FAQs Love Without qualification, without ifs, ands, or buts, God's word tells us, straight as a left jab, that love is the greatest thing there is 1 Cor Scripture never says God is justice or beauty or righteousness, though he is just and beautiful and righteous. But "God is love" 1 Jn 4:
People change over the years, and the you that is you never changes. Yesterday you were a kid, and tomorrow you'll be old, and you think you're the same person you were, despite all evidence to the contrary. Music slices you in time. Once upon a time we lived in a world of information scarcity. We knew too little about things, and finding out about what we loved took time and effort and money and luck.
The first time I heard of Kim Deal, it was because the co-owner of Dark Carnival, the bookstore in San Francisco I was signing in had been mistaken for her the night before by a waiter, who had taken her protestations that she was a bookshop person as a cover story and brought her and the people she was with, bookstore people whom he believed to be the rest of the Pixies, free drinks all night.
I now knew a band called the Pixies existed.
I owned a tiny black and white television that sat on the corner of my desk, and kept me company when I wrote, all alone, too late at night, playing badly dubbed European Detective shows, late night rock shows, cheap television. Somewhere in it played a Pixies video.
I loved the aesthetic as much as the music: I didn't know who these people were. I was 29 years old, writing Sandman, in England, with two small children. I knew nothing of the Breeders beyond what I read on the minimalist CD notes.
I knew the names of the songs because they were on the CD themselves, and I recognised "Happiness is a Warm Gun", Lennon's Snoopy-and- gun-ad inspired song of murder and addiction. It's my favourite Beatles song and that seemed appropriate.
Pod is a sequence of songs that come towards you, unstoppable, not needing to be liked. Not to be anything except themselves, glorious in their emotional flatness. The Berlin wall had crumbled and technology would save us all, and there was a new optimism in the air, and despite the optimism the Breeders music felt like a note of warning.
Melodic and discordant all at the same time, women's voices singing from the darkness, uncompromising; not soft, not strident, more like a chorus of ghosts, their faces set and expressionless, singing to us while fighting to feel emotions, to feel something.
I was moving to America, to a little Wisconsin village, and I played both albums over and over as I wrote. I loved the feeling in the songs that there was something I couldn't touch, something that slipped through my fingers if I tried to articulate it.
It was what it was, and the sound was something that felt like late nights and old neon signs and people who stare at you from the shadows. I had a disturbed and shadowy cat named Pod whom almost nobody ever saw.
The title was a meta-title, almost a joke, but the music was as sharp as ever and no joke at all.
Mountain Battles, with its glorious Vaughn Oliver cover, came out when my life was upside down, in the weeks between my divorce and my meeting the woman that I would, three years later, marry. I played it as I drove. I loaded it onto my iPod and the Breeders followed me along the silk road in China.IDEA Public Schools is the fastest-growing network of tuition-free, Pre-K public charter schools in the United States.
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They may struggle to be blunt with a stranger, and thus lose the. I could so relate to this beautiful column. It is so very true. When I was diagnosed very unexpectedly with cancer in my 40s, every small kindness from medical staff in particular, whether receptionists, nurses or doctors, had a profound effect on me.
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Personal Narrative, essay about myself - The Kindness of a Stranger. On The Kindness of Strangers. An Essay by M.L.
Stedman. A decade ago, I came to be lying in an emergency Red Cross shelter – a vast, hastily transformed furniture expo centre. there’s nothing personal about it.
The kind stranger is the angel that walks among us. Today it may be someone else. Tomorrow, maybe you. Tess Taylor’s.