Thursday, January 05, 2006


I was preparing to clean today, which requires music. I decided to see what the Jester had around, and I found Chelmsford. My mother was in the hallway, so I held the CD out for her to see.

"Do you know what this is?" I asked.

"Three. Times. Lucky," she said, reading the label, and adding, "I'm glad all my children have such nice handwriting." (It's true--we do.)

"That's the name. But do you know what this is?"

"One of Sven's groups, I guess."

"Nope. It's one of his mixes."

This means nothing to you unless you know how seriously Sven took--takes--his mixes. Hours are spent compiling the perfect blend. And those hours are honored by giving the mix a decent name: Three Times Lucky, Educating Archie, etc., and, if it's particularly good, a "band" name, in this case, Chelmsford.

Finding the CD led to a brief discussion about my brother. I know people tend to idolize brothers on missions, but we idolized him before he left. My mother made the comment that it must be scary for LaLa's fiance to join the family with Sven set up as the paragon of all things male. Which isn't to say that he's hyper-masculine--that's part of the reason we adore him. He's an excellent dresser, tall, thin, looks good scruffy and clean shaven. He has brilliant taste in music and movies. He's learning about literature. He's also just plain brilliant. His plan in high school was med school, some type of surgeon. He's now considering law. Not to mention that he's been considered the family scriptorian since he was seven or eight.

Welcome to the family, Jeremiah. Good luck. (Support group is on Thursdays at 3:00.)


Thirdmango said...

I too am like that when making cd mixes. I don't make names like that though.

KapkaVictim said...

Let me marry Sven.



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