Drops, Leaves, Sugars and Searches

Last summer I discovered Book Crossing . com, a website dedicated to the sharing and tracking of books. As the website tells, “It’s a global book club that crosses time and space. It’s a reading group that knows no geographical boundaries. Do you like free books? How about free book clubs?. Well, the books our members leave in the wild are free… but it’s the act of freeing books that points to the heart of BookCrossing. Book trading has never been more exciting, more serendipitous, than with BookCrossing. Our goal, simply, is to make the whole world a library. BookCrossing is a book exchange of infinite proportion, the first and only of its kind.” I’ve finally registered a book for release later this week, but I’m still thinking of where might be the best place to free the book I chose, Idlewild. So far, the leading location is the train station, since it’s well trafficed by and because I plan to accompany Cerra there on Friday.

This evening I ran into Cerra by chance at the mall. I had been headed to the grocery store, and invited her along to share in the cheesecake I would get. It was quite nice to sit down and enjoy some cheesecake (in the cookie dough variety, no less) with one of my friends rather than eating it alone. Company always makes any activity more enjoyable for me.

Diarist . net has some interesting suggestions that may inspire you in your journals. One that I discovered was titled “Heart Vitals.” It says to write a resum? for your heart and ask, “What kind of ‘job’ is it looking for? Seasonal training? Long-term development? What are its skills? Crisis management? Endurance? Outreach?” It seems like a worthy endevour, and I believe I may alter it to refer to soul and give it a try. I know I’m sick of looking at my physical resume.

Lenny Kravitz’s new album, Baptism, is quite enjoyable, and quite possibly his finest release to date. It’s filled with the sort of songs you should expect from Mr. Kravitz, but it’s the most consistant and pleasing collection of songs. “Minister of Rock ‘n Roll” opens the disc with an anthemic yell, while “I Don’t Want To Be A Star” comes in with the contrast of melody and theme that makes Lenny Kravitz such an interesting artist. “Where Are We Running,” the first single from the album, is as radio-worthy as Krazitz’s numerous other hits, and would be on my summer party mix if I planned to make such a thing or attend any parties. The title track kicks off the second half of the album with another superb ballad, which is followed up with a horn-blaring anthem in “Flash.” “Destiny” closes the disc with a longing song of affirmed self that provides a proper end to an album that explores the range of Kravitz’s musical talent. If you enjoy any of Lenny’s singles, this is an album you’ll want to pick up.