Christmas

A year ago I said,

"The incarnation is not something to be "believed" or "thought" or understood. It is not some intellectual proposition to take pride in. That is, it is not something to be held in your cerebral cortex. It is something to feel, hold in your heart, something that brings tears, goosebumbs, cold sweat, weak knees, and penitence."

In the past year my thoughts have changed less than my family's traditions, not at all.

Let us proclaim the mystery of our faith

With the reality of the incarnation floating through my existence double digit temperatures below zero, two feet of snow, a full stomach, and presents under the tree, I cannot help but feel, even if for a moment, that all is right in the world.

Christ has died. Christ is risen. Christ is coming again.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

done

I've officially finished my fifth semester of college...yep.

My plans for the next month:
1) go home tomorrow
2) go to philly saturday
3) see silliman there
4) work on the farm (scroll down to area 2)
5) celebrate Christmas etc.
6) celebrate the new year etc.
7) go to texas for a week in January etc.
8) fly back to michigan

Realization

"I've learned, purely from observation, of course, that it's really goddamn hard to change the world." --me

sleepin' on a chain gang

for my dad's side of the family's christmas gift exchange i need to buy a ten dollar gift for my mid/late twenty something cousin/wife/mother of two little babies. Any suggestions?

Have you ever had the feeling that life is too easy to be worth it?

I guess that's why we try to make it harder ie. go to more school, get married, backpack europe while broke, find a religion, lose a religion, break off relationships, worry about the future, drink too much, think we're right and they're wrong, etc.

Is anything worthwhile and not hard?

bubbles

floating gently, an iridescent bubble, woke him up as it landed on his nose. It tickled but it didn't pop. He jumped out of bed, stepped over piles of books and clothes, the bubble stayed as if fastened to the tip of his nose bouncing. He looked in his mirror, the iridescent blues, greens, reds, and slivers raced around the perfect sphere attached to his nose. He picked up a pencil on the desk next to the mirror. Slowly he brought the pencil to the bubble as if performing a sobriety test on himself. The pencil glided with the arc of a transatlantic missile. The sharpened point barely entered the soapy surface when the bubble became a drop of soap on his nose. The little blonde girl giggled in the doorway holding a bottle of bubbles and a magic bubble wand.

Just Floatin'

I'm totally floatin'.

After midnight

I turned 21, legally, a minute ago. I am having tons o' fun thanks to Dan, Mary, Dave, Dave, Niki, George, Jon, Alexis, Lee, and Stephen. Thanks guys. This is the most best drunk I've ever had.