The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

I was, in fact, in the hospital a significant amount of time over the past couple weeks.

Yes, I am all right now, pending final confirmation on Friday with another ultrasound.

No, I am not pregnant.

My kidneys have been having trouble- between the stones and the hydronephrosis, things have been rough.

Over the past week, I’ve been feeling pretty good, but I was so incredibly far behind in homework that when I wasn’t playing Lord of the Rings: Online, I’ve actually been working pretty hard on past-due homework.

Now for some one-line headlines:

Today was the 10th anniversary of the Columbine shootings. Can’t say I paid much attention to the news, but I didn’t hear a single mention of it. Pretty sad :\

I’ve been working on a new website dedicated to providing open source solutions for ministries- specifically through hosting and web-based apps like WordPress and MediaWiki, but also extending into the realm of the computer-building that I’ve been doing so much of.

Time Warner backed off on their bandwidth capping!

Was the first one to buy this new set of strings at Guitar Center. Forgot what they are called, but they sound amazing. (They come in zebra-like packaging)

Looks like I’m headed to Watkins Glen for the NASCAR race this year Happy Birthday to me.

It was my birthday on the 17th.

Have never gotten so much Facebook-notification-email-spam before.

It was nice getting so much email.

People really need to come up with something better to say than “Happy Birthday” and that now-lame Happy Birthday song. Yes, I know it isn’t very long. It’s not that shocking really. It’s about as long as the attention span of the average Zomgee.

I really like WordPress.

I really like Google Reader.

I really like getting replies on Twitter.

I really like this stream-of-consciousness stuff.

I made a rule that no new posts are published between midnight and 6am unless peer-reviewed.

I just set my system clock back an hour.

I’m clicking Publish.

Alright, say it’s the 1600′s and you live within the British Kingdom. Things are pretty cool; you’re still kicking even though the Black Death (combo x2) is rampaging and you hit mid-life crisis around 20 years of age. Not too shabby; have to say it’s a step up from barbarism. Why, feudalism is the best thing since sliced bread! (or does sliced bread come later?) So what’s music to you? You may hear the occasional lute, lyre or viol pluck a note or maybe a nice clicky harpsichord, but it should be safe to say iPods or personal orchestras aren’t for the common folk. At any rate, your queen dies. Matriarchal leadership can be harsh, yet it was all you had ever known for your whole short lifetime.

In comes Henry Purcell to baroque and roll! Queen Mary II has her funeral all ready and set up while Purcell busts out what he’s been working on for the past few years: A full anthem of processional themes. Dour perhaps, but surprisingly sheds light on the myriad of emotions many may have had back in the day. Listen to this excerpt below and you might sense something more than just the sadness caused by loss of a friend, especially when you hope on that separation to be temporary.

Sure, a casual listener may capture the words as vain repetition, but what the singers might be crying for could sway that presumption. The psalm it is quoting tells of a seeker of God out of necessity, though being in a temporal state; not quite where they will be in the future, striving to keep faith in the present. On a more personal level, they might be shouting thanksgiving to God for allowing them to live in the same world and time as the one they’ve just let go. They could be begging God to give them strength even now in an effort to take full advantage of how their loved one encouraged them to be faithful.

Seems this version has five singing parts, but may have had more on the original performance. If the psalm wasn’t enough, the notes themselves appear to share a certain emotion: a quintessential theme in Christianity. The ebb and flow of major and minor chords shingling one another sparks the dichotomy between sadness and blessing, man’s sin and God’s righteousness, and Jesus’ death and resurrection. Can goodly things be recognized aptly without evil to contrast? Can choosing God be any more sincere when given free will on a sin-cursed Earth? Is God revealing more love when we are humbled so low that He reaches deeper to pull us up?

There isn’t much I can say to put justice to this piece, but I thought it was worth the share even if tastes clash. For the record, I’d take these two minutes and change over anything written in the past seventy-five years. Enjoy. (Thanks, Thomas)
Psalm 102:1