Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Sorry, this got kind of morbid. The point is: it sucks when a character that you love dies, but you can always go back and relive moments with them over and over again.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
History allows us to become wise beyond our years
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
is a virtue. Lacked by many
who know little of
life. Wasted and swept away
by the tide. Of progress pushing
the world forward.
What are we to do if all we can do is look forward?
What are we to do if all we can do is fall behind?
What are we to do?
Sorry for trying to get deep. I'm sitting around my computer waiting for a DVD to finish burning and felt the need to spew something down. But now it just looks a bit preachy. Eh, it can stand. But junior year continues its inexorable grind onward, and we run or are swept underneath. Highlights: I got a new phone that doesn't turn itself off every two minutes. Christmas coming. SAT scores on Tuesday. A fun week ahead. Not looking forward to American Studies presentation or Calc test, but what are you gonna do? Well, sorry if this has been a complete waste of your time.
I'd rather read, come back later.
Her smile gave his life meaning.
If it's love, it is really?
It's been one of those days…
Sunday, December 12, 2010
they thought he was happy
he thought he knew joy
It started small
but oh did It grow
before his eyes, even, did It grow
soon he didn't know what to do with It
he thought he could ride along
not worrying about It
It would all work out
now he's not sure
what It's going to do to him
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
She lays down on the couch, head resting near the empty bottles.
They huddle close together, as the wind blows against the thin walls.
He flips off the lights and dives deep into his mass of covers.
She puts down her book and rolls over into sleep.
They fall close, and speak softly of their day.
He walks the streets, looking for a place to rest his head.
She stares at the screens, with six hours to go.
They drive on, blinded by approaching headlights.
And he rose, sunlight creeping through the windows.
And she rose, her head hammering.
And they rose , heading out for another day.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
1. I don't like to write Notes
2. I love the way coffee smells, but cant stand the taste
3. The last dream I remember happened 5 years ago
4. History is my favorite subject.
5. I blog. Don't judge
6. I'm Catholic
7. My middle name in Joseph
8. I have an Israeli flag on my desk
9. I love to make videos
10. I'm taking AP Calc
11. I can write you a poem in Latin. Just give me a few minutes
12. There are always at least 3 books in my backpack
13. I'm dating Kaitlin
14. I'm a nerd. And damn proud of it.
15. I can drive stick
16. I wear black everyday
17. I'm not emo
18. I'm just a techie
19. I bet you've stopped reading at this point
20. I <3>
21. Enjoy challenges? I do
22. One of these facts isn't true
23. I won't say which though
24. But I think you can figure it out
25. I want to live on a mountain
26. I want to teach history or be stage manager. Not sure yet.
27. I have a hackintosh. Coolest thing ever.
28. I'm listening to Into the Woods right now
29. I love photography.
30. This message will self-destruct in 5....4...3...2...1...
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
I am what you will be.
Life is full of cycles. Today, I visited a Latin II class. It brought memories flooding back. Those kids were learning the same things I had learned, almost three years ago. Later, I listened to people discuss casting decisions. This is something universal. No one is ever happy with everyone who gets a role. In a deeper sense, there are patterns of interaction that characterize relationships, interactions, and lives across the world. The one pattern that trumps all is best summed up in that Roman grave inscription, Sum Quod Eris. It says, everyone dies.
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
Friday, November 12, 2010
The best part of show weekend is getting to see everything come together. There is definitely a sense of magic with live theater. The idea is to give the audience an experience of something beyond the stage. Being behind the scenes, however, can ruin that magic for you. Well...not ruin, but it destroys your "theatrical innocence." It's almost funny to see the reaction people have when they find out how something happens back-stage. "Wow, a shoe falls from the sky! That's awesome!" "Yeah, we used some high-tension twine and part of a door hinge to get that to fall." "Oh...thats cool, I guess."
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
There is this exceptionally beneficial and fruitful advantages to be derived from the study of the past, that you see, set in the clear light of historical truth, examples of every possible type.
You may hit every other thing Phoebus, but my bow will strike you: to the degree that all living creatures are less than gods, by that degree is your glory less than mine.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
ex toto corde paenitet me
omnium meorum peccatorum,
eaque detestor, quia peccando,
non solum poenas a Te iuste
statutas promeritus sum,
sed praesertim quia offendi Te,
ac dignum qui super omnia diligaris.
Ideo firmiter propono,
adiuvante gratia Tua,
de cetero me non peccaturum peccandique
occasiones proximas fugiturum. Amen.
O, my God,
I am heartily sorry
for having offended you.
I detest all my sins
because of your just punishment,
but most of all
because they offend you,
my God, who are all-good
and deserving of all my love.
I firmly resolve,
with the help of Your grace,
to sin no more
and to avoid the near occasions of sin.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
I haven't really looked at a quote in a while, but this one caught me attention recently. (Long live Facebook statuses.) I think this one is pretty self-explanatory. People have faults. If you can't handle them when they're at their worst, you don't deserve them at their best.
One thing Junior year has really helped me with so far is self-reflection. There is an art to talking about yourself without sounding narcissistic. I'm going to work on it a bit. Something I've noticed this past year is that I can be a very empathetic, understanding, young man. I am able to listen well to people's issues and to be supportive when people need support. This has been really nice, because it seems to lead to very good relationships with people. I like to think that this ability to handle people when they aren't at their best is one of my better skills. It's been useful so far. It's also important to realize that I rely on other people treating me the same way.
So, to all those who handle me at my worst, Thank You. Who knows, maybe this trait will be useful again.
Monday, September 20, 2010
A lonely man sits in an airport terminal, slaving over his laptop. Surrounded by other strangers. Everyone has someplace to go, someplace to be. No one living in the now. Planes come and go. The man remains, lost in time.
A lonely man lays down for another night's sleep. T.V.s blare from the apartment upstairs. Radios crackle next door. He stares up at his ceiling, thinking about all the paths not taken. The sun comes up, the man stays in bed.
A man sleeps out under the stars. Surrounded by the sounds of nature, away from all things man. He is at peace with all the world.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
You are my sweetest downfall,
I just wanted to hold you in my arms.
The stars lean down to kiss you,
I loved you first, I loved you first,
It’s been a long time, but my time is finally near.
And I will see my dream come alive at last.
Hold you in my arms,
And the battle's just begun,
Counting the ways to where you are,
I'm just dreaming.
And I lie awake and miss you.
Note: This poem is a collection lyrics, not my own work. I simply arranged them.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Canis meus id comedit - My dog ate it
Mea maxima culpa - Through my very great fault
Ad maiorem dei gloriam (AMDG) - For the greater glory of God
Illiud latine dici non potest - You can't say that in Latin
Ave atque vale - Hail and farewell.
Nill illigitimi carborundum - Do not let the bastards get you down
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
When I wake up in the morning, I do three things. Shower, get dressed, and check my email and Facebook. Okay, so four things. By far the biggest challenge of my morning isn't getting out of bed, it's choosing the appropriate Facebook status. Some people put up a little tidbit about their day, others post song lyrics or quotes from movies. Still others put up an inside joke. It's always fun to see what people comment on those posts. But me, I tend to put up funny or thought -provoking quotes. I like to see what people have to say about them. It can be incredibly interesting to hear the opinions of some people who I don't get to see everyday. (Like my Aunt who lives 3,000 miles away in California.)
I think you can tell a lot about a person by what they post on their social networking sites. Aside from just learning what type of music they like or what they're doing that day, you can get an inside look at what the think is important. Why does one person constantly post lyrics from the Rolling Stones? Or why does your best friend constantly quote from Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog?
What do you think your status says about you?
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
I'd rather read, come back later.
He called you, never called back.
Her smile gave his life meaning.
Give it a try.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
What a day we've been having.
A hike and meal
There is but a chance
We hurry on
What a day we've been having
We lost them 'round noon
Gone far ahead
Swallowed by the woods
What a day we've been having
A broken mountain path
Blown about by the wind
What a day we've been having
Night closing in
Still no sign
Two more lost boys
What a day we've been having
The storm blows in
Wipes away all traces
Monday, August 9, 2010
“You can shed tears that she is gone,-David Harkins
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.”
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Also, Kaitlin will be leaving us. She now writes more than enough to have her own blog, Wish You Were Here. She will be much missed.
Saying what we think gives us a wider conversational range than saying what we know.
- Cullen Hightower
Friday, August 6, 2010
Summer Reading List
The Devil in the White City - Erik Larson
Agincourt - Bernard Cornwell
The Floating Islands - Rachel Neumeier
The Crucible - Arthur Miller
The Color Purple - Alice Walker
Rot and Ruin - Jonathan Maberry
The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglas - Frederick Douglass
City of Bones - Cassandra Clare
Knight - Michael Prestwich
City of Ashes - Cassandra Clare
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Well, what do you think?
What is similar about the Jesuit and Dominican Orders?
Well, they were both founded by Spaniards, St. Dominic for the Dominicans, and St. Ignatius of Loyola for the Jesuits.
They were also both founded to combat heresy: the Dominicans to fight the Albigensians, and the Jesuits to fight the Protestants.
What is different about the Jesuit and Dominican Orders?
Well, have you met any Albigensians lately?
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Man can live about forty days without food,
about three days without water,
about eight minutes without air,
but only for one second without hope.
Having spent a week in the middle of a forest, surrounded by towering redwood trees, I have a new found respect for packing enough books. I read four books, one of them twice. Most people say its hard to completely withdraw from the world, with all of its convenient technology. But I find it hard to partially withdraw. Over this last week I've had no Internet, no cable, no air conditioning. But I have had cell phone reception. So while most of the world's technology was still unavailable to me, I still had a taste, a taste that made me painfully aware of what I was missing out on back home. It seemed, for the first few days at least, that I couldn't quite escape my life. I'd turn on my phone to call my mom, and find four or five text messages waiting for me. Events missed. As with all things, it took me a while to find a good balance. I spent most of my day playing with my little cousins, reading, hiking (Always look at trail signs, otherwise one ends up hiking 8 miles instead of the planned 4.), swimming in the river, climbing inside trees, reading some more. Then in the evenings, sitting round the campfire after dinner, the phone would come out and I would check to see what I had missed in the past day. Then my brother and I would call my mom and regale her with tales of our day. This last week has helped me see many things, among them the need for balance and quiet.
I can live about eight days without Internet,
about three days without texting,
about four hours without bug spray,
but only for one second without books.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
So, I was just speaking to Mike, and watching "Improv Everywhere" on YouTube. It's fantastic! They organize these crazy hilarious scenes in public, like organized musical numbers and turning subway cars into haunted houses. So, we were thinking, in the tradition of those in Improv Everywhere, we would stage our own joyous reunion and or break up that turns into a musical number, somewhere public like Rittenhouse Square. I'm in. Mwahahaha. Philly will not know what hit it.
Friday, July 16, 2010
So tomorrow, at 4:30 in the morning, I depart for two weeks in California with my cousins. It promises to be quite a journey, only me and my brother shall be traveling together. If only I can wake up in time for my flight.
On another note, I finally got my permit yesterday! After three attempts, I am at last allowed to drive! So far, I've been out in a few times and have yet to crash the car. So that's good. My mom has a manual transmission. After only a few stalls, I had the hang of it. Kind of. But I took my dad's car out this evening, my first time in traffic. Also a success! So far, so good! On yet another note, while on the ride to the DMV with my mom, we had a talk about liberation theology. Yeah, on the ride to get my permit, we talked about theology. That totally happens. But it was an interesting discussion. Basically, liberation theology is the idea that when ever you make a decision, you should always make the choice that will do the most for the poor. Well, I have to finish packing for the trip! I might be able to write in California. If not, I'll be back in a few weeks.
I broke up with "Trub" yesterday after about 2 dates and a week or two of being his "girlfriend." I've had worse breakups, and being the dumper sucks almost as much as being the dumpee. I just hate hurting people. Especially people I care about, like Trub.
My question is, why couldn't I let myself fall for him like he did me? Did I quit because I'm scared of getting hurt? I like to think that wasn't the case, because I've definitely had intense infatuation since last summer.
Trub said he was "disappointed." Which is worse than mad, in my mind... I can't stand seeing sadness in somebody's features and knowing I'm the cause. I'd rather punch myself in the eyes repeatedly.
I had a really hard time explaining myself to him. I had it all planned out, too. I knew what I wanted to say. But when the time finally came, I stuttered and second guessed and tripped over my words like mad. I may have the gift of eloquence in everyday life, but when it really counts, I sound like an illiterate moron.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Home at last! I have returned from a weekend camping adventure with two of my friends a few other people. It was very intense. We had a five hour rafting trip that left me soaking wet and blistered. But it was worth it. Later, as I was laying in the hammock, relaxing, I got beaned in the head by a rock. I have a very nice cut on my forehead now to prove it!
On an other note, my messed up teenage life. I've been talking with my ex-girlfriend and we got talking about these guys she's into. Was it weird? You bet! But that's life. And it's not as awkward as it should be. But it's pretty odd. Just overall having an interesting time. Well, back to watching senseless TV on the Internet.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
The hardest work is to go idle. ~Yiddish Proverb
Friday, July 2, 2010
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Who is like God? I like to think of this as my challenge to be more holy and live a better life. It sometimes works.
He will add. This describes how people, and me especially, are always changing.
Ruler of the Army. I love this name. I picked it for my confirmation name and I find it very fitting. First, it shows my love for the military and leadership. Walter is also the patron saint of prisoners. He remanded, even when he didn't want to. And so I do things to help other, even when I don't want to.
Gift. This one is just so interesting. I don't like to think of myself as a gift, but no joke, people describe me as one. So it fits.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Aequam memento rebus in arduis servare mentem. Remember to maintain a calm mind while doing difficult tasks - Virgil
Well I've had an....interesting....week. School ended on Tuesday. I aced my finals! Woot! I also broke up with my girlfriend. That is the "interesting" part. We decided it would be for the best to give it a try. I like to think I've done rather well with the whole thing. This has been my first major emotional issue since I've discovered Ignatian detachment, and I find its been very useful in all this. I approached the problem with detachment and tried to make a decision based on what would be best, if not what would make me the most happy. But in the end, the best decision has made me happy. Also, I like to think I'm practicing for my sainthood. ☺
Friday, June 25, 2010
"Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart." Marcus Aelius Aurelius
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Creator of all things,
true source of light and wisdom,
origin of all being,
graciously let a ray of your light penetrate
the darkness of my understanding.
Take from me the double darkness
in which I have been born,
an obscurity of sin and ignorance.
Give me a keen understanding,
a retentive memory, and
the ability to grasp things
correctly and fundamentally.
Grant me the talent
of being exact in my explanations
and the ability to express myself
with thoroughness and charm.
Point out the beginning,
direct the progress,
and help in the completion.
I ask this through Christ our Lord.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
I find this quote a particularly relevant one this time of year. For some unknown reason, my school doesn't let out until June 22. So we have two more weeks of school left. Fun, right? In this type of atmosphere, smiling is more important then ever. People need a daily encouragement and a simple smile can be that encouragement. Another reason I find this quote so important now is because my girlfriend is having some doubts about our relationship right now. She's not sure whether she still wants to date me. Every day, when I see her in the hallway after first period, she makes me smile. Like clockwork. It's pretty wonderful. So, with this issue, I might lose that. So I guess the point is, remember to smile. You might make someone's day.
1) a thing given willingly to someone without payment
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
"And on the first day the lord said. . . . . .LX1, GO! and there was light."
Today I spent 12 hours at school. Now this would sound kinda crazy to most kids, but yeah, I got to school at 6:50 this morning and left at 7:30. Long day. The funny thing is, we, the tech crew, give up so much of our time for the school. We spend hours after school building and setting up lights, we have to make up work from classes we miss doing unpaid assemblies for school, and very often during show season spend over 15 hours at school. Yet there is very little reward involved. Occasionally some group will pay, but most school activities are done "free of charge." It can be annoying. But it is also a very rewarding experience. We enjoy what we do, and have some of the best conversations ever. Don't ask how, but somehow, in between securing a wall and cleaning up, we talked about personal conscience verses religious doctrine and how that effect our lives. Yeah… So in homage to all those under appreciated techies out there, here are a few quotes and a poem for you. Keep up the good work!
"Actors are props with dialogue"
"An actor without techies is a naked person standing in the dark trying to emote. A techie without actors is a person with marketable skills."
"Our techies practice safe sets and Techies do it on cue."
We, the unwilling,
led by the unknowing,
have been doing the impossible
for the ungrateful.
We've done so much for so long,
we are now qualified to everything
Monday, May 17, 2010
The Frankish kingdom came into being after the Battle of Soissons in 486 A.D.. The Frankish king, Clovis, effectively took control of the Roman province of Gaul, established the Merovigian dynasty, and began to incorporate the remnants of Roman traditional government (Dictionary of the Middle Ages 8:277). These traditions included Roman taxation and administration. Clovis also cultivated the image of himself as a defender of Roman traditions and culture (Dictionary of the Middle Ages 8:277) In 498 A.D. Clovis was baptised into orthodox Christianity and received imperial recognition in 507 A.D. This event was one of the defining moments in the relation between Church and state in Europe because for the first time, a secular leader used the Christan faith as a means to enhance his image and solidify his control. This control didn't last long, however.
She sat alone in her library, curled up on the black leather couch, reading her book. Outside the long, glass window that covered one wall, the storm raged. Rain beat against the panes and lightning bolts flashed above the far-off hills. Thunder crashed, and she huddled closer into the couch's welcoming arms. Here, surrounded by walls of books, she knew she was safe. Behind her, a huge fire roared, providing that bit of comfort she desperately needed. After the storm had continued for a while, the door swung wide and a man entered. He walked to her and placed a mug of hot chocolate on the table next to her. She smiled up at him. He went over to one of the shelves, pulled down a beautiful hardcover and sat down next to her. They read together for a long while.
Oh gravity thou art a heartless bitch
Always pulling down those who wish to soar
We ask and pray that we may have strength
But for what
You are the law and there is no way
To best you
We must learn to live with you
Or we may perish
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Silence filled the shabby football arena.
The wind had picked up by now, and more then a few hats were being blown about. The monstrous alloy poles that held the blinding area lights swayed precariously. No one noticed. They sat silent. Then the teachers began to collect their classes. Students and teachers filed out of the stadium, every person passing by Michael's cell. Some looked in on him, most walked by without stopping. A small group gathered around the cell. The students stood there silently, judging him. Clouds had rolled in, and a few drops of rain had started to fall.One by one the students made eye contact with their fallen comrade. Looks of nearly every emotion danced in their eyes. Some felt anger and resentment, some had looks of pity and remorse. But the look in everyone's eyes was confusion. A cloud of pure conclusion swirled eerily above the select members of the student body.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
One day, long after that first rainy night, she came again to visit Him. She stood on the edge of the field for a long time. Finally she summed up the courage and walked slowly over to his cell. She stood in the doorway, gazing in on Him. Their eyes meet and she whispered, "We turned our backs on you...we walked away." Then she walked away from him. The wind blew harder. The next morning came, and the wind still blew. All his peers went about their lives, barely noticing the wind anymore. Around midday, the wind stopped. And she alone knew what had happened...
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Personally, I can't explain God's relation to suffering. But something I have noticed, at least with high school students, is that suffering is often a contest. When one person talks about all the homework they have, another person will chime in with "Well I had that much homework AND a sport." Instead of trying to talk about what is going on in their lives, people will try to downplay what is going on in other people's lives when comparing it to their own. They want to be the best, even when that means suffering more.
Everyone suffers. Some people suffer more than others, but that does devalue your own suffering. When we get into a pissing contest over who has more problems in their life, we often ignore the fact that every one's problems are still problems. So when you listen to someone elses' problems, try to remember that, even if what they are going through isn't as bad as what you're experiencing, it is still an issue in their life. So instead of pointing out how your life is worse, just shut up and listen. You might learn something. And at the least, you'll make them better.
For a good look at suffering, the Jesuit Guide to Almost Everything.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Sitting in my kitchen with my mom and my girlfriend, talking about, what else?: radiation. You laugh? Well it's true. My mom is lecturing next week about nuclear chemistry, so when she sees us eating chocolate, she instantly jumps to, what else?: radiation. Chocolate is a good source of potassium, and a significant percentage of potassium is radioactive. So in short, you're radioactive. And so is the person next to you! You're yearly exposure to radiation from sharing a bed with someone is 40 times more then you're exposure from living near a nuclear power plant. So one good way to cut down on your exposure is to not sleep with anyone! And as celibate men and women don't share beds, they are exposed to significantly less radiation over time. The best thing actually is to become a hermit...as long as you don't live in a cave. So if you don't want cancer, join the Jesuits!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Mark Thibodeaux writes, "Good Christians often worry about their sexual feelings. They are embarrassed and ashamed of them." Fr. Martin reminds us that sexuality is a great gift from God, and we should remember that these things are meant to be celebrated. God, being all powerful, all loving and whatnot, want us to be happy. And Martin looks at loving chastely as the best way to be happy. But "How can I love chastely?" St. Ignatius says that love shows itself more in deeds, so Fr. Martin gives five ways for us to love chastely: listen compassionately, be present, do something practical, love freely, and forgive. By doing these things, Martin believes that all people, not just celibate ones, can love more freely and better.
While reading this book, a profound experience in itself, I realized that some people around me love more freely then others. One of my friends (whose name is withheld for my safety) has some trouble "sharing" her boyfriend. She gets pretty possessive around him when it comes to other girls, and boys sometimes. When I talked to her about the Ignatian way of loving freely, she gave me this weird look, smiled, and kept talking. But a few days ago, when I asked her a question about her boyfriend, she said she was trying to "share him better" because of what I said. Contemplation in action. I think so...
The photo is from America Magazine.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est. Holy Thursday. The celebration of the Last Supper. This year I sang at the 7:30 mass. It was probably one of the most powerful moments of my life. Precessing into the church, all singing, I was overpowered by the sense of God in my life. Ubi caritas etamor, Deus ibi est. Where charity and love are, God is there. Tonight is a reminder of our calling as humans, “Mandatum novum do vobis…a new commandment I give you, love one another as I have loved you.” Sitting in the darkened church, surrounded by the silence, I contemplated what I am called to in life. (I still have no idea, in case you care.) And how we are called to love each other. I found it really interesting how the age old message of love and charity continues to this day, how through the ages people still preach the same thing. All our technology and 'advancement' has not changed our essential humanity. We are still the same people who, many years ago, gathered around that table, broke bread and shared wine, and celebrated that paschal feast. We are called to spread love throughout the world today. And so I challenge you today to love more deeply.
The image is of Jesus washing his disciple's feet after the Last Supper.
Picture is from Jim McDermott, SJ
Monday, March 29, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
So here's the story: We had a tech director (hired 2 months late) who resigned. So we hired a new one (who should have been hired in the first place) and now have less than 6 days before our first show. So I hope you will all be understanding with me when I say; I won't be able to write much of anything for the next week. So here's another picture, try to figure out what it is!
Thursday, March 11, 2010
So anyway...I have been doing a lot for school recently, and haven't had time to do much writing. So I'm just going to throw out a few snippets:
She was once beautiful, she was once wonderful. She did not know how. She did not know why. But she was. And she used this. She was able to be who she aspired to be: she became herself. She became free.
The levels of hierarchy were very strict within the ecclesiastical system, with no person ever being in doubt about their relationship to everyone else within the system. This was a very effective means of maintaining control within a structure. In the power vacuum after the fall of the Roman Empire, the Church was the only centralized form of government left in Europe. In many areas the local bishop was the final word when it came to all issues, spiritual and temporal.
I knelt before the altar, head bowed, mind closed to the world. I waited all night, preparing myself for the final trial, the moment. As the sun began to spill through the stained glass, I rose and took my place beside the altar. There I sat until he came in. He too knelt before the Lord, He too bowed His head, and he too closed His mind to the world. He then rose, His robes billowing around his boots. He strides towards me, eyes blazing fire, and places His sword in His attendants outstretched hands. He looks down upon me, towering above me. He knows...
The picture is one of mine, of the coast of Greece.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say "To-morrow is Saint Crispian":
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say "These wounds I had on Crispin's day."
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
The bus ride into the city is spectacular. Athens built a new airport when they hosted the 2004 Olympics, Kate explains to us. We listen intently, soaking in her words as we watch the sprawling suburbs flash by. The tightly packed houses go on for miles, seemingly thousands of buildings squeezed between the high mountains on our left and the sea on our right. As we drive downtown, all around I see ancient ruins and modern buildings. It is truly awe-inspiring the way the Greeks live around these ruins, Kate is saying. They just build up the new and live among them.
The bus is too big to pull up to the hotel. Our driver pulls up to the curb, about a block away. We hop out, and start piling up our bags along the side of the road. When everyone has their luggage, we trudge to the hotel. It is a wilting day and we are exhausted, so when our chaperones instruct us that we have only thirty minutes to put our things away, we are aghast, yet we mount the stairs with grim determination. A few brave souls wait for the elevator, but when it finally descends down they find it will only fit two people. As I reach my floor, six laughing faces tumble out to greet me. I can’t help wondering how they all fit, but I am too anxious to see my room to truly care. As Nick, Eli, and myself pull up in front of our door, we put down our heavy bags and turn the knob. As the door swings wide, we can’t help notice how small the room is. There are two beds, and one cot, and about three feet of walking space. While we quickly unpack, we mutually decide to spend as little time in the room as possible.
The walk up to the Acropolis is very short. We are staying at the bottom of the hill and Kate assembles us right at the base of a cobbled path leading up to the Pantheon. We all gather close together. I take the chance to look around the group, and what a diverse group we are. People of all ages, high school freshmen to thirty-somethings. Together we walk up to the highest point in Athens: It is the place where democracy was born, where Athenians time after time held their last stands. As we crest the hill, there are actually two Acropoli, one smaller and the true Acropolis. Lucky for us, we only climbed to the smaller one. Even with that, some people are sweating. There is a large outcropping of rock on that hill and we all scramble up it to get a view of this city that we have heard so much about. For me the view was of more than just a city.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
So today is the First Sunday of Lent. That means its once again time to think about about what we are going to give up or what we will take on. This year I am going to try taking on something extra. One more thing in my busy life. Well hopefully the fifteen minutes I'm gonna try to spend meditating will help me deal with it. Most of the time, I find the people around me talking about what they are going to give up. But this year, I wanted to be different. Lent has two slightly different ideas behind it. One of them is the idea that we should try to live more like Christ did by giving things up and living with less. The other idea comes from the Jewish tradition, the idea of a mitzvah: prayer, fasting, and alms giving. So this year I'm trying prayer for just fifteen minutes a day. I hope it goes well.