death cab for cutie : the stability ep

this is where the stable song origionally appeared. It was called ... um ... stability.

I would like to amend my previous post by saying that plans is not totally depressing. I like it more every time I hear it . . . or could it be because I've gotten back to work and stopped reading the lyrics along with the songs?

In either case, this is still a great album, and Ben Giggard and all of DCFC, I love you.

Death Cab for Cutie

I thought that I would really love the new Death Cab album, but really, it's just making me depressed.

It may be that, newly married as I am, the songs on plans about failed relationships and dying loves just don't resonate in the same way that they might otherwise.

Gone are the happy casio-enduced bits that we saw in transatlanticism and other ben gibbard projects.

I just got to the last song, Stable song , which was previously released on something else, I can't remember right now. This new version is refreshing, although still a little on the contemplative side. Which, I suppose, is just that way that any Death Cab album should be.

my favorite one so far 

so, I've finally posted some pictures from the wedding. enjoy! 

the happy couple . . .  

the girls . . .  

the pd team . . .  

the jensens . . .  

the quinns . . .  

tom waiting  

getting ready 

flowers! flowers everywhere! 

making plans 

(some of) the ladies 

at the rehersal dinner . . .  

break down

so it's t-minus eight days.

that's right people, eight days. You can count them on your fingers (or your toes, which ever your fancy). I think it really hit me today.

or maybe it was my hard drive crashing that hit me. Hit me hard. Real, unadulterated panic ensued. So today was a day for rebuilding.

rebuilding banners. rebuilding this month's entire issue. rebuilding wedding stuff. rebuilding the daily news for the celebrate recovery summit which, I'm afraid, will just have to wait until next week.

I had lunch with one of my very old friends today. From elementary school, actually. She has changed. A lot. And yet, in some ways, not at all. It's kind of funny. Well, it wasn't really funny at the time. Our lunch was actually a three hour ordeal. It wasn't all bad. It was kind of interesting. I tipped our waiter at cafe tu tu tango way too much. Which is odd, considering that I wasn't exactly in a super happy mood. Ah, the things we do.

mom and April get here in two days. I paid the deposit at the ranch yesterday. Sam kept asking me all these questions about what we were going to do, and I had no idea. I was just like, oh, um, I think my sister's doing that, I'll check with her.

my back hurts. A lot. I will be happy to have a bed again.

I'm tired. I can't believe that we're going to the ball game tonight. We are going to die. All of us. I don't know how we're going to make it.

oh well, it will be fun. Out of the ordinary.

Sunday will be good. I'll get to cook a lot. I'm looking forward to that.

love you all. Can't wait to see you in eight days.

m