Gas Station Attendant Foreign Policy

So yesterday I'm working in NOVA and on the way back we stop somewhere off I-66 to get diesel. I fuel up and head inside to grab a water and pay. The attendant asks if I'd like my water and diesel separate (common if you've a company fuel card). I tell him no. At this point he assumes that I'm paying for the diesel personally (quite the opposite, the boss is just kind enough to buy my snacks as well) and sympathizes with me. He then offers me this bit of hope: "Well, maybe we'll get lucky and Israel will just bomb the hell out of 'em and the price of gas will come down."

I don't even know what to say to that. Yeesh...

-C

Crack Crack Crack Crack Thump Crack Thump

It just gets better and better. And louder.

Thump Crack Th Thump Thump Crack...

...LOUDLY.

It's one of those days. :s

-C

Arranging. Inspiration. Not really.

So I've been put into the situation of needing to arrange a hymn tune for 2-octave bell choir in <36hrs, that can be put together with a minimum of rehearsal. When I first sat down to begin the process ~8 hours ago I was flooded with ideas. I thought "Wow, I havn't been able to write anything significant in more than a year and now, under pressure, I'm going to be able to put a bit of myself into this arrangement rather than simply manipulate a choral arrangment to fit into 2 octaves." Here I am 8 hours, a nap, and some sub-par chinese food later and I am totally stumped by the simplicity of the tune. I still have the ideas, they just aren't the right ones.

What to do...

-C