chesterton won out over everything else, even chocolate. But ever since the summer when I read The Man Who Was Thursday for the first time, I have loved Chesterton’s writings. From brilliant non-fiction such as Orthodoxy to whimsical novels such as The Club of Queer Trades to inspiring, beautiful poetry like The Last Hero, Chesterton’s writings seem to be filled to the brim with life and vigor. For the past several months it’s driven me to desperation, almost, attempting to articulate this key quality that distinguishes Chesterton from other authors. But at the Torrey Banquet this month, Mr. Griffiths (also a self-proclaimed Chesterton nut) said something that made things much more clear to me. He described this crucial part of Chesterton as wonder. Wonder...at the world, seeing everything as if you saw it for the first time. And this is what Chesterton does...he takes a simple, everyday image, turns it inside out and upside down, and presents it to us anew so that we may once again experience that childlike wonder at the world. This clarity and wonder is why I love Chesterton.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
In the past several months, I’ve experienced a lot of death. Not physical, for the most part, but spiritual/emotional. Many things have ended...school, relationships, dreams. But in every death, there is a new birth. In the death of school, there is the birth of vacation. In the death of one relationship comes the birth or stronger growth of another. In the death of an addiction or too-tightly held plan or desire comes the birth of God-given dreams. As Lewis depicts in the Great Divorce, our fleshly desires must die to live again more gloriously. In the novel a man with a lizard on his shoulder is confronted by a Bright One desirous of killing the lizard. When the lizard dies, there is a moment of agonizing pain as the old dreams so long nurtured are killed. But afterwards there is the glorious rebirth of a stallion, majestic and new. And so it is in my life. Something I have held onto closely, cherished deeply, protected desperately, must die. The knife strikes, the pain is agonizing. But birth follows death. In place of a lizard I am given a stallion. In place of death comes new life.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Anberlin is an absolutely amazing band. (See, I can even get the alliteration going here). Thanks to Daniel, I have added yet another little known band to my list of favorite little known bands. With a wide range of songs from the acoustic emo ballad “The Unwinding Cable Car” to the energetic, inspiring “Breathe” to the fun to rock to “A Whisper and A Clamor” Anberlin possesses the ability not only to engage my ears and musical talent but delight of words and poetry as well as Torrey inspired ability to analyze and examine critically. When I first began listening to their album “Cities” I was somewhat unimpressed, but as I continued to listen, little gems started to call for my attention. It may be a particularly popular song, and I rarely enjoy the most popular songs on an album, but The Unwinding Cable Car has become one of my absolute favorite songs in the world, with a gorgeous acoustic intro and dazzling lyrics such as “This is the correlation of salvation and love...” Anberlin, how I love you...although you shall never replace Mae as my favorite band, Anberlin will definitely be a band to explore in the future.