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We visited the old courthouse as seen in Owen Marshall: Counselor at Law, which is possibly the best law-themed show ever. The courthouse, which is still in use, is spectacular.
They even let you go up on top of the tower.
Fortunately Scott was able to get the afternoon off from his residency shifts at the hospital so we all drove up to Solvang. Solvang is just like Koreatown except that it is smaller, was made by Danish people, and they don’t speak Korean. As far as I could tell, nobody spoke Danish either. For you Simpsons fans out there, Solvang is where Millhouse’s uncle is from.
We toured the beautiful streets and shops and saw the old mission. We also went to this really strange place called Solvang Ranch that was a mix between the Old West and
The town offers spectacular views of the surrounding mountains and vineyards.
The other thing about Solvang is that the entire town is obsessed with Hans Christian Anderson. There are at least ten statues of the guy (giant nose and all), a couple of streets named after him, a museum, and a square in his honor. It’s almost as if he is the only cool guy to ever be Danish. What about Niels Bohr, I might ask? Or what about Søren Kierkegaard (who is way cool, by the way), or even Beowulf? Oh yeah, plus I’m Danish (ethnically speaking that is). Where’s my statue?
But the best thing about Solvang is that I was finally able to get my hands on some imported salt licorice. Salt licorice is basically like crack for licorice junkies. I also found some marzipan, and to my pleasant surprise, some amar bidder stang (it was fifteen dollars a pound and worth every penny).

The next morning we hung out on the wharf and then went sea kayaking. We got within a few feet of some sea lions which was way cool.



Time: a sweet longing melody with some great images like: “city sirens howling at red light moons.” I also can’t help but be pleased that the song mentions Ruth’s Diner, good memories.
At that Day: is reminiscent of an old-style spiritual. It seems to be looking forward to the second coming while acknowledging the troubles and sorrows that plague the earth while it waits. I’m a sucker for these old-style spirituals. They really move me and this one is no exception. I wish we had more of this spiritual music within modern Mormon culture but instead I usually have to find it elsewhere. Initially there was a great spiritual/poetic movement in Mormon thought. Eliza R. Snow’s “O My Father” probably represents the best of this era of early LDS poetics but also much of Phelps’ work, and of course William Clayton’s “Come, Come Ye Saints” all rank high on the list. But spiritual songwriting of this quality is rare among contemporary LDS (at least as far as I’ve been able to discover). I’m not counting the modern inspiration LDS songwriting, the likes of Michael McLean etc... This is probably for the simple fact that I don’t care for it. I feel the same way only much stronger about contemporary Christian rock. Especially when, to allude to a quote from the Simpsons, all they do is write a pop song but change the word “baby” to “Jesus.” In contemporary Christian/Mormon pop there is little yearning and instead a feeling that the spiritual or divine has already been attained. Consequently there is a sense of preachy-ness that pervades the praises and diminishes them. Besides, without a genuine yearning I feel that much of this music comes across as a little cheesy (that was a long way to say that I like the album’s concluding track).