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Spanning a Night

Fri, 07 Sep 2007 05:23:14 GMT

A is for apple, B is for blind
I jumped so fast I left the ground behind
You set your sights homeward
And you are more than wise
It's late night heading into morning

You can get used to almost anything
Deep sea eyes, porcelain skin
Love's sweet nests and their boxing rings
It's late night heading into morning

Firecracker, firecracker
Sparkling in the sky
To those of us who saw
Looked like the fire should die
Knowledge pulls the reigns against
The bliss that I once knew
When you set your sights on me
And the firecrackers flew

Ocean of friendship, diamonds far and deep
We still talk of the future
Remembering soft sleep
A is for apple, apple of my eye
It's late night heading into morning

Late night heading into morning...

I began this entry last night. I'm gonna finish it now.
It's completely unimportaint that I write tonight. But for the moment, my coscience is alright with it and that seems somewhat rare. And although I am without firefox, and without automatic spellcheck, these things have nothing to do with real writing, I think. Like many tools and things that make it easy to ramble, the kind of jotting I do not really intend... to jot.

It's a Holiday Express. There's a movie on the screen that is about an asylem and there is a man screeming. Awkward.

Hmm. I'm a few miles outside of Louisiana State Pen. of Angola. Tomorrow I will tour with my Dad the largest prison facility in the country, 18,000 acres. With the tour, we'll be in the orientation for the next day... On Saturday, a certain number of the 5,000+ inmates are going to have their children visit them for one day. My dad and I will probably be asigned to a father and his kid(s) and be there to serve exclusively to their needs as they spend time together. The spirit of the event reminds me of camp paradise, but only the underlining spirit... what this is... is something about reunion and forgiveness.

The long bus ride has given me time to read and a lot to think about.
Truth. I keep finding truth... but then realizing that I am only RETURNING to Truth.
I never found it for the first time. It's always there. Waiting.

I don't expect to walk away from this experience with some grand new perspective... what this is about, for me and my dad, is going to serve, I think. And do to it together. Yeah. I'm sort of in a place... not knowing what to exprect. Sort of how life seems all around. But... vivid, by experiences that are now.

Since I know good friends read, I'll ask that you do pray for the dads that are seeing their kids for the first time in a long time. That God is given joy by broken hearts willing to look to Him.

Watch. Be still.

Talking with mom online over long distance is fun. I need to go find sleep now.

Undone,

-Kevin

(way to go, brother. I believe in you.)

Oh, dash it all

Fri, 17 Aug 2007 05:02:25 GMT

    School starts soon. How about that?

    These are gonna be... a couple of days, as they are. Then change.
Oh how good is God for knowing tomorrow, and knowing us today. How good when we desire Him and love each other as He loves us, when light shines on us both. How good to be on the same page, to understand and have clarity together. What a journey to learn. What a journey to know.

      Not of me.

Looking back, I see the lead of love.

But you know I know better
I'm not gonna worry 'bout nothing
Cause if the birds and the flowers survive
Then I'll make it okay

    Surrender of each day. How I think on it... and am wrestling.

    Many things make me laugh.

Arrrrrrrrr.
(stuvwxyz)

Because of the hour at hand. I suppose.

-Kevin

Welcome Welcome Welcome

Tue, 14 Aug 2007 00:32:59 GMT

Welcome to the world, oh yeah
It's in your face
It's all around you

    The weight of a year.
It strikes me like a well placed punch in the gut. It humbles me in a instant. I wouldn't notice it if it weren't for such vivid landmarks in the year. Some how in particular I have watched life lay it down and eat 'em up over the year, and through the summer... and now I'm tapped on the shoulder by autumn's call, even now distant but steady, the unspoken words of changing, falling, and preparation for winter. One year, and that time ago, I would have never saw us all where we are now. It makes me understand faith in the things I don't understand. It makes me believe in sunrises coming up like surprises.

    Brilliant.

    I have to run, right in the middle of an entry. I don't think I've ever posted half-baked... or at least tried not to. But *I'm gonna let it slide*. Don't peak at the photos I uploaded... just wait for me, to post them all.

Wow.

-Kevin

(new xanga background... this one I did all by myself)

What have I missed?

Mon, 30 Jul 2007 06:53:59 GMT

Mist. A vapor, he said. Like a gunslinger with puns, that one.

Hello, did you notice me?
Can't you see that I'm crumbling down?
Tired of the same old same
I'm coming to
I'm coming back around

There are some in betweens with extremes. Gray to the green and a streak of ribboned yellow.
We want to pick a side from there, sometimes chosen or decided, or as they seemingly fall upon us.
And yes, we think on duality when we see it. Look at how we deal in time, our reason contemplates the past, and our imagination perceives shapes of the future. Ever remaining, ever preluding, concluding, a moment lasts for a moment and this is it. Or as it was and might, and will, be, now, is, are. Yes, we are. Is.

    Breathe.

T.S. Elliot the poet and Samuel Beckett the playwright. Chesterton and Pascal the theologians. They make thoughts of mine turn to great, heavy things. Stagger, if you will, when I explain quite sincerely that the quest of questions will lead (mostly) to nothing but more questions. Indeed, the Answer came first and this gave us the chance to ask the questions. And through all this, I seem to still know how to laugh and watch time go passed past and by. Some times good. Sometimes not. Moments, I call them. And I haven't missed a single one. And still I've missed them all.

I'm getting too much of a kick out of this ramble. Every time, I become aware of this quickly, I leave a remark (like the current one) and use it as a tool to justify my speaks. This is the part where I want to turn back, delete myself (in words) and start with something fresh. But with any luck, I'll move onward and this will be another one for the pile, the mound.

In one tense, I sang a song.

Diggin' in for another day
Carrying on in my own
But you know me
I live and die nearly every day
Insanity, it's havin' its way with me

These days in the gallows
I'm kneeling at the block
With my neck outstretched
And I should've stayed in the shallows
But you know me, I'm in too deep

And I'm waiting for another me
One that can change the pain of yesterday
Carry me through another day
And I'm waiting for another me
One in between the burn
And the lessons learned
'Cause being me ain't no way to be

    I more so quickly than not realized the flaw, or error, or misconception in its relevancy (application). To the reader, this may appear all to obvious... that the one man was indeed waiting, but the other will surely not come. This is what makes a sort of loneliness, and of self-concern we find a selfish theme. But though it strikes towards a truth in a gracious way, it is a misconception still.

-Gracious.
Now theres a word that awakens you, even from the finger tips, even as you type it. I see someone like Marmee, and I learn little slivers about graciousness. Slivers, I mean, and in my fingertips. Off to Massachusetts.

There's an ever better one, I wish that you might know.

The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
I am here still waiting though i still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain is there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you

The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead
I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
with a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain is there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you

I'm hangin' on another day
Just to see what you will throw my way
And I'm hanging on to the words you say
You said that I will be ok

The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone
I may have lost my way now, haven't forgotten my way home

    Meet this with a Pslam, a prayer, a landscape and an old friend. You have a moment of definition, at least as it was.

    Of course I'm looking forward, why would you ask? Why not? I am! Because time is more valuable than possibilities, and both there is much of. Nostalgia is an enemy of possibility, we become fond of a recording that will never change. This one will buy a goodbye before it will accept one willingly. And then we go on, as the next day will arise, and see that hope is not defined by what will actually come to pass, but by what is even now taking place. Hope lives in the moment. Though it befriended tomorrow, it resides with today.

    So true, says the reader.

    I tell you without metaphor that I was on the waters with the moonlight to one side and the sunset on the other. I'm enough of a moondancer to be a lunatic. I set down often as well, in similarity. And I'm trying to elude to something wonderful in the wind and the water, but all I can get to is how incredible a thing like friendship is. How over the course years it can sit and wait, or walk for miles. And even to the very focus of wind and water, this is all I can brood over.

    I began to think perhaps I should tweak my personality to be more inclined to be concerned with other people (opposed to myself)... but you've already got me there, as I began such a sentence with "I". Such a tweak is a facade of self-love.

    Nay. I know wherefor love has come.

You, reader... might not quite follow this part... but...
At a time, I discovered a hero and a villain alongside one known as manS laughter, and I know good things are in such a friendship. And I believe in him.

Next. Shared before you are two of them sharing something, something right, and good, and blessed, and they are quite something, let me tell you. Such beginnings, growing out of friendship. I believe in them. Next. I sat, at times didn't know what to say. But that moment lasted a few hours, and friendship was of great worth, as worthy of a cause, to be cared for, thoughts to be shared for, it's what I was there for. I am grateful and joyful, I know something now to be sure as time will go on. Next. I still believe in them both, with everything I am. Next. I am tossing a rock and tumbling through grass. I am being seen. And I am finely seeing.

    119 - somewhere he prayed something like... "incline my heart, Lord, to your ways." and I was thinking about the songs I sing, when I came upon something to the effect of "You are the the theme to my song" and I felt like I was in conversation with a good friend. I know what that is like.

    Vivid and verily, I wish somethings I said more, and others I hadn't at all. I'll think to myself later, wondering if this was good. I already know.

    Peace. Yes, I know.

-Kevin

This is the Moment

Sat, 14 Jul 2007 06:46:46 GMT

    I've been inclined to write lately -tried by failed- but momentum hasn't really brought me through. Even now, all I want is sleep, but I feel like disproving abstract ideas that I've given up all updating. No, I haven't. There have just grown wider gaps.

    Shucks.

    I began to type out updates on these last few weeks... but I stopped and backed up when I saw that it was all coming out quite calculated, like a incident report. It's been busy, I admit. Plenty I could talk about. About awesome times at CYT camps, figuring out how to keep up with and work with Privila, starting part-time at the CYT warehouse building sets with a fella named Mark, thinking about some college in the fall. Listing it all off seems to sum it up, but I'm not allowed to divide, and so the bland facts aren't really what I want to write about. They're not everything.

    There are certain people... you just keep coming back to.
I humbled when I am made still. As thrilling as this summer has been, I'm finding a lot can been said for how much I'm learning from others. Little discoveries about people, my close friends, and some older and wise, getting to know ourselves through each others eyes. Simply, mind you, and still, at the end of most days as I think of my interactions... I derive a conclusion of how much I still have to go through. I'm so often being challenged by what is made clear by others, but only reveled by God.

    What do I even have to say then.
    Who am I writing to?
    I have to ask. I don't know. Quite.
    Who are you?

    I have this this all-strings instrumental cover of "Such Great Heights" (by "the section quartet") and I put it on a CD that I play upstairs in my room. Once I was showing it to my mom downstairs... when suddenly and unintentionally the music synced with itself, yet at different points in the song in these two different rooms. So I sat on the steps and listened to music wrap around my whole house, up and down. But even apart from this glorious irony... I enjoy the music that's around me.

    This is the moment.

    There was this small child who smiled at me through the traffic and the car windows. There was a girl who smiled in the coffee shop. There were fireworks. There's a lot to be said and no rights by which to say it. At one time, I laughed so hard that I could have forgotten I was really where I was. There are new scarfs in my closet.

    Maybe I consider that life... is more than who we are.
That people don't stop existing when I don't see them around.
I'm pretty selfish, I've needed to admit that to myself, and it's still taking a humiliating amount of time to let love run free. I consider He's still washing my feet. I consider doing the same. That's what it means.

wrap my arms
around your name
feel your breath
against my pain
as i breathe out the past is gone

empty smile
naked heart
who I was
falls apart
when you're here inside of me

feel till you're numb
depth perception becoming
the new deaf & dumb

I'm losing myself just to find a place
in your mind
in your mind
changing myself just to stand along
in your eyes
in your eyes
pull me in
take me out
make me over

read the wave
ride your fears
in this ocean of years
we've been here, swimming on

take me deep
till I find
every corner of your mind
we've been here, swimming on

touch till you taste
all the time we are wasting
alone, waiting here

I'm losing myself just to find a place
in your mind
in your mind
changing myself just to stand along
in your eyes
in your eyes
pull me in
take me out
make me over and shout me out loud
shout me out loud

I'm losing myself just to find a place
in your mind
in your mind
changing myself just to stand along
in your eyes
in your eyes
pull me in
take me out
make me over

    Looking past the horizon.
Did you know that any shadow can be threatened by even the smallest flicker of light?

    Haha, I'm thinking to myself how crazy I end up sounding when I write like this... how easy it is for me to dish, how tedious it must be for you to dash. And yet a bit of vulnerability must count as some kind of value, but I've probably got layers and layers of facade. The self-conscientiousnesses I bare before you on such nights is to me like a stack of unread books, because I have no idea so no way you could possibly... well, I do wish I had more clarity, but it's just not mine. Not to me, not my sanctity.

   I'm meeting the end of my night. I'll probably sleep in, but I don't want to for too long you know.

Well, cheers to my friends. Believe in great heights.

-Kevin

Elliot Smith sang, you know.

Thu, 05 Jul 2007 05:38:14 GMT

Future butterfly gonna spend the day higher than high
Youll be beautiful confusion
Ooh once I was you
I saw you caught between all the people out making the scene
And a bright ideal tomorrow
Ooh, dont go too far
Stay who you are
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
You only live a day
But its brilliant anyway
I saw you in a perfect place
Its gonna happen soon but not today
So go to sleep and make the change
Ill meet you here tomorrow
Independence day
Independence day
Independence day

Just watch, they say.

Short Story of Deadends

Fri, 15 Jun 2007 05:53:16 GMT

Life is in a full swing of absolute unreasonable...ness.
I cannot reason around it. No metaphor is original, and even the classics don't work right now. This means cognitive narrative won't really be possible, and for me to try and make sense won't be useful to either of us, on either end of this. Boy, haven't I said this before?

Words like surrender and broken, and to the life meant to exhibit them. In ways I don't see with my eyes from here. Here is a night I am up a little too late again and have a lot of work to do ahead of me. I have no idea how I'm gonna get through these days, I don't seem to have it in me. It's really not. It's in Him, that I believe. There's a reason more real that my sights set on these other... false horizons. There's a sunrise I've got to go catch, coming up like it's a big surprise. It's not up to me, but if I'll let my guard down... there's gonna be new days that bring new moments.

(drawing I did on facebook's "graffiti" -- see origanal.)
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Well if you're wondering...
Where I've been all evening
If you think that I've drifted off
Without leavin' here I've finally found the answers
Don't worry, I'm not lost...

I'm in the moment
The one where nothing matters
And everything's alright
I'm seeing things so clearly now
And you're the reason why
I'm in the moment
And I've alive
I'm alive

I've been restless but you have been so patient
Well I carelessly wasted my time
But you left the door open
And you kept the light on
You waited for me to arrive

Well I've finally come around
And now I see
Every road has taken me
Where I wanna be
I wanna be

I'm in the moment
The one where nothing matters
And everything's alright
I'm seeing things so clearly now
And you're the reason why
I'm in the moment
And I've alive
I'm alive

I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
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So long,
-Kevin

Floridian 2: Two works fine with me

Fri, 08 Jun 2007 00:51:09 GMT

    Even though...
I would have liked to be a good traveler, one who documents his goings in exciting detail as he observes a new place and new people around him. Let us say, then, that my attempt of this served as good practice. And albeit I would have liked to have a more linear and widespread account of this short trip, I do still return with some stories. And pictures. Now with pictures, I probably should have opened up my lens WIDER, to the surroundings, because as you will see, I tended to zoom in towards the finer and more intimate details that really lack the "big picture" of a trip. This might be alright though, for if a continued pursuit of landscape would have been my forte, most would have been from the backseat of a car and this limits the eye. Still, the unseen defines us in more ways than we think of. If you're accustom to my expounding, bare with these attempts at a homecoming entry.

    The Northern Atlantic.
For the weekend we drove from the Gulf Coast to West Palm Beach in the east. The hotel was considerably comfortable, as comfort and relaxation goes. Its location was surrounded by (in walking distance) no more than a gas station or two, so while AT the hotel there was not much to do except check in on what always turned out to be an overpopulated pool. Excitement was probably in the sight seeing. That's what it's like in the OC, beach [1] . Expensive houses with extravagant gates and walls with ivy, so large to me that I never even began to ponder the existence of them and their private beaches that are hidden by the hedges. I never could live in a mansion, large estate or in the manner of a manor... but have you ever thought of how it could be to know someone who does? I've digressed though, because that was not the extent of the sights.

    Why the backseat was mine. (skiming readers, pass on if you like)
Modern secret societies are as common as nuns in a fabric store. Although, if you were immune to participating in it, you might even see the internet as a kind of modern secret society. While there are many serious thoughts going along with that idea, I am telling my story through a more flippant kind. Only just that through the networking of communications, a modern travel enthusiast or even scavenging hunter can take things to the next level. If you've never heard of Letterboxing, then it would be exactly as I assume. Although this mysterious and quirky pastime is something that you never really understand until you try it... one thing for certain is that it makes for excellent enjoyment to a senior citizen who is hosting her grandson for a week. My grandmother and her house-mate (in the totally innocent, domestically wholesome and politically correct sense of that phrase) drove to some 8 of these treasure spots to swamp stamps in the books. In some cases the box could be found, others not... in both cases I spent a significant amount of time in the back seat, which earned me the fate of some slightly well-intentioned teasing for my tendency to fall asleep to the gentle rocking of a car.

    Regardless of anything, I enjoy the passengerly way of a good long car ride.

    The waters deep. (alright, here you go, Lazy.)
At any certain point of the weekend, the sight seeing blended with some slight seaing, as we found ourselves on a road along the beach. I could see out my window the waves with white caps and the somewhat more advanced of surfers taking advantage of them. Around the horizon were cloudy skies sending a wind that tossed rain at our windshield. A perkish and spontaneous nature hit me quite suddenly, and I requested a parking maneuver be executed. Then I took a bold move and asked permission to forgo certian facts. Fact like how I only had regular shorts to wear and no dry clothes. Other facts, like danger and risk, I would not excuse for a moment... for I wanted them present and effective in all of their howling, rushing, bone-breaking glory. Somehow I was given allowance, and headed down to the sands and strait into the sea. If it was the first step into the water, the first taste of salt or the first large wave to overtake my whole self - I don't know which moment I liked best. It was a good time, not too far out there into water, but enough to enjoy something not typical to "sunny beach-going" type things. Not too profound, I just enjoyed it. I probably was only in for about 15 minutes, somewhere in there I cherry-picked a surfboard whose rider had lost it when the chord snapped in the waves. Rescued it in time before it hit the shore, where it probably would have gotten torn up a little. The surfer thanked me quite genuinely, and said I was "pretty cool" for grabbing it. Getting to be called "pretty cool" by a surfer is not something every mid-western-grown Finn like me gets to experience, but what made it better was being welcomed back into the car by two old ladies, worried about me getting sick and all, just as the surfer was walking on by. I am pretty cool, guys, I really am.

    The waters I was swimming in off the coast of Jupiter Island later that night became tropical storm Barry. I must be a little bit awesome too. The whole trip-in-a-trip went very well. There was a lot of rain that night, and I sat in the lobby watching it come down on the glass windows like they might on pirate ship deck. We drove back home too, but on the way we had to stop off at...

    Butterfly World.
Alright alright, as dull as it might sound to the unappreciative swine of our time, this place was a very refreshing sort of zooish attraction with it's best feature being the giant garden absolutely full of butterflies. You prbably would have liked it.

and the garden was pretty.

and more birds

and was a good time.
and soon we returned to the home.

Now, I will note a few trivial things, such as how I enjoyed a few many nights of dining which usually incorporated forms of seafood or steaks. I enjoyed music at the house, some yard work in the garden and reading too. I enjoyed conversation, stories and meeting a few people. It was good. It was good. It was good.

[2]

    Waiting for packages in the mail.
A great time was picking out patterns and planning a few things my Grannedore will be sending home to me. A few bandannas of a rustic nature, and a few indie-style scarves are planned out to be made. I am quite excited for them.

Tuesday we had lunch on a dinning cruise, and that was the last evening I really spent there. The last sunset was fantastic.

The following picture has no photoshop to it -- the blur comes from the way I followed the birds in flight.

    I have not even begun.

    Events continued until even as late as yesterday, in which we visited Tarpon Springs, a shrimp-boating and sponge-diving community verily filled with Greek culture to it. I had a fantastic time there. We took another boat tour, which included a few wild sights.

These guys were quite a distance away -- I am glad I got a picture.
The nest is on a set of poles pretty much in the middle of a bayou.

And guess who else showed up (differently photoshoped, BUT STILL!)

Haha, it was awesome. You wouldn't believe how excited a boat full of people get when a dolphin is sighted. About as excited as I get each little bit of news comes out about the Batman Begins sequel [3]. It's pretty serious business.

Capt'n ahoy? Or the weirdest novelty hat ever?

    Grecian roots.
I am a lover of things Greek. It has been in my blood now since almost birth. I was walking the street shops and found a Greek sailor's hat which I just found to be one of the coolest things I ever saw. So now it's mine. Only later did I learn that my dad wore these hats through his earlier years of high school, a sort of trademark of his. Are you serious? You bet I am. And so I persist to insist that my dad is so very cool in mine eyes, wow man.

    Tender goodbye happened. I think the last thing I talked to my adoring Grannedore about was spoken from across the security gate about how I should have known they wouldn't allow Axe Deoderant with my carry-on. I was glad to throw it out anyways, it has only been all too convenient to spray and not spread.

What I learned?

Elders being full of wisdom isn't just a fact or trivia, like how sea turtles lay their eggs. In all reality, there's not much mutual interaction you will have with sea turtles laying their eggs, but a genuine conversation with an elder is certainly one of the most valuable gifts to receive. The benefit falls now alone to you receiving from their more plentiful amount in years, but also in them giving it. An actual connection being made between and elder and a fool is something you only get through grace. I am blessed to have gotten that. Wisdom mustn't stand alone in each generation, for there is nothing new under the sun. Wisdom is made and put to use through relationship, and a good visit was everything good I could have hoped for. I do look forward to next time a lot.

The world is a little different since seeing it from above.

I wanted to get pictures up. The entry is probably long enough. We shall see what next comes in the writings.

Studio 60, tonight @ 9:00 (soon!) on NBC!

Good to be back too,

-Kevin

1. You don't have to get that one. I never even seen the TV of it. SNL makes fun of it good.
2. Fracture was a great great movie.
3. They are back in Chicago. Press conference tomorrow with Nolan, Bale and the like! Whooo hoo!

Floridian 1: Discovery in Sunshine

Wed, 30 May 2007 05:25:11 GMT

    Thanks for waiting.

     This entry begins with last Friday night, in which I very much enjoyed my time in Chicago with good good friends to see The Frogs (musical). It goes on to say how much really love my friends, the city, and Stephen Sondheim. Then the entry says that when they bring you coffee to the room, you should have a dispensable animal test it first for poison, or maybe they give you coffee because they would simply like you to be awake. From there, we read that the author truly wonders if they should have ever invented the flippy-screen for digital cameras... it breeds vanity, but it does seem to produces some very effective captures.

    Alright... bad example.

    I did so arrive.
It's nice here. Breezy, warm and... mostly sunny with scattered showers coming in from the east coast. This area here can expect windy and partially cloudy afternoon with the chance of some rather humid evening... um... let's try that again...

    It's nice here. I am expecting a tan, but not yet have I gotten out much. I am writing a lot from here, my grandma's house in the Gulf coast of Florida. The accommodation is very nice, open window, lofty bed in the den.
I like the trees they have. I enjoy riding the europeanlike moto-scooter around the block. And also, it's love-bug season here in the tropical-like, so these things are everywhere around in flagrant bug romance. There's just no decency these days...

    Today we went sight seeing around some fantastic looking Florida real estate. These houses are really cool. On that subject, we also took a river tour of sorts on Monday when we went to a zoo. These houses on the riverfront were even more provocative to my artsy side, home to retired bohemians and hippies with their obedient dogs and their tree houses. Proceed...

I now see that I did not get many good pictures of whole houses... but I was in a boat. There was one with a tree going through it, and there was an abandoned water tower that is now filled with bats. That sounded awesome to me.

And these guys too... in the wild.

    Birds of a feather... the zoo itself was full of birds.

     Alas, what Florida trip could be complete without the ever glorified...

        In which we find...

               &

    Monkeyin' around.
The only thing we didn't see were the suricates... but I don't know what the big deal is with mere cats. (1)

Oh, and other events included:

wait... oh... here... there we go...

And so... how has it been?

    It has been exciting... I have been writing, and have also found that my first article (about the spandex bike shorts) got put up. So this makes me an officially published writer! Many articles to come over the summer, but for now you can grab the link in the footnotes of the entry (2).

    We have gone mall shopping, where I got some shorts of the patchwork like that I think I will enjoy this summer. We ate at a miscellaneous German restaurant in which my sandwich was a panini and our waitress' husband was from Chicago.

    While in the car or in the in-between times, I have been reading and underlining my way through G.K. Chesterton's "Orthodoxy" and very much enjoying it. The previously alluded to method of underline and note has confined me even to the first two chapters thus far. They are short, but I absolutely love them. His wit is very tactful, his observations are insightful and his use of example to get his points across is very convincing. Reading it is settling one of my long-term battles I have had with myself and my intellect. I began tonight to write some of the points I gathered, but it is late and it is a bit in depth. Perhaps another time. But if you have read this book, leave a comment letting me know your thoughts on it.

Tomorrow is a full day of writing... and then a homemade steak dinner planned.

Steven turned 14 some Sunday ago, just after I left.
Why my brother is awesome:
1. Strong heart, looks out for people
2. Unique mind, pays attention when it counts.
3. In serving and giving he is unselfish and sets example
4. Joy in small things, down to earth

Miss home? I do.

(picture my Grannedore had from when we were in Tennessee.)

I miss you all, a lot of you, plenty of you, and most of all: you.

I am like a paradox. I am redundant. I am a marble chessboard, black-on-white, but also white-on-black. I am without absolutes, because those come from elsewhere. Someone else. Not in action or reaction am I strait or true, but by way of Truth I am made not of my own. The sun you cannot look at directly and clearly see, but by its light you will see everything else, and therefore know its entire nature. I am a small instrument.

Famous last words.
-Kevin

(1) If you don't get this pun, then go hunt it down viciously until it begs for your mercy.
(2) Bicycling Clothing: Cycling Shorts, Lycra, Spandex And Chamois

edit:
Here's another,
(3) Archery Supplies: Arrows, Fletches, Arrowhead, Fiberglass, Aluminum Alloy, Carbon Fiber And Wood

Returning Entry: Reentry

Thu, 24 May 2007 04:31:17 GMT

Alas, since it has been a while... let us have a go with the blunt updates:

    I worked a week long painting job at the dorm rooms of Wheaton College. This enterprise earned me a free pair of white painters pants that were too short for me, a total collection of $1.17 in change coinage from the unvacuumed floors, and a paycheck or two that I will receive by post. This was a good experience, but "painting" is exaggerating... I more or less taped a lot of things and sanded them down and cleaned them off again. I am very glad I did it all. I met some people, did good labor work, and learned me some things anew.

    Friends of mine graduated. Welcome to my link on the chain of cliché, because I don't know how time works so swift like it does and I don't know how to say all that about it. We're all looking back on something and we're really being taken somewhere. One day more.

     I started at Privila on Tuesday.
Things are going well, there are very few other interns I've seen there but there are others still I think. Mostly it's like working at the library with some perks. I get to use their laptops and raid the fridge and cupboards anytime I like. Lunch is ordered out every day and covered as part of the job. I get to listen to my music too. So I will be riding my bike there more often. Mmm... I will probably be a published writer by the end of this week. I will be busy this summer. I am very grateful for the job, and moreover again, the prayers and encouragement.

*Jimface*

   At Wit's End
The music to Pirates 3 is very good. I am wrapped up into the whole thing. And we're going to see it tomorrow. I very much wish I had a pirate costume to don, perhaps a good hat and a sword to strap on. It's a dream I have while listening to the music. Wow.

    Friday...
On the eve of this day, I am going to see a Sondheim show downtown called "The Frogs."

    ...then Florida (on Saturday)
I am leaving, by myself, to go on a jet plane to go visit my grandma in the southern panhandle. She lives on the Gulf coast (love the gulf) but I think we'll travel some too. I'll not be back until the 6th of June! It seems so far away... that I can't really anticipate what it'll even be like when I get back. In the mean time, I'm not totally sure of what I am going to do... read, write and draw, and apparently there are an additional number of things planned out for me already. Actually, if I prove diligent, this would be a great opportunity to do some true travel-blogging with writings and pictures alike.

    Such a full summertime.
I am glad that it has been moving more in a daily fashion, instead of weeks blending together into a bunch of giant ugly monster Sunmontueswedthursfrisaturdays. At first I was feeling that in the bustle of this life that I am actually doing something now, and the exciting circumstance seem to be a thrill... but there is nothing different about me really. I know that the days ahead are just gifts given to me, to be used wisely, given back.

    Good story, one that I have.
I walked out of DuPage's Seussical a week or two ago, full of some memories and joy. To pass the time in the car, I cracked open one of the devotionals I have and read the entry for that day - May 12 - which was based off the verse Mark 9:23... Everything is possible for him who believes. It fit.

     Closing confidant
I know some of the lessons I still have to learn are gonna take a lot out of me... but that is exactly it, if you know what I mean. So looking towards a very real upcoming future... not one of vague hypothetical scenario... albeit by all means unknown in full by the guy who is typing words, but still truly real and not of my own making. It's a shift in focus, or more accurately the restoring and reshaping of a heart. It's not just me, but it's a whole big picture that I can't see or even know why I feel compelled to write about it... yet I still believe in it.

Early rising tomorrow.

-Kevin