Thanksgiving

We had a very Hispanic Thanksgiving.

Which means there's a lot of conversation about how little we know about Thanksgiving. But we are very thankful for a lot of things. We hope yours was great, as well.

Welcome all wonders in one sight...

Advent's soon, and for us, it's felt like a year where repentance, death, resurrection, and celebration -- the themes of Advent -- have swirled around us like a good winter snowstorm. Here are some lyrics from a favorite hymn by Richard Crashaw:

Heaven in earth! and God in man!
Great little one, whose all-embracing birth
Lifts earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to earth!


Happy Holidays, a little early. Or right on time, depending on how you look at it. We hope you have a great Thanksgiving, too.

Remember, remember to VOTE in November

It's finally here. Alex and I phoned folks from the Obama headquarters here in Cville. He got hung up on, I got a few heated comments. We mispronounced names. It was all worth it, though. In the room with us were several kids, under the age of 10, on the phones calling, gesturing wildly and chatting up whoever was on the other line, talking about gas prices and tax policies. It wasn't hard to remind ourselves that in less than 48 hours, this country could be a totally different place.


I was also doing it for the primary purpose of getting this poster I'd been eyeing in the headquarters window for some time. Finally, one of the women there struck a deal with me, saying that if i gave some time on the phone, she'd give me the poster.


They ran out of yard signs a while back, so we made do.

Alex on Common Grounds

We're grateful to Justin for this interview on Common Grounds :

Alex on Common Grounds

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We did finally make it to visit with Alex's other wife, the Mets, last Thursday.

Algodon (or why is the self so afraid of being stuck with another self? or thanks, walker percy)

“Why it is that of all the billions and billions of strange objects in the Cosmos-novas, quasars, pulsars, black holes-you are beyond doubt the strangest?”




We celebrate two years.

And yes, marriage is bewonderment.
Sometimes, marriage feels like getting lost.
Mostly though, it's like being found.

Zellishniss.

While it may not be the audience that Alex originally set out to attract, like cubs to honey, the 3-and-under crowd has discovered Alex's music and has proven to be some of the most enthusiastic in terms of providing listener support. I mean that. When Alex played at the Pavilion for Fridays After Five, morning recess delight ensued in the pit where drunken hippie dancing usually happens. We've now figured out that in pull-ups or in diapers, they'll come waddling out to his concerts when they're before 7.30. They listen to his records, and some even shred air guitars (it might look sort of like panicked belly-scratching). I think it's kind of awesome.

This is a letter that Alex got in the mail today from a favorite pre-school fan. More details on their fan-musician correspondance can be found at Alex's website (www.alexmejias.com). Elias has a special way with knowing just when to send that encouraging word. Thanks, Elias : ).