Conservative; Roman Catholic; Pinay; the oldest of five children; having attended public school and Catholic school as well as having had the privilege of being a homeschool graduate; a graduate of the Culinary Arts Technology program at The Midwest Culinary Institute; currently in her pre-junior year in the University of Cincinnati's five-year Culinology program; intending to continue her education with the Master of Arts in Theology program at the Franciscan University of Steubenville; with absolutely no thoughts of being a career woman of any sort post-college, her greatest ambition is to be a mother and raise Saints for God.
The high acid content of energy drinks irreversibly damages tooth enamel. Samples of human tooth enamel were submerged in energy drinks for 15 minutes and then in artificial saliva for 2 hours, imitating the exposure that occurs if a person were to consume an energy drink every couple of hours. Damage to enamel became evident in only five days, and the damage was more significant when samples were exposed to energy drinks as opposed to sports drinks. Aside from minimizing one’s intake of energy drinks, Jennifer Bone of the Academy of General Dentistry advises chewing sugar-free gum or rinsing the mouth with water post-consumption.
“You know the famous final tapestry of the ‘Unicorn in captivity?’ Where the unicorn sits surrounded by a round fence, tethered to a tree, but looking peaceful and happy?”
“Of course. I saw it. It was lovely.”
“That’s an allegorical representation of Christ, who became a willing captive to the small circle of a woman’s womb. Just as a unicorn gives up its wild freedom to lie in the arms of a virgin maid, Christ gave up his Godhead to sit in Mary’s arms. And to become our Savior.”
“Oh,” she said. “I didn’t know that.”
“There are layers and layers to the story. Human love and marriage, men and women, God and the soul. On the exterior, the tapestries are about human beings hunting the unicorn. But if you scratch the surface, you find it’s really a story about the unicorn hunting us, out of irresistible love. And when the unicorn finds you, your life is changed forever.”
“Sometimes I wish I never met him,” the girl said, her throat contracting suddenly. “I wish I’d never known what a unicorn was like…”
This little girl is now 21, the age that Mother was when she was married.
There is a sense of restlessness about me lately.
These first three years of college have flown. God has blessed me immeasurably and led me in my self-discovery down paths and to new interests that I could never have foreseen. It’s almost comical in some ways… Paco is, of course, beginning to consider his options more seriously, and recently he has come to the conclusion that he wishes to go into engineering and political science. Mother wonders aloud how she could have raised a scientist and a politician, for neither are her particular strengths, and our high school courses were not heavy toward this end. But that is one of the beauties of homeschooling.
One of the more familiar criticisms of homeschoolers and unschoolers is that the parents wish to brainwash their kids and turn them into mini-me’s. There may indeed be cases where this is true, for all I know, but what I have seen and lived is quite the opposite; homeschooling has deepened my sense of adventure, as well as that of my siblings. Our exploration of new interests is not limited by a curriculum or the strengths or weaknesses of our teachers when we learn from a very early age the value of taking ownership of our education.
So where am I now? specifically in light of v1.0 and 2.0 of this post respectively.
I graduated cum laude with an Associate’s degree in Culinary Arts and Science, and am currently working towards that Bachelor’s in Culinary Arts Technology. I graduated an Honors Scholar and an Outstanding Graduate of the Business Technologies Division. I’ve been blessed with four scholarships in the past three years. I did not do my co-op requirements abroad, but I did discover downtown Cincinnati, discovered that I love it and like spending time there, and even more specifically, that I love MCI. At 1 Night 12 Kitchens this past Sunday, I ran into one of my former employers at MCI; she embraced me and greeted me with, “Oh, honey. You’re home.” The most beautiful thing about MCI is that it was another home, and in that sense, I never stopped homeschooling. I’m laughed at constantly for the amount of free time that I pointedly pass at MCI, but it is where I want to be, and where I hope to continue to be, in the years to come.
Tang Soo Do is currently sitting on the side, just waiting to be picked up. I’m a little lacking in motivation in that respect, but I have no doubt that martial arts will continue to be a part of my life, if not very largely right now, maybe in the way that it was for Dad, leaving it when he was sixteen and then coming back to it once he had kids to enjoy it with and to keep him motivated. Drunken Boxing is out because I’ve tried kung fu and more or less detested certain fundamental aspects of it.
None of those previously-unexplored instruments listed have been explored, and both violin and piano have been incredibly neglected, but guitar has only gotten better – I’m currently taking a classical guitar class – and best of all, I joined the UC Women’s Chorus which consequently graced me with the friendship of another homeschooled Catholic young lady who wears her chastity ring proudly in the face of extreme incredulity.
Jewelry-making and food-writing are purely hobbies that one find’s random spontaneous moments for, and I don’t mean to do much about changing that.
I still get jokes about marrying a Pinoy and keeping the bloodline pure, but I think that’s all they are now – jokes. One of my Kuyas suggested once in an age long past that I might be a little racist. It prompted some reflection and soul-searching, which revealed that I am not racist, but perhaps slightly biased, though I’ve become considerably less so over the past three years.
On that note, that is still my greatest ambition. To be a wife and mother and write living epistles. As I wrote (yes, snail mail) to two friends recently, the spiritual direction I received recently concerning the possibility of a religions vocation [with the Dominican Sisters of St. Cecilia] was, in a nutshell, “Don’t worry about it.”
And so 21 finds me trying to leave the vocation thing to God’s time. Patience is not my forte.
There are so many opportunities before me, so much that I can [and will] do, all of which is constructive and will only serve to make me a better person… School goes well; what more could I ask for? I’m leaving for my internship in less than six weeks. I’m continuing my sommelier studies on my own time, and that in and of itself is something in which one could choose to drown one’s entire life and never run out of new material. I’m continuing to serve at St. Max and will hopefully be taking on some new responsibilities come Fall. For the duration of this quarter, my free time is being filled by Young Adult activities courtesy of both St. Max and St. John’s, Dead Theologians Society meetings, and Theology on Tap. My chapter at Daveed’s is finished, it ended on a good note, and continues to bear fruit in the form of friendships that I have discovered do indeed exist, some cases of which have been very pleasantly surprising.
But I am restless. Naturally so, Mother confirms. A career is only an aspect of one’s vocation, and it’s gnawing at me.
In high school, we may fear the unknown and be anxious to find our way; I find myself having a fairly good idea of where I’m going and being anxious for what I hope is still unknown to come into play. I say I have my priorities straight – but perhaps a more accurate way to phrase it is that I know what I want my priorities to be, once they actually become viable options.
Dreams of a future never found,
Memories of a past still sweet;
Half-writ poems, stories wild,
April letters, warm and cold,
Diaries of a wilful child,
Hints of a woman early old;
A woman in a lonely home,
Hearing, like a sad refrain, -
‘Be worthy love, and love will come,’
In the falling summer rain.
4-methylimidazole, also referred to as 4-Mel, occurs naturally in Maillard reactions, but is carcinogenic and can cause cancer at high levels. This much, I think we’re all fairly familiar with. But this comes into play not merely on an individual more-informed-and-health-conscious-than-the-average-consumer level, but recently on a nationwide level due to California’s Proposition 65 released by their Office of Environmental Health Hazard Assessment. (http://oehha.ca.gov/prop65.html) This would basically mandate Coke and Pepsi to put, “Warning: This product contains chemicals known to the State of California to cause cancern,” on their label. Obviously this was not desirable to either company, and as they couldn’t merely alter their product for CA specifically, hopefully we benefit as a nation from this. Isn’t it so interesting, though, how trusting we are or can be or have been of what people formulate to feed us?
If you don’t have the time [or motivation] to read books like I Kissed Dating Goodbye, Boy Meets Girl, Real Love, or the entire Theology of the Body (which, yes, I confess I’m still working on, on and off), then one of the best quick reads I’ve encountered on the extremely important subject of underage dating can be found here. Excerpt:
The beauty of marriage, as it was intended to be, is that it teaches two people of opposite genders to learn to work through incompatibilities and give of themselves. In the same way, the great ugliness of dating as it is practiced by our culture and portrayed by our media, is that it teaches two people of opposite genders to be selfish by giving them an easy “out” when things don’t go according to their initial feelings. I believe it is fair to say that this form of dating is a training manual for divorce, because it encourages young people to grow accustomed to giving their hearts away and then taking them back.
It is currently 0724 and I am here again at Bakery Hill. My status updates on facebook yesterday read thus:
No one at home in Receiving, snagged a locker behind The Summit kitchen, watching the cars on I-75 from Bakery Hill, waiting for the summons to begin a long and grueling two days… hopefully I’ll have a pin to show for it at the end of it all :D
Flight tasting #1 at 8:30 in the morning, Chablis and Shiraz, lectures on viniculture/viticulture, French wine laws, and Burgundy. Currently on a 20 minute break…
Flight tasting #2 at 11:15am: Albarino, new world Chardonnay, Brunello di Montalcino, and a 50/50 Merlot/Cab Sauv from Bordeaux. Lecture on Champagne and sparkling wines. Currently on lunch break in 033 with two awesome Kuyas =)
Flight tasting #3 at 1:40: classic Riesling from Rheingau, new world Pinot Gris, classic Cab Sauv, and a textbook [red] Zin. Lectures on Bordeaux, the Loire, the Rhone, and Alsace. Break again and I missed a good sidebar by 10, 15ish minutes. BOTHER. =)
Flight tasting #4 at 3:20: classic Italian Pinot Grigio, Chenin Blanc from Vouvray, Gevrey-Chambertin Pinot Noir, and a Barolo which almost made me cry (Barolo, Italy Stef Ofhfs). Lectures on Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, US wine law, CA, OR, WA, and NY. End Day 1. ♥ MCI LOVE ♥
FIVE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FLASH CARDS. BOOM. … this better work…
I haven’t got time for a long blog post – I’ve got 560 flash cards to run through in the next 30 minutes =) – but a more detailed blog post is promised in future. Suffice to say for now that this opportunity has so far proved to be both exhausting and absolutely thrilling in every way. Peace out.
Here we are in Food Chem II, we’ve gotten our first quiz out of the way, now we’re just sitting here chit-chatting about our Culinology club meeting last night and our blog posts for this week… aaaaaandddd Kayla’s sitting here next to me and we’ve been reading…
When the anti-energy drinks first came up in the conversation, Seth/Tim asked, “Isn’t that… a beer?” Apparently that would still be safer when not abused. When our discussion began, there was a general acknowledgement of the appeal of such a drink to those who work long hours on their feet in a kitchen and get off work late and desperately need sleep so that they can do it all over again the next day. Why is it such a hugely accepted part of the culture of our particular field that a long day of work resolves itself at a bar? Adrenaline is not kind to those who work the line.
Some things that caught our eye(s) when reading the linked article above:
Critics question the safety of such anti-energy drinks, which are sold in locations including college campuses and convenience stores.
… called the marketing of commercialized anti-energy drinks “one of the worst things I’ve ever seen with corporate immorality,” accusing the companies of profiting off a higher-end version of a street drug.
Some anti-energy drinks carry warning labels of possible drowsiness and discourage driving after use.
Unwind and other drinks contain melatonin, a neurohormone used to treat sleep-related disorders that can be purchased as a supplement.
Melatonin is not approved as a food additive because it is not “generally recognized as safe” by the U.S. Food and Drug Administration. So a company that uses the ingredient can be subject to a challenge by the FDA.
The latest relaxation drink to capture headlines is Canna Cola, a marijuana-infused soft drink.
Check this out – DRANK. Kayla’s comment was, “That does not look good for you at all.“
And now we’ve been released for a break and some of us are off to get some caffeine into our systems before we have at it again =) Oh, I love my culinology classmates.
The testimonies at the I Have A Say blog are amazing. Here are just a few lines that caught my eye and that keep calling out to me. These are the men and women in whose company it is and will always be an honor to live and fight and build up the world alongside. Because we will!!! The followers of this culture of death will go on being self-centered, essentially contracepting themselves to death, not because we will stop trying to reach them, or stop trying to help them, or stop trying to love them, or stop trying to be heard above their inane and empty chatter, but because there are many among them who simply refuse to be reached. Yet, when they are gone, we are the ones who will continue to live full lives, open to life, joyfully bringing new voices into the world whom we will raise to continue in that glorious tradition which is the Faith.
… I guess you could say I have a heart for the heartless, and a love for the unlovable…
… “Never forget Satan wants your children dead in a garbage can!” And fifty million unborn American children to date, that we know of, are dead in the landscape of a satanic dump yet their most precious of souls are carved in the Palm of Crucified Christ. The slaughter of holy innocents has become the foundation of the demise of civilization, rapidly deteriorating, on the altar of satanic sacrifice. Cecile Richards is a voice and advocate for the devil’s agenda. She does not represent or speak for the interest of women, but destroys their vocation and identity through her profession…
… I have a say, and I have children who will one day have a say. As youths, their testimony lies in being…
… My life has been full and fulfilling. I tell you these things, not to brag about my credentials, but to enforce the point that your life is never over – no matter what cards you are dealt…
… I have done the college thing. I have done the activism thing. I have done the career thing. I am not sheltered. I am not oppressed. I am no shrinking violet. I will not be sterilized. I will not be silenced. I am fully human. I am a wife and a mother. I am a woman. I am Catholic. I am a soldier of Christ in the Church Militant and I am a force to be reckoned with…
… I was completely unprepared for that doctor’s visit. He chastised me for being irresponsible. He threw a pen across the room in disgust, slammed down my chart, and told me that if I didn’t abort the pregnancy I would lose the baby anyway… For good measure, he added in that if that wasn’t enough, the medications I had been taking would probably cause the baby to be deformed. (Oh, dear, he believed imperfect children should never be born.. how shocking! ) I fired that doctor on the spot… How could anyone be so heartless? …
… Having many siblings benefits children in many ways- they learn to share, they learn compassion, they learn to be unselfish and to work in a team for the good of others. In fact, large families are an antidote to selfishness, as their members learn to give and accept respect in so many intimate ways. This naturally spills out into society and makes it better. In a large family, no one gets the constant limelight so children learn to support others’ gifts and talents, and know when the time comes for their personal victories they have an audience of support and love for them…
… So many married women reject motherhood for a career, or willingly leave their children to find “fulfillment, excitement, money and power” in the workplace, but the real fulfillment comes from forming a human person- day to day formation of and sacrifice for another living human being- and not just any- your child…
… The reward is not money- it is something greater that you can take with you to heaven- your children and relationship with them…
… I have a say. What do those words even mean? They mean that I, a young Catholicwoman, have the right and the ability to be a significant factor in my country. I can say what I wish, and I possess the right as a human being to have my voice heard among millions of my fellow citizens.Cecile, I have a say – and I say that you do not rule my thoughts and words. I willhave my say. I have been given life – I did not gain it myself. It was a gift from two loving, generous, self-sacrificing parents. I was given my life in love, and I believe I have the duty to help those who are being denied my gift…
… I stand for life, for all the lives that have been abruptly ended by sterile knives, for all those infants who face a death worse than any we can. At least we will die having lived. They must die in ignorance of why their lives are ending; no knowledge of the sun and sky, no friends, alone in the dark. They are silent. In my own small way I speak for them…
… I state again that I’m not Catholic but in this fight, we are all Catholics now! …
… Ironically, having my child has made the punishment for the choices I have made even worse. Though I have experienced boundless joy in sharing in the life of the precious creation that is my lovely daughter, I am also painfully and acutely aware at what I have destroyed. I loved my daughter from the moment I knew she existed, though I threw other children out like meaningless garbage because they didn’t fit into the life I was living. To have a child after you have aborted makes it so painfully clear… you cannot love one tiny embryo the instant that you discover it exists, yet declare the other to be a non-human mass of cells that can be discarded and forgotten…
… I speak on behalf of my half sibling and the rest of the unborn who weren’t given the chance that I was and I’m not going anywhere…
An overview of beverage sales, focusing respectively on wine, coffee, energy drinks, sports drinks, and soda. Since we’ve been talking about the need to be able to write impartially, specifically for our senior projects, one of my first thoughts was what a great example this article is of just that. It’s basically reporting a bunch of numbers, but includes enough unbiased quotes and notes that keep the piece from very quickly losing the reader’s attention. Notes that caught my eye included:
vegan wine, which is produced without the use of animal byproducts which are commonly used in the filtration process
the incredibly don’t-we-know-it true statement about consumers having integrated coffee purchases into their daily routines
certain teas using the detoxifying effect of their polyphenols as a selling point to combat visible aging, which I believe we did touch on in class last quarter
energy drinks finding a market in the “over-60, retired crowd” (really???)
sports drinks being overrated (that made me laugh) and their main competition being (take a wild guess…) water!
Pray note that the article repeats itself for some reason.
You females talk about equal rights, but it’s not what you actually want.
Men are ordained the role of pastors, providers, and protectors. Equal rights? You aren’t wanting those responsibilities. You’re wanting to be freed of responsibility, of accountability for your actions, of “consequences.”
Why aren’t men after “equal rights for men”?
And you say - but they’re already shirking their duty. They aren’t being pastors, providers, or protectors. They aren’t taking those responsibilities, they’re not being accountable, they don’t have consequences.
And you’re surprised?
Boys will be boys, you say. But I say - men will be men, when women hold them to the right standards. And girls will be girls, but women will be women when men hold them to the right standards.
But look – here you are, advocating contraception and abortion. What are you advertising yourself as by freeing yourself of responsibility? If there are no consequences for you, what consequences are there for him?
Congratulations – you’ve just advertised yourself as a toy. And if you are making yourself accessible to him as a toy, you are letting him be a boy. And if you’re letting him – essentially giving him permission – to be a boy, what incentive does he have to try and be more? What incentive does he have to expect more of you? What incentive does he have to respect you as a woman when you have clearly shown him that you do not expect him to be a man?
Pregnancy is not a punishment, and by your very nature the denial of life should give you pain. These are your strengths! These are what give you value! He should value your ability to give to the world another Mozart, another Einstein, another Mother Teresa, another voice who has a right to be heard.
I refuse to be turned into a toy. I refuse to be accessible for use without consequences. Without thought to not only my physical health, but my mental and emotional health as well.
I choose to be a woman. A woman with a heart that can be broken. A woman with a heart waiting for the man who will cherish that heart and all that comes with it. A woman with the ability to bring into being through her heart another life, another soul, another voice, another being for whom you do not speak, and who I will never allow you to silence.
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… to drink…
Midas Touch ~ Handcrafted Ancient Ale ~ with barley, honey, white muscat grapes, and saffron
brown ale, courtesy of Svetlana’s husband
… today’s playlist…
Closer to Love – Mat Kearney
Find Your Way – Ryan Cabrera
My World – Avril Lavigne
Codes and Keys – Death Cab for Cutie
If I Wrote A Letter To Myself – Nikki Malvar
Storms in Africa II – Enya
While We Wait – Jack Johnson
Wow – Snow Patrol
Can You Feel the Love Tonight – Elton John
Chicago – Sufjan Stevens
The Wrong Girl – Missy Higgins
Amoeba – Static Vessels
Kissing a Fool – Michael Buble
The Finish Line – Snow Patrol
The Horses – Kenny Loggins
I Believe – Third Day
Magbalik Ka Na Mahal – Kuh Ledesma
… today’s setlist…
Mighty to Save
… notes…
So it would seem that we won’t be participating in 1 Night 12 Kitchens this year. It upsets me slightly, but it’s one less thing on my plate.
A few months ago, Rob randomly made all of us some sort of camp dessert, one of those little kits where the dry ingredients are pre-measured and you use the provided bag to measure liquids. Basically, it was a chocolate pudding with graham cracker crumbs and mini marshmallows, it was like some rustic attempt at a deconstruction of s’mores. I took a picture of it. So there’s the back story; basically, I made the connection during lecture today when we were learning about physically modified starches, specifically pre-gels. Boom. Instant chocolate pudding.
As we’ve mentioned Rob, we might as well go on with other Rob-related things, like his costie hours in Receiving this past Monday. I suppose it was all for the best that I completely forgot that he would be in, because otherwise I would’ve been sorely, sorely tempted to go to MCI. I was sorry to hear that he wasn’t in any position to learn anything from Matt, but at least he got paired up with Billy for a bit.
Some things just aren’t meant to be figured out, I suppose, like if one can call Rob a friend or not. His conversation is exceptionally enjoyable when it isn’t fraught with sarcasm. And it’s no use attempting to disarm him by being particularly agreeable; sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn’t. Today, as I was walking to my car after work after day 128, in spite of a decent number of pedestrians and other cars, Rob did not hesitate to secure my attention with a prolonged series of very obnoxious honks delivered while driving by. The kid never had any sisters to annoy growing up and I wouldn’t put it past him to be making up for that now, but it was hardly annoying… the absurdity of it – compounded with beer in class before lunch, absolutely gorgeous blue skies, a short shift, and a million other little things which I praise God for the grace to have marked and thanked Him for – was highly appreciated and responded to with as much enthusiasm as I could manage. But there – is Rob a friend?
Its those little things that I’ll miss most, like the hands that constantly appear to save my skin from my apparently very noticeable attempts to return many different things to their homes in high places without the aid of a milk crate. And the very subtle facial expressions that they probably think nobody catches.
I will not miss the not-being-understood part of certain conversations, like when I say, “Thank you!” and they ask, “For what?” and I reply something like, “For… the laughs…” and nobody gets it and I get looks like I’m crazy. Which, I am, but Marv said, “Thanks for all the laughs,” when he was saying goodbye to me tonight and I didn’t look at him funny, because I know exactly what he meant. See? I’m not the only one in this world who thinks laughs are worth thanking people for. Geeze. We did do a notable amount of laughing at the Works of Mercy Challenge meeting tonight. mGbp. It was just one thing after another, and all of us building up off of each other.
I did not tell them about the conclusion I have come to that Sam Ash is the place to go during Lent to practice biting one’s tongue. Ooooo! I firmly believe that Sam Ash makes a point of hiring the most pretentious young men in Cincinnati. I went to check out, and before actually ringing up the case, the guy asked me, “Do you have a classical guitar?” “Yes, I do.” I replied as calmly as I could. “Oh. Ok. Well, see? You didn’t do too badly.” Look, man, there’s customer service, and then there’s very wrongly operating on the assumption that no one who walks into your place of employment knows zip about anything you sell. Just because I purchased a capo for a 12-string in the same go as a case for a classical guitar and I suppose I look like I’m twelve years old into the bargain… grrrr! Have you noticed that there aren’t any females working there??
It’s a good laugh afterwards and all, but it is not a good thing that anytime I have to go to Sam Ash for anything, I automatically start dreading just the thought of having to walk in and subject myself to such unnecessary and misplaced scrutiny.
Anyway, moving on. Svetlana brought in beer for us to taste, pictured near the top of this post, and she brought cacao nibs and forgot the cheese plate. Hahahaha. It’s ok. I can’t say I’m a huge fan of the brown ale… too hoppy for me. I did finish it, but truly it’s not my type. The Midas Touch was exceptional; it was like the best of both worlds, and you’d think the honey would have been fermented out, but it stuck to the back of your throat and warmed it as honey does in hot tea. That is definitely one I’d look for again.
I don’t like feeling as if my 21st birthday has precipitated the sudden crossing of lines into new levels of pragmatism. Hahaha. It’s not the birthday at all, everything just happens to be falling into place around this time. I’m not in the Women’s Chorus this quarter after all… I knew this was going to happen and I put it off and put it off as if I could ignore it altogether, but this quarter’s concert schedule is impossible for me with work, and work’s the priority at present with me leaving, of course. It wouldn’t have been fair to anyone if I’d tried to stick with it.
The upside, however, is that I now have a break that coincides with Aaron’s, so hopefully I’ll see about as much of him as I did last quarter. I got to spend an hour with him and Ben today, and the best part was that we got to spend it soaking up sunlight =) Sadly, we’ll all be spread out this summer – Ben will be in CA, Aaron will be here, and I’ll be in MI, of course – but hopefully that means we’ll have some great stories to tell each other when we all get around to seeing each other again.
Our culinology class numbers have been bumped back up to eight, but only for one class; a chem technology major chose to join our Food Microbiology class as her natural science elective. More on that as the weeks wear on…
… today’s playlist…
You’re Not The Only One – The Sundays
Sparks Fly – Taylor Swift
Oceans Will Part – Hillsong United
Forever in Love – Kenny G
Everything Glorious – David Crowder Band
When You Believe – Mariah Carey & Whitney Houston
So Little Time – Arkana
Pictures of People Take Pictures – Jack Johnson
All We Are – Onerepublic
Hero – Bethany Dillon
Expo ’86 – Death Cab for Cutie
Dance for the Dead – Cloud Cult
I Drive Myself Crazy – ‘N Sync
I’ll Never Get Over You Getting Over Me – Expose
Goodbye, Apathy – Onerepublic
Hello Hurricane – Switchfoot
Crooked Teeth – Death Cab for Cutie
One Flight Down – Norah Jones
Superman – Five for Fighting
