Saturday, July 30, 2011


 Guys.  I just got back from seeing Captain America: The First Avenger last night. It was great—fabulous.  Go see it, and go see it now.  I know you’ll enjoy it. (You should, anyway.  It’s like my favorite movie in the world.)

Because—well, we might as well get straight to the point here.  I am hopelessly, piteously, rapturously and pathetically in love with Captain America.

Those of you who might not know me as well as others are saying, “What?  But he’s fake.”

Those of you who do know me well are saying, “What? Again?”  (Perhaps you know me a little too well, eh?)

Friday, July 22, 2011

I Love... The Summit

Once upon a time, Amazing Grace was my favorite song.  I remember skipping through my grandmother’s house, proudly ariating every word with a four-year-old assurance that no one could render the song better than I.
It’s a favorite of mine once again, but for vastly different reasons.
I mean—just think about it for a second, you guys.  To be blind—a complete and total lack of sight.  No concept of light, of color, of what people look like.  Lost in a myriad of confusing sounds, smells, sensations.  Deprived of the vision you know others have. With unknown misconceptions of the world around you, brought about by a simple lack of understanding. Confused. For all you know, alone. Craving the light you’ve never known.
And then, suddenly, you can see.
That kind of transformation leaves me speechless.  Just think about it—how glorious would that be?  I can hardly imagine.  It doesn’t even matter to me what you see… just the marvelous, startling, spectacular realization of what light really is, that what you’ve thought was reality this whole time was just a spectre and imprint of what really exists.
And yet, that’s kind of how I feel about Summit.  I had all these ideas and images and things I knew to be true, but Summit pulled them together and gave me a sort of sight I didn’t know was possible.
For that, I am eternally grateful.

Sunday, July 17, 2011


I have no clue where to begin.
I suppose the first thing I could tell you is that Colorado is as close to Eden as you’re allowed to get here on this earth.  It’s beautiful, enchanting, inspiring, and all of the people we met there were incredibly sweet and marvelous.
Although it’s a LOT higher in altitude than my home state of Indiana.  We walked off of the plane into the dry heat and my hands flew to my throat.  “I can’t breathe!” I eeped, looking to my brother wildly.  “What is wrong with this air? I can’t breathe! Oh my gosh, I’m going to die!  Why is there no air?!”
He sighed deeply.  “I love it here.” His voice was cool and he smiled. “I would move here just to breathe.”
I responded with something completely articulate and controlled, like “YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND I AM DYING HERE WHAT IS GOING ON”.  He kindly told me to shut up, as I was shouting at him in the middle of the airport.  After a few minutes, though, I was starting to accept the fact I was slowly being asphyxiated and I stopped complaining.  As much.