the online journal of jordan e.

Happy Thanksgiving, Gang!


'Tis the gift to be simple,
'Tis the gift to be free,
'Tis the gift to come down where you ought to be.
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
It will be in the valley of love and delight.

posted by Jordan @ 9:16 fm

Metaphysical

Last night I took Asa to the Pedro the Lion concert in Minneapolis for his birthday present. It was supposed to be a surprise, but his sister, Anna, let it out last week and, until Tuesday, Asa played along, being the nice boy that he is.
Preluded by some massive Chipotle burritos and a little time spent with ever-lovin' Kara, we were coralled into one of the West Bank's small, smokey venues otherwise known as the 400 Bar. Amidst a crowd of fellow thriftstore shoppers, we first listened to a set by Starflyer 59 and then Pedro the Lion, led by David Bazan. His smooth voice and intriguing lyrics were all new to me, but Asa, the fan, could sing along a bit, maybe anticipate a key signature or two. When all was said and done and we had learned that Mr. Bazan's favorite ice cream flavor is peanut butter chocolate chip, he has a new baby girl named Eleanor and, yes, he does like Prince (they allowed for a couple of abstract question-answer sessions) I left impressed. Asa, I think, left with a man crush.

posted by Jordan @ 9:28 fm

After sitting with my papa, a rifle and a blaze orange jumpsuit in a tree (and without the company of any frolicking deer) for five hours on Friday, I spent a good chunk of the weekend finishing up this poster design for the next Vineyard Live concert.
Betwixt all of the text, that would be the one and only Asa strumming, as captured last July at one of our first encounters. Thinking back to how well I knew him then compared to now is mind boggling. It's amazing what four months of hanging out can do.

posted by Jordan @ 8:24 fm

Sweet Summertime Long Gone

Back when the sun set at 9:30 instead of 4:30 and my windshield wipers pushed off splattered beetles and butterflies instead of frost, sailboats raced every Wednesday night in the harbor. Not that I ever watched or really gave a hoot, but since the days have gotten shorter and I've already got a cold, I miss summer immensely. I think I'm cut out for a more southern latitude.

posted by Jordan @ 2:20 em