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    18th July 2012

    A little FYI…

    I’m adding the lyrics to all our new songs onto this blog so that if anyone should be interested in finding them they can find them here! I’m adding a song a day. As for the rest of my life at the moment, well, I’m just back to looking for a full-time position for the school year and figuring out what I’ll do if that job doesn’t happen… music maybe?

    Last Night We Danced

    In the night you will love me
    In the day you will look at me and it won’t be the same
    Like it never happened
    Like it never happened
    In the night we’ll hear music that isn’t there
    When the sun rises it will disappear
    Like it never happened
    Like it never happened

    Last night we danced
    Like two sparks flying from the embers
    Even if you don’t remember
    I do
    Last night we kissed
    And you might have thought you were dreaming
    Wake up now seeing is believing
    And I do
    Believe

    In the day, under piles of paperwork
    The fog of war will return, leave you wondering
    Did it ever happen?
    Did it ever happen?
    And at five, you’ll jump up and sprint out the door
    Wander through the streets looking for
    Proof it ever happened
    Proof it ever happened

    Last night we danced
    Like two sparks flying from the embers
    Even if you don’t remember
    I do
    Last night we kissed
    And you might have thought you were dreaming
    Wake up now seeing is believing
    And I do
    Believe

    Last night we danced
    Like two sparks flying from the embers
    Even if you don’t remember
    I do
    Last night we kissed
    And you might have thought you were dreaming
    Wake up now seeing is believing
    And I do
    Believe

    17th July 2012

    The Open Road

    Colorado, don’t get me wrong I’m coming back to you
    But right now, right now I need to get away
    Take a day to think, a day drink from the well of adventure
    Don’t you worry, I’ll be back by the end of May

    The open road, I don’t know where I’m going
    I’m just going
    With a sense of freedom, that comes from seeing
    The world flying by, at seventy-five
    My thoughts clear
    My thoughts clear
    My thoughts clear
    I’m getting out of here

    Colorado, don’t get me wrong I know I’ll see you again
    But right now, right now I need a little space
    My head is spinning, thoughts are swimming
    The walls are closing in
    Please forgive me, if I leave without a trace

    The open road, I don’t know where I’m going
    I’m just going
    With a sense of freedom, that comes from seeing
    The world flying by, at seventy-five
    My thoughts clear
    My thoughts clear
    My thoughts clear
    I’m getting out of here

    After all this work, would you let yourself fall down
    Would you let yourself stall out?
    (Where are you going, what are you doing?)
    If I throw you a rope will it help you to crawl out
    Or am I going to have to haul you out?
    (Where are you going, what are you doing?)

    The open road, I don’t know where I’m going
    I’m just going
    With a sense of freedom, that comes from seeing
    The world flying by, at seventy-five
    My thoughts clear
    My thoughts clear
    My thoughts clear
    I’m getting out of here

    16th July 2012

    In memory of Mark Miller – in lux aeterna…

    From picasa

    August 26, 1959 – July 05, 2012

    Mark Miller and his wife Kathy were my high school cross country coaches. They were also my friends. Mark passed away July 5 after a heart attack.

    It was dangerous to let Mark give you a nickname because he would use that nickname consistently. Mark got fixated on silly things like nicknames or pet phrases and I associate one week at Camp Isaiah with him repeatedly saying something like, “Hello Moose!” It was also somewhat dangerous to let weakness show. The first time I met the Millers I shook their hands at a movie store and then got made fun of for having a sissy handshake. I was probably 11. And I’ve never had a limp handshake since.

    My first time hiking with Mark and Kathy – my first time on a real hike and a real adventure – I think I almost died after hiking up to Trail Ridge Road from Lake Arrowhead or something like that. We had jumped off a 20+ foot snow cornice and gone glacading, we had walked through swamps, and then Mark led a group of us bushwhacking up about 2000 vertical feet over a mile or 1.5. I was bleeding from my leg and it was cold and windy and I was completely unprepared to wait at the top for our ride for what seemed like hours. And I wanted to do it again as soon as I could. I was 13.

    The race that I won that meant the most to me in high school wasn’t any sanctioned event, it was our team hike up Mount Elbert – the highest peak in CO. It meant so much because it was probably the only time that I left no doubt in beating Mark up a hill. I got dropped by him so many times that it felt so good to finally turn the table. I was probably 15. Mark was ever competitive, always challenging me and others to get better at whatever it was we were doing.

    I ran for Mark and Kathy for three years of cross country and during that time I went hiking/biking with Mark many time. I worked half a miserable summer for him (as my second job) pulling out nails and bullets and staples – and on my last day he offered me a bonus if I worked until it got too dark to work. I was 19 and school seemed so easy when I went back for the fall.

    When I was in the hospital after my accident in 2004/2005 he brought my the book about Ernest Shackleton – Endurance. Shackleton became someone I associated with Mark. Both such strong men. Both leaders. Both uncompromising. I recently heard a story about Shackleton that I think is appropriate. A pastor at a camp I was at was talking about the three friends who are thrown into the fiery furnace by Nebuchanezzer in the book of Daniel. The observers see four men in the fire, not three, and the men came out unscathed. Shackleton later told someone that he and his two companions in the little boat often felt like they were accompanied by “the fourth man” as they were crossing the rough waters in search of help. I pray that Kathy and Molly will be accompanied by the fourth man, also, as they embark on the next stage of their lives. They are two people, but they still have Mark with them in so many ways, and the fourth man, Jesus, will be there to guide the boat when the storm gets too great. Much love to them.

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    15th July 2012

    One Wheel

    Sometimes I feel like I’m on one wheel
    One half in the clouds and one on the ground
    Sometimes I dream but I’m not sleeping
    Part of me just isn’t around

    When you’re down, you’re always down
    When you’re up, nothing could be better
    When you’re down, you’re always down
    When you’re up, nobody remembers
    That it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes
    And it goes, and it will never – never, never – stop

    I wanna jump without thinking
    And hope that the landing isn’t too hard
    Anything’s better than waiting
    Constantly afraid to let down my guard

    When you’re down, you’re always down
    When you’re up, nothing could be better
    When you’re down, you’re always down
    When you’re up, nobody remembers
    That it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes
    And it goes, and it will never – never, never – stop

    Sometimes I look but I don’t see
    Searching the world for the wrong thing
    Sometimes I know that I go the wrong way
    And when I stop still feels like I’m running

    When you’re down, you’re always down
    When you’re up, nothing could be better
    When you’re down, you’re always down
    When you’re up, nobody remembers
    That it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes
    And it goes, and it will never – never, never – stop

    11th July 2012

    Summer school…

    Teaching summer school is the best. At least teaching for the It really is an ideal situation in many ways. I’m working with students who are going into 10th-12th grades and they are all students who are making up classes or trying to get better grades for eligibility or college application purposes.

    Linden is a *small* town, and was really a very stark contrast and strange transition from LA. Linden is about ten or twelve miles east of Stockton – and it’s basically ten miles of non-stop cherry orchards with a few other fields/orchards here and there. The summer school I’m working with is for migrant education students. To be classified as migrant and take advantage of the federal funding provided for the program, a student’s family has to have moved for agricultural purposes sometime in the last couple years.

    While the younger grades all have ten to twenty students and spend half the day working on math and the other half on writing, my combined high school class started at eight, and has dwindled every week because of students finishing their classes or leaving for various camps or other activities. Most of the time I have had between five and six students – and I have an assistant teacher, too. The students have been working on different subjects, depending on what they need, and with so few students I have more or less been able to create personalized plans for the students and then spend substantial time checking up on each student.

    I’ve been told that the individual who had my position last year did not engage with the students very much and that none of the students passed the exams they needed to finish their reclamation credits. This blows my mind because it is such a great opportunity to work with students in one-on-one or small-group situations, and to really focus on improving skills. AND the tests they have to pass really aren’t that hard as long as the students consistently work on the prep materials provided.

    Of course, keeping students on task and on track can be a challenge – whether it is with 40 students, 20 students, 8 students, or the two students that I have here today.

    Of my remaining three students, one is sick today; one is on his second class of the summer, trying to pick up his grades to be eligible for soccer; and the other student finished last week, but when his classmates asked if he was just going to stay home he said, “No way! I don’t want to miss out on all of the fun with Mr. H!” Now now he complains that I’m making him do extra work even though he’s done with his class (first I assigned him an essay to write about his favorite topic – Saturday Night Live Digital Shorts – and then I had him take math practice quizzes to keep his math skills sharp).

    Tomorrow is the last official day of summer school and then we’re going on a field trip. It was supposed to be to San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park, but the buses were not scheduled on time so instead we’re going to Sacramento for the state fair. This should be fun, but I would have been more excited to go to SF.

    Fortunately I DID get to go to San Francisco last weekend to visit my aunt and uncle who live in Marin – but I will save that for my next post. PS, you should check out the new Sauni’s Big Jump music!

    4th July 2012

    Sauni’s Big Jump: The Open Road

    Happy Independence Day! The day has finally come and we’re releasing new music! I’m really excited for folks to see the making of video and hear the music… so… without further ado, here are the goods. The making of video:

    And the store:

    You can also go to our website to get the music or to our CDBaby page or you can like us on our new facebook page!

    Ok, now I’m going to get ready and drive over to Santa Cruz to hang out at Mission Springs for a couple days before driving up the coast and hanging out it Marin County for a few days. Teaching summer school is awesome (5 day weekend? Yes, please!).

    Copyright 2005 by Daryl Holmlund - All rights reserved.