These days are busy as hell. I may be getting a small taste of what Kim Bartlings life is like. I have been consumed with homework consisting of calling actors, reading plays, directing scenes, writing poetry and going to poetry readings, writing papers, walks to black sheep, working in the admission office, eating hy-chi, and playing intramural basketball three times a week. And I am a Resident Advisor so I’m always dealing with my jackass residents (the true face of these Jackasses would be Nathan Schlatter and Grant Schouten) I know that Kim Bartlings life is still a lot more hectic than mine and she is an amazing lady! Today I got a flip phone and a tri pod which jacks me out of my mind. I had no idea I had ordered a mini tri pod that was only about the size of the pencil but it’s really pretty neat. Thanks for helping me save money you know who. And your still a wimp.
Today’s interesting fact is a rumor that I investigated to see if it was true. It turns out we have a teacher here named Ceca Cooper and she taught Wes Anderson at a school called St. Michael or Johns I can’t remember for sure. It was a very prestigious prep school and she failed Wes Anderson in history. He would usually just sit in class look around not listening. The faculty had Wes Anderson meetings for about 8 weeks and then eventually kicked him out of the school. She said her husband was Anderson’s creative writing teacher and he actually applied himself and liked that class very much. So if you are a Wes Anderson fan you now realize that some of these details are what his movie Rushmore is based off of. So what’s the moral? Screw your teachers, make clubs and become a famous movie director?
I have been thinking about faith as of lately. What it means? My most recent translation is that it is letting God pour into me in admittance that I don’t really know what faith is suppose to look like. So it’s letting him pour into me not just in prayer but in all phases of my life. An example would be my dad picking me up from school when I was little. Sometimes I would just sit there and wait patiently. It’s possible that work ran late that day. I would be tempted to get up and run home in fear that he wouldn’t come and I would be left alone. Now I can’t remember a time my dad didn’t pick me up on time, and I know that’s not true for all people. But faith in God is trusting that he is a father that will never forget to pick me up on time, and his timing may not be what I want, but giving into what I want over him is a lack of faith, an abandonment from God were we run towards our own evil desires and passions. The inspirations for my current stances are Kim Bartling, bible study with Jeff Ballard and Zach Huntley, the book Sula written by Toni Morrison, Elliot Smith, the movie Rushmore, and any experience when I'm quiet. Thanks for introducing me to Toni Morrison Mike!
Natures Kiss
Invisible birds make music close by
Solemnly making his mark
Like fireworks that spark
A symphony of birds play to the tune of a blooming sky
To look out and wonder
Like there was thunder
Do they take turns?
Do they stand in lines?
Their harmony feels like grass on a wet field
Early morning
How often is it like this?
Natures Kiss
