New York, New York

Wow, good stuff has been happening all around.

On Thursday/Friday I went to Manhattan to see many interesting and entertaining things including my wonderful Aunt Gina, MoMA (the (new) Museum of Modern Art is absolutely amazing), my first Broadway musical (also the longest running, The Fantasticks has been on Broadway for 42 years), and some cathedral which will someday be the tallest in the world if it is ever finished (it's been under construction for over 100 years).

On Saturday, several camp and non-camp people got together to do a song service for a bunch of yung'ns. It was pretty much a blast. A thousand invitations went out. One kid came. (Ouch) But it was still ridiculously fun.

And now when I line this up I wonder why I'm still not at my prime. I'm still feeling down.

I think I've been going through my teen depression stage. At least I hope so, because it would be really annoying to have to be this way the rest of my life. It's been a sort of schizophrenic depression in that it takes turns between genuine joy and utter helplessness. Hmmmm... it's really not all that bad — not like I would expect depression to be. It just gets so...so...irritating.

I've still been trying to sort out faith vs feeling. It hasn't been working too well.

Hey, I just found this on Wikipedia:

Robert Burton wrote in the 16th century in his classic work, The Anatomy of Melancholy, that music and dance were critical in treating mental illness, especially melancholia.
In November 2006, Dr. Michael J. Crawford and his colleagues again found that music therapy helped the outcomes of schizophrenic patients.

So funny...and true. U2's All That You Can't Leave Behind is blasting over the stereo and I feel better already. Now I just need a dance partner....