What happens when the the assumptions and premises you hold about how something should turn out break down?

You get sad and introspective, that's what.

Like so.

( This is a blog entry on doubt and conviction. It is longer than necessary. Obvs. )

Coming out of a theology class so laid with meaning and depth it was magical, you have to wonder at all the other students around you milling and rushing about -- how can they survive today without a teacher like that, without hearing a lecture like the one you just listened to ( Read more... )

Not doing my post-lab report. Very pointedly not doing my post-lab report. Listening to Christmas songs by Africans. Thinking. Mosquitoes are setting up camp on my skin and I am itchy and uncomfortable, sleepy, distracted, kind of procrastinating - my sleep will pay for this.    
 Feel great, though. Christmas in July, in my own little one-meter- ( Read more... )

I have a Cancer Log.

Yes. It is mine, but it is not about me. It’s about my dad.

You see, last Mach 26, 2008, my mom came home looking…shattered. Yes, that is the word for it. It looked like she didn’t know what to do, what she was doing, and she was walking so fast and she never walked fast inside the house, either she rushed and flailed or she ( Read more... )