Saturday, August 28, 2010


Welcome to Katie-land. Take a moment to fasten your seat belts, and please remember to keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times. This ride shall heretofore be known as "The Blog." Please relax and try to enjoy yourselves.

Ok, if you've read this blog at all or spent any significant amount of time in my presence, you know that my brain does some special things. Ok, who am I kidding, you only have to spend about two seconds in my presence to know that my brain has a mind of its own. [Stating it that way allows me to disallow any credit for this. I think. Wait.]

Moving on.

Sometimes, when I am listening to songs, my brain fills in the lyrics for me. Yours does, too, am I right? Well does yours fill in the wrong lyrics...consistently? Even when you really think about it, you do actually know the right words to the song? Hmm. Interesting.

Well, mine does.

Three fantastic examples:

1.) A couple of weeks ago, I was trying to tell my roommate Meghan about a song that I really like. I said, "It's by Gin Blossoms. It's called 'I'll Take You Down.'" It only took about five seconds of laughing from my roommate Katie upstairs for me to realize that that couldn't possibly be the name of the song.

It's actually called "I'll Follow You Down." And yes, I really do like it.

Here is the link.

2.) Miranda Lambert. "The House That Built Me." Great song. Except for every time I sing it, it comes out, "The House That Killed Me." Wouldn't that be a great name for a song? Maybe a song fit for a horror film. But it doesn't sound weird coming out of my mouth. To me anyways. Uhh...


3.) This one might be unfamiliar to those of the younger generation. Or really those of any generation. It's a Chicago song called, "King of Might Have Been." But to me, this song will always be known as, "King of My Backyard." Come on, Brain! That's not even cool. At least come up with something that won't conjure up images of a child sitting atop their swingset with a scepter and a crown. [Not that taking people down or houses that kill people are much better.]

[Could not find a link for this one. Sorry for any inconvenience.]

You have arrived safely back from another trip through the idiosyncrasies of my brain. You are free to unfasten your seatbelts. Please have a great day and come back again.

Disclaimer: You may feel some residual effects throughout the next 24 hours, but rest assured, your sanity will be intact soon enough.

Thursday, August 26, 2010


Today I came to two conclusions:

1.) After three years of higher education, the most important thing I've learned thus far is that I know nothing. The more I learn, the more I realize how ignorant I am. Which means life will always be interesting because I will always have something to learn.

2.) My body is smarter than I am. Think about it:

I breathe. I don't think about it.

My blood flows throughout my body and does all kinds of cool things. I don't think about it.

My eyes, in connection with my brain, take tons of tiny pictures within milliseconds. I don't think about it.

Heck, I couldn't reproduce those things if I wanted to. Consciously, anyway. They just happen. I couldn't explain to someone else how to breathe or make their blood flow. Because I don't even know how the heck it happens. I try to learn about it, but I don't understand it all. Most of the things I do every day (without even thinking about them) would require extensive calculus and/or chemistry if I were actually thinking about it. But I don't. Those things just happen. But if I were to program a robot to do those things, I would have to teach it all those complicated mathematical equations first.

On the other hand, that robot wouldn't have a consciousness. So I suppose it wouldn't even be wondering about how or why it works the way it does.

Like I am.

What I'm really trying to say is that it's pretty awe-inspiring that those incredibly complicated things happen every day...and we don't even think about it. We try to figure it out, but we didn't make ourselves the way we are.

But Someone did.

I suppose that is my third (unmentioned above) conclusion. Thinking about all of this makes me even more sure of one thing:

That we have a loving Heavenly Father who created us and knows and understands all of this even if I don't. He's pretty amazing.

So my body is smarter than I am because of Him.

Which means all of my conclusions are interrelated. And that's ok with me.

I'm glad to be back in school.