Archive for August, 2007

who’s teaching who?

Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007

My 16 year old nephew is one of the coolest people I know.  I have been mentoring him for the past month or so on wednesday nights, and even though I don’t know what I’m doing, I love it.  I think I’m learning as much from him as he is from me.  He has such a great way about him, and although he is a very young Christian, he is making great strides.  He’s the kind of guy who can walk up to anyone and strike up a conversation.  I wish I had that boldness.  Our upbringings couldn’t be any more different, but he has taken what was given to him and come out the other side stronger.  I admire his courage and loyalty.  I’m not sure exactly what he hopes to gain from hanging out with me, but I appreciate our time together.

The best movie I’ve seen in a while.

Tuesday, August 21st, 2007

I just saw the most hellacious ( 1st definition) movie!  I don’t even know how to explain why it was so amazing.  It was like a Korean Shaun of the Dead.  Like a more intense and abruptly funny Kung Fu Hustle.  It was Jaws meets, well, it was like a funnier Jaws.  If you’ve ever appreciated a serious movie with unexpected shots of drollery ( again), you mos def must watch The Host.  There were a handful of scenes where I literally doubled over laughing, and it was while people were dying.  The comedy was so well placed that when it’s funny you forget you’re watching a sci-fi/thriller/horror movie.  But at the same time, the story is extremely gripping and resolves completely unlike a comedy ever would.  If you can’t sit through a movie with subtitles then don’t even think about it.  But if you liked any of the movies I mentioned, or even just like to watch movies with really good cinematography, then please go rent this movie.

apple owns me

Thursday, August 9th, 2007

i just bought an iPhone.  we’ll see how this goes.

losing is only half bad

Thursday, August 9th, 2007

There’s something bitter sweet about getting completely lost in a book.  Sitting in my favorite chair with the perfectly selected song playing an indispensable supporting role behind the pages until the melody breaks through, and during a brief intermission, I’m transported somewhere completely and distinctly different before returning to the story.  Then like waking from a dream that would have lasted forever, the book closes—reality begins.