Nonsense, Drivel, and Balderdash

I went for a nocturnal dip in the waters of my community pool the other day. Me and David snuck over there and went for a swim. It was a good time. It brought back such clear memories of the past that I was in silent awe for a little bit. I sat by the edge of the pool and let myself be completely soaked by the waves of nostalgia. I have been going to the pool at night since I was a kid. At first I would sneak out and feel very sly, for I was going to the pool when I should not have. Then as I became older, I didn't have to sneak around, but I still had to keep relatively quiet. The neighbors were not sympathetic to our little nocturnal outings. At first, they were just worried that we would be hurt at night, and that no one would be there to help us. Later on in life they were just annoyed that: 1) We were making noise 2) We were having more fun than they were. The other night's swim brought back three different sets of memories in particular. I remembered when my Kings Kids fr...

Some of you might remember that I have always complained that my back hurt. A couple of you migh even remember me hurting severly on occasion. Well, last year I went to the incompetent school doctor at Gordon, and he sent me to get physical therapy for... who knows what. They sure didn´t say scoliosis. Because guess what? That is what I have. Fortunately, it is not an extreme case, but hey, it is still there. Scoliosis is a curvature of the spine, which means that your back isnt straight and that you are de-evolving into a homo erectus. Not really de evolving, but the spine does have a curvature in it, and that is not cool. So now I have to get Physical Therapy AGAIN, but at least it is for the right thing now... So instead of saying "Ryan you are a wimpy moron" everyone will now say "Ryan you are a moron." Today I am going to get my teeth looked at, because I think I need to get my wisdom teeth ripped out of my skull. This is VERY fun, I have tried it before. I ha...

Have you ever thought that you might be in the wrong place and with the wrong people? As much as this sounds like the introduction to some angsty post about not fitting in, I don't intend it to be. I just find it fascinating that of all the people that I could have been, I am the one that I am today. If I had been born to different people, or to the same people in a different place... everything would be different. There are a million different lifestyle opportunities around the world; being the person that I am has limited me to only a few. If I had been born on the coast, perhaps I would have become a fisherman. What if I, born as I really am, was truly made to fish though? What if the way for me to find greatest fulfillment for my life is something to which I will never have access; or, because of ignorance or lack of interest, will never try. Or even more frustratingly, what if I would not only find fulfillment in something I will never be able to do.. what if I would also exce...

During the past weeks, the Guardian newspaper has been posting articles about the possibility of a new US draft. The last US draft took place during the Vietnam war. I remember at the start of the conflict in Iraq, naysayers were predicting another Vietnam-like fiasco. I was right up there with them, saying that the US was bound to fail. Not only was I saying that the war was wrong, but I have always said that it was straight out immoral. It does not adjust to the just war guidelines pointed out by Augustine, and therefore (to me at least) it is wrong. The United States government has overstepped their boundaries and created more instability in the Middle East. Iraq is in danger of a civil war which is only being slowed by the rampant anarchy in place. Innocents are being killed, and NO weapons of mass destruction have been found to prove that Iraq had any plans to attack the USA. The whole war is a fraud. So now, of course, I am very disturbed by the mention of a draft. I remember r...

Well, life is VERY good for the next couple of weeks. The EuroCup is in motion, and that means I get constant entertainment. The eurocup is like the world cup, except only European countries participate. This year it takes place in Portugal, Spain's neighbor to the west. Spain played against Russia yesterday and won (of course). The score was 1-0, Valerón scored. I went over to Kenny's house to watch it. He lives in the typical squalor that is a bachelor's pad. No, actually his house is quite nice. We picked up some pizzas, chips, soda, chip salsa, and a six pack of beer. It was fun, especially since we won. Either way, soccer is a beautiful thing. It is interesting to watch the different playing styles of each country. England for example, plays a lot of long ball (long accurate passes), where as the Spanish style is more one on one. They both have their beauty. Northern Europeans play very hard regimented football, with few frills. Where as the people of the Mediterranea...

Excuse the lack of updates. I feel like I have asked for clemency quite a bit these days, but then again, maybe I have just been feeling guilty for not writing. At least two or three people have commented on my blog, and both times the feedback was positive, so I must continue to write for those who DO read this blog. If you do come by, leave a message and say hi! It forces me to write when I am not "inspired." Anyway; on monday, me and David (my friend from Gordon that is hanging out with me for the summer) went to visit an old high school friend whose name is also David (we will call him Jimmy so that there is no confusions of Davids in this post). He lives about 3.5 hours north of madrid in a small town of 20,000 in the middle of the spanish plains. I guess I should start this story a little farther back. On friday I went to my old high school to attend the senior graduation. The graduating class this year was the freshman class during my senior year. Seeing that my high s...