Blog of Josh Hall

He’s there when you falter.
He’s there when you lose.
He’s there before it’s over.
He’s there when hope is gone.
But when you go to call his name,
"I, Surrender" was you all along.

I was reading a blog entry at Thatnight.net and as she listed things she doesn’t blog about, I started to think about all the things that I don’t blog about.  You won’t see a lot of temporary emotion here.  You might see the songs and poems that they inspire, but you won’t see it in a blog post.  Sometimes I’ll write about the battles with depression I’ve had, but I’ll reiterate the positive or the mental stability.  I’m not as much of an attention-where as I might come off to be, and I will never make a cry of help through some lame blog post.  I’m not here to soapbox either, so you won’t see the politcal diatribes and mud-slinging.  I don’t get caught in the whirlwind of society as much as others.  Not necessarily misanthropic, but certainly not part of the band wagon, so you won’t see NCAA stats, football ANYTHING, or how I can’t believe Andrina went on a date with spencer on the latest episode of The Hills.  Sure, I might know a little something about all of the above, but they’re not something I care enough about to make it represent me and my thoughts.

In short, this blog is very "Wizzy wig".

They imploded the old St. Francis hospital today across Centre Avenue from the Mellon Arena to make room for the new arena being built for the Pittsburgh Penguins.  They had failed to pull it down a few weeks ago, so they just blew it up.  I’m happy they did.

I’ve always said that Jackie Chan was the friggin’ man.  No one has touched him.  No one.

This has always been my favorite hymnal.  It’s emotional, it tells a story, it’s literal, and it’s simple.  I didn’t even know Johnny Cash did a version of it.  I’m in love with it now.

So, I’m pulling out of Giant Eagle Market District in Shady Side, making a left onto Centre Avenue.  A black prius is turning into the lot, and stops to let me get out onto the road first.  A guy is loading groceries into his car across the street and there is an asian woman standing next to him.  A mini van down far to the right, so my path is clear.  I accelerate, probably to 5 mph tops, and WHOA that asian chick is right in front of me.  she puts her hand on the front of my truck and moves to her left to the side of my truck.  She’s out of it.  I didn’t see her at all.  I roll down my window and ask her if she’s alright, and she just has a weird look on her face.  The dude loading his groceries starts to panic like a drama queen.  He’s saying things like, "Jesus Christ!, OH MY GOD, etc"  never really seeming to direct the comments to me, my driving, the asian woman, her jay walking, but rather just in awe of the situation in general.  I repeatedly asked the woman if she was alright through the passenger window, and she says, "yes, fine:" and nods and starts to walk towards the grocery store.  The drama queen puts his arm around her for a second.  There’s nothing more I can do.  She’s obviously startled, too foreign to communicate, or both.  I drive off accepting her "yes, fine." as closure.  should I have done more?