I did something bad yesterday.... very very bad. I picked up a guitar again.

Actually it started a few months ago. Through all these years I've kept my old steel string acoustic. At times it would go a year without being touched. The strings, a decade old by this point, were dull and dead and caked with dust. But regardless, I began to play it again. The past week had seen a particularly large increase in both frequency and duration of playing. However, it wasn't until we went for thanksgiving that I truly got hooked again. There I had access to a new, cared for, lively instrument. From that point on there was no turning back.

I'll admit to having crazy thoughts of the inverse of 12 years ago. At that point I decided to quit UNT and music in favor of something else (to be fair, class hadn't even started yet and I never really got moved to Denton). That something else led me to science, to physics, and to where I am today. Now I'm having thoughts (though not serious ones!) of the perfect, idyllic life of a jazz musician (let me know if you ever run across someone that has it). I could just pack everything up, quit science and start being "cool" again. sigh... being a post-doc will do that to you at times.

Anyhow, let me introduce our newest member to the family : a Paul Reed Smith 2000 McCarty guitar, complete with an amber finish and bird inlayed neck.
This is the kind of guitar I dreamed about having while I was a kid. Kerri has named the guitar Sufie after a bird.