The Rev. Casey dunsworth

serves as Associate Campus Pastor to the Belfry, the Lutheran-Episcopal Campus Ministry to UC Davis

and as Program Director for LEVN, the Lutheran Episcopal Volunteer Network.

Mixtape Blitz

Okay so obviously I mean mix CDs not mixtapes, because it's (unfortunately) not 1997 anymore. Mixtape sounded better as a title. Why am I explaining this?

A few days ago my car iPhone connecter player thing stopped charging my iPhone while it plays music. This is a totally dumb development because it totally drains the battery and then I can't spend all day checking Twitter. So I decided to go super old school (besides the ultimate old school that is the radio) and play some old mix CDs I happen to still have in my 500 CD case thing I keep in my car JUST IN CASE! I am a big loser. The magic of this, though, is that most of the mixes in this case don't have any important details on them. Like, what's on them. Or when I made them. Some of them say "that mix I made for ____" and some of those have a date on them. One says "Casey and Jenn's Driving Mix" -- WHICH IS FULL OF GEMS, LET ME TELL YOU -- from the summer after 10th grade when Jenny got her license. One is a mix we made as a project in 10th grade English, where we had to make the soundtrack of if the book we read became a movie. Our group's book? Kafka's Metamorphosis. The tunes we chose are seriously priceless. Some of it's serious, like there's some Explosions in the Sky, some Clint Mansell. Then there's some BSB, some Linkin Park, some Britney. No jokes, you guys. Jake and Andy and I were probably the best 10th graders of all time. At least, I think we were. [Jill, please remind Jake of this incredible project, if you get a chance.]

Because I got so much joy out of these listening experiences, I'd like to walk you through some of the best discoveries. Some of them are silly, some of them are heartfelt. As usual, I suppose.

Classic. Fletcher, you'd better be doing hand motions right now.


Maybe I shouldn't have called. Was it too soon to tell? What the hell, it doesn't really matter. How do you redefine something that never really had a name? Has your opinion changed?


One of the CDs is like half of Jay-Z's Black Album with some other songs Jonathan and I loved thrown in. It is clearly a mix from when he and I went to Lou's on Saturday afternoons and picked out a CD we thought each other would like. [The first one he chose for me was Justin Timberlake's Justified. Genius.] What a weird tradition that was, but also totally rad.


I try to jump away from rot that keeps on spreading, for solace in the shift of the sinking sand. I'd rather feel the pain all too familiar than be broken by a lover I don't understand.


This was on our Metamorphosis project. Brilliant.

It's okay if you had to go away. Just remember that telephones, well, they work in both ways. But if I never, ever hear them ring, if nothing else, I'll think the bells inside it finally found your "someone else." And that's okay. 'Cause I'll remember everything you sang.

This might be Britney's worst song. Let me know if you think there's a worse one.


I was reading a book, or maybe it was a magazine. Suggestions on where to place faith; suggestions on what to believe. But I read somewhere that you've got to beware -- you can't believe everything you read. But the Good Book is good, and that's well understood, so don't even question, if you know what I mean.

Beneath the Moon

Bobby + Matt