Flashback

I finally scanned these from Nashville. Enjoy!

Friends in Hats -or- End of the Semester Friends

I am partial to the first, only because we are friends at times other than the end of the semester, but still, it is what it is.

END OF THE SEMESTER!




Sarah has been staying with me the last couple days. Quite the delight to the ending of my semester. It has been tumultuous (thanks FreeRice.com for learning words), but it has come to an end. We're going to celebrate by going to Disneyland. HOORAY! Or as Sarah would say, "BOOYAH!"


Happy end of the Semester.

As Sufjan might sing,

"Since the year is almost out, lift your hands and give a shout!"

Merry Christmas to be.

just a thought

Finals Week. Strange things happen. Drawing for too many hours, writing too many pages, listening to Simon and Garfunkel with my roommate, taking pictures of water fountains. Here's the thing about the water fountain, though. I just went to drink some and thought, "How nice that there is a water fountain in my dorm so I don't have to pay $5 to get a bottle from the vending machine." Quickly after that though, and a sip of water, however, I realized I may not be THAT excited about the water fountain. It's actually kind of weird, and I know water is water, but the water is kind of unappealing.

Does anyone else agree?

photo final

these are last minute, pretty unawesome pictures of my photo final. i might take the time to really photograph it this weekend, but thought i'd put up what i have.





it was a great time for me to be making art, with all that has been happening. although the primary purpose of art is not always therapeutic , it was for me, and i'm glad for it.

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Rain creates distance between my mind and the world. It leads me to 2 a.m. walks alone through campus to savor it's uncommon presence. I am always better able to concentrate when it's raining, enjoying each moment with some kind of unique adoration. Perhaps I will live where it rains regularly some day. That might be lovely. I would like to live somewhere where it snows, too, or at least I think so.

California is funny. There was an article in a magazine I read today about Los Angeles and it's role in the apocalypse. Are the evils and disasters of the city created by man, or some kind of punishment from God? Let me ponder that for a moment. . . still, not so sure.

I also met a man tonight named Juan Jose. He was going through trash to collect cans for money. When I asked if I could help in any way he explained that the money wasn't for him, it was for a little boy and little girl he had recently met who needed help. This made me consider how I do ministry. Digging through the trash for other people? That is service. The check I used to write out every month, then decided they could take out for me to help feed a boy? Good, yes, but perhaps there is something missing. What if I let somebody on the street rest in my room while I slept in the rain? What if I was really willing to give of myself, not just boldly proclaim my unbacked passion. Maybe I would be more like Christ. Maybe I would be truly working in the Kingdom.



Rain Thoughts.

The Welch Computer Lab

Looking at lines and shape.

ARTS 100

This is the class I am in right now. The general education class that I thought I had forgotten about, when really I didn't need it, and found out 3/4 of the way through the semester. Fortunately there are outlets under the lecture hall chairs in thew new business building so I can hang out on my computer while my teacher sits in the front row listening to presentations. I actually like this class a lot, being that I like art a lot, but watching people read off of papers in front of them is not super fun.

Another not super fun thing:

My trip to Thailand has been canceled. I've decided not to blog about it, but ask me about it, and I will share with you the situation. It's been a hard week, and it is disappointing, but God is good. God is good. God is good.

I'll be working on my photo final tonight, which should be good, especially as a response to this week. Making art is definitely healing. I will put some pictures up soon.

In the mean time please listen to Sufjan Stevens. My group played it during our art presentation, and I think it pretty much made it. . .plus the great work of Katharina Fritsch.