Nonsense, Drivel, and Balderdash

August has been a flashback. You could say it has been old-skool because I haven't had a summer like this since I was a teenager. August has been spent lounging, walking, reading, talking. Long hours by the swimming pool accompanied by a book or by friends. Countless pool jumping competitions and late night swimming expeditions. I have lost track of how many barbecues I have hosted. I haven't had enough money to travel this summer, so I have been stuck here, mostly at my mom's house dogsitting. This has been both a blessing and a curse, as it has limited my mobility but also given me a large house all to myself. I think being out at my mother's house has contributed significantly to my sense of summertime nostalgia. Lounging around the place were I spent my youth has brought back that blissful feeling of irresponsibility which we all look for during vacationtimes but rarely find once we hit "the real world". I have also spent quite a bit of time with a couple ...

This just blew my mind. Aaron Eckhart, of Batman, Thank you for Smoking, and Paycheck fame: and Sean Bean, of Lord of the Rings, Troy, and The Island fame: In my mind, they were the same actor.

The plaza mayor was packed with people last night. The city was putting on a free classical music concert directed by Daniel Barenboim. Dan, Fran, Eva and I arrived over an hour early, but even that was too late and the seats were all taken. So we sat uncomfortably on the ground, squashed amidst the throngs of music lovers and tourists who had come to the Plaza in hopes of catching a glimmer of genius. Once the music began, the hypnotic effect of musicians in the ecstasy of performance held us in its sway. I was automatically in love with every woman on stage and feeling bonds of kinship with every man. And somehow, the warm cobblestone under my sore backside was easily ignored as waves of music rolled into the audience. It is amazing how long the ground remains warm after a day of the sun's hot abuse; long after the evening goes dark. As I sat there on the warm stone, I was reminded of last summer, one night at camp in which I lay on the basketball court. Using its retained heat t...

Tea is now being served at my spiritual blog . I began it years ago, when struggling with issues of faith and belief. I tried to restart it about a year ago to discuss the petty quibbles I have with modern christianity. But the quibbling was too petty, and I lost interest in it. Now, years after what I consider to be my "crisis of faith", I have come to realize that any real quest for the essence of truth is going to be an endless series of crises and questions. Every dogma, every assertion, every statement of faith, every aspect will bring up questions and frustrations. Since writing sometimes seems to exorcise my sleepless nights, the spiritual issues blog is reopened for business.