Just Your Average, Run of the Mill Wednesday. The Calendar's Full of 'Em.

Some thoughts for a Wednesday:

Lost: I have never marked the days of the week by the shows that were on since Seinfeld graced the airwaves. Even then, I was in college so it took my roommates to remind me when it was on. However, Jennifer and I started buying the first season of Lost via iTunes and we got hooked. This is nothing new. We've been watching TV series since our third or fourth week together. But what's so neat about this one is that it's on network TV. That'd be a first. It's an awesome show and hard to believe it's written so well and looks so good. Reminds me of HBO shows. The new episode is on tonight and our Wednesday nights are starting to be set aside specifically for watching this show.

Golden Globes: Am I the only one that thinks these things don't mean anything? Am I the only one that thinks people are making way too big a deal over these awards? I mean, it should take more than being a barometer for the Academy Awards to warrant such hype. Ah, whatever. More power to them. At least Lost won for best TV Drama.

Winter Olympics: So, these are coming back on again. NBC will be completely revamped into a poor man's ESPN until it's all over. I've always liked the winter version better than the summer, for whatever the reason. Something about the extreme nature of most of these events makes it more entertaining I guess. And it transports me to four years ago when that really cute Canadian figure skater was on. I was smitten by her cute triple axle and tears when she got robbed of the gold medal by that French judge. I think I actually contemplated going to Utah to see the sports at one time. How silly.

Bach: I found a collection of Bach works that were transcribed for saxophone. I've always loved Bach and the power of his music. We had a movement from the Bach Cello Suite #1 played at our wedding, mostly at my request. But the power and beauty of the music just sends my soul to a higher, more resonant place. It's just powerful. Somehow, as fun as it is to listen, it's even more edifying to play it. The power of the music just seeps into your inner being and I have to say it's as close to hearing God's voice as I can get. I remember being a senior in college and playing a Bach transcription for band. At the time, I found it uninteresting and mechanical. We had this conductor who, realizing we were all playing it that way, began to explain the nature of the music. He informed us that this was Bach's sacred music. Music he wrote to God as a form of worship and adoration. He explained that Bach wrote his most powerful works as acts of devotion and that in order to grasp the true meaning and translate it to our audience, we had to play it as such. When we played it again, the power of the music was made real to me. Never had I made music such a powerful act of worship through my instrument. It was quite the life changing experience and playing Bach always reminds me of that moment.