After recently returning from Colorado to start school again here in Hotter-Than-It-Should-Be Lincoln, it’s time to go back again. This year, our student leadership team retreat is going to be at Eagle Lake, a Navigator’s campground in the mountains near Colorado Springs.

My bags are packed, I’m ready to go. I’m downloading five more episodes of Alias, and they aren’t done yet. I’d give you the address for the site, but apparently it will be shutting down soon. Thus the five episodes currently downloading. I’m rushing to finish downloading the end of the first season. The season 1 DVD comes out next week though… *sigh*. I need a job. I’ll have to make that one of my priorities next week. (Dang, entire season DVDs are expensive!)

I’ll be back on Monday.

Categories: Life

Alongside
A Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar
08/28/2003

she catches no attention
with her feet
crunching sand
on an August evening

racing along, hair
unfurled and rippling,
wetness below her
toes. she can’t voice

the joy! her shadow falls
behind and disappears
in the east
where childrens’ dreams
begin beneath the now-
revealed moon.

Categories: Poetry

Mmm… tasty fodder from a State Fair.

Categories: Good Times

If I were a sestina, I’d be repeated, rearranged, and available in six different flavors on thirty-nine lines and ready to pass the time on your bookshelf in a collection of poems you never plan to read.

Fortunately, I am not a sestina. I’m just me. For some reason, you’re reading me. I read differently online than I do at times when distance is not calculated in kilobytes per second.

School is full of the sounds of trampeled summers and memories already being stuffed into caskets and buried six degrees below conscious thought. Reconnecting with people (and their names), meeting new people, recruiting, and doing the things “I should do.”

Analyzing self is difficult. Selfology can be scary at times, especially when you’re disappointed with the findings. Time to dig some more. Dirt abounds, and I’d like to replace it with something less dark, perhaps the remains of jellyfish pulled from the ocean using a frisbee.

I’m taking poetry again this semester, if you can’t tell yet. This is a flex of my creative juices, and I hope it’s not too bitter. With any luck, you’ll see spiffy and spectacular poems as a result. Then again, they may all suck and cause the wind to tear through this site with the beauty of the aurora borealis and deadliness of a hurricane on the shores of your life. Yes, it was a dark and stormy night…

Categories: Life

What does Kung Fu have to do with Christianity? - from The Writing on the Wall

Categories: Religious, The Sphere