Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
It's so easy to laugh, it's so easy to hate, it takes strength to be gentle and kind
Conviction is such a blessing. I'm grateful, without it I would just keep being evil. Every good thing in me is there because Jesus put it there.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Sing Your Life
Ah, that itch to write. Bring my blog, I feel to scratch it.
Now I've started, but now what? Its been so long. A lifetime of experiences have come and gone in the time between blogging. I'm still not used to that word, and I hope that I never am. "Blog". Nope, I still hate it.
I guess a brief chronicle of my summer so far might be useful to my future self. Turns out my memory is horrible so these things are really nice
First: I quit my job sometime in the middle of June. I gave my two week notice and everything. I could go deeper but that job is one thing I wouldn't mind forgetting.
3 or 4 days after I was done there, I flew to Chicago (Geneva/St. Charles to be precise) for my Cousin Lila's wedding. *This is painful to write, it feels like a school project. I will persevere.* My uncle Morley was really lit up (he's bipolar you see). He believed he had been struck by lightning and that it had activated his entire consciousness. Really its just that his oldest daughter was getting married and it triggered a serious manic episode. It was really fun and funny at first as it always is. Luckily I stayed away for much of the fallout afterward. He ended up being arrested and hospitalized. He was fine after 3 weeks, which is great for him. The last time he was this high he lived in a wigwam for 6 months (no, really). Well I stayed there for about a week because I missed my flight back to Little Rock. I drove back down with my alcoholic aunt and my brother, who was feverish at the time. I drove straight there in something like 12 hours.
I stayed in Arkansas for about a month. Not much to tell, I watched a lot of TV and ate like a king. My grandpa bought me this old 1990 Dodge ram 15 passenger van for $800. I love it. On my last night in Little Rock I had the Honeycutters play at my house, it was a smashing success. I drove all the way from Little Rock to Seattle by myself. Along the way I broke down in Twin Falls and stayed with the Thompsons in Boise for two days.
Now I'm back in Seattle. Its so mild here, I really like it. Today its raining. I'm feeling a little blue. Not much to look forward to. Disconnected from some of the people I care about. Disappointed in some others. Angry at my lazy self. Pretty normal stuff.
Oh yeah, day before yesterday I went to the Seattle Art Museum and saw their Andy Warhol exhibit. It inspired me. Especially the 16mm screen tests they were showing. There was one especially, this girl Anne Buchanon. Over the course of 2-3 minutes her eyes welled up and big tears rolled down her face. She was very pretty, her hair was the best part. She kept the same impassive expression throughout though, thats the remarkable thing. I keep wondering what it was that made her cry. Or maybe she was just showcasing her ability to cry on command? I'll probably never know, but I hope I can remember her face.
I have to go
Now I've started, but now what? Its been so long. A lifetime of experiences have come and gone in the time between blogging. I'm still not used to that word, and I hope that I never am. "Blog". Nope, I still hate it.
I guess a brief chronicle of my summer so far might be useful to my future self. Turns out my memory is horrible so these things are really nice
First: I quit my job sometime in the middle of June. I gave my two week notice and everything. I could go deeper but that job is one thing I wouldn't mind forgetting.
3 or 4 days after I was done there, I flew to Chicago (Geneva/St. Charles to be precise) for my Cousin Lila's wedding. *This is painful to write, it feels like a school project. I will persevere.* My uncle Morley was really lit up (he's bipolar you see). He believed he had been struck by lightning and that it had activated his entire consciousness. Really its just that his oldest daughter was getting married and it triggered a serious manic episode. It was really fun and funny at first as it always is. Luckily I stayed away for much of the fallout afterward. He ended up being arrested and hospitalized. He was fine after 3 weeks, which is great for him. The last time he was this high he lived in a wigwam for 6 months (no, really). Well I stayed there for about a week because I missed my flight back to Little Rock. I drove back down with my alcoholic aunt and my brother, who was feverish at the time. I drove straight there in something like 12 hours.
I stayed in Arkansas for about a month. Not much to tell, I watched a lot of TV and ate like a king. My grandpa bought me this old 1990 Dodge ram 15 passenger van for $800. I love it. On my last night in Little Rock I had the Honeycutters play at my house, it was a smashing success. I drove all the way from Little Rock to Seattle by myself. Along the way I broke down in Twin Falls and stayed with the Thompsons in Boise for two days.
Now I'm back in Seattle. Its so mild here, I really like it. Today its raining. I'm feeling a little blue. Not much to look forward to. Disconnected from some of the people I care about. Disappointed in some others. Angry at my lazy self. Pretty normal stuff.
Oh yeah, day before yesterday I went to the Seattle Art Museum and saw their Andy Warhol exhibit. It inspired me. Especially the 16mm screen tests they were showing. There was one especially, this girl Anne Buchanon. Over the course of 2-3 minutes her eyes welled up and big tears rolled down her face. She was very pretty, her hair was the best part. She kept the same impassive expression throughout though, thats the remarkable thing. I keep wondering what it was that made her cry. Or maybe she was just showcasing her ability to cry on command? I'll probably never know, but I hope I can remember her face.
I have to go
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