25 Days of Bright Eyes

Or, How I paid my mother back for her jibe about pic­tures of chairs not being post-worthy.

Some would say that I’m lucky. There are scores, I’m sure, of peo­ple who feel that friend­ships forged with their par­ents lack a cer­tain ubiq­ui­tous qual­ity. Enter the Inter­net. I am lucky enough to have par­ents who use the Inter­net semi-frequently. So very lucky. My mother has a web­site. And, recently, she lam­pooned a great major­ity of the MilesRausch.com blog­gers in her lat­est post. The post, which you can read for your­self, chas­tised us for being weak bloggers.

Appar­ently, when my mother gets pas­sion­ate about a sub­ject, she for­gets to quit hit­ting punc­tu­a­tion marks. She would remark that this is “the Irish in her”, but I don’t think William But­ler Yeats ever ended a poem with “????????”. Also, her title should have had a “?” in it, but I won’t nit-pick.

To show my mother that I don’t take post­ing lightly, I’m going to post every day for 25 days. That’s right. I’m going to post 25 Days of Bright Eyes. On Octo­ber 25th Jeff and I are going to a Bright Eyes con­cert in Sioux Falls, and, since I don’t much attend con­certs, I’ve decided to cel­e­brate this event by high­light­ing some of my favorite Bright Eyes songs.

Enjoy.

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