Check her out @ http://www.cgdev.org/content/expert/detail/483/
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
family dynamics.
Our family dynamics are most easily studied through the game of baseball.
Jonathan, the fellow I call my little brother, is now playing on a traveling league. The past 12 years of his life have revolved around the game-- from hitting practice with my dad, to fielding with Nathan and lifting specifically for the sake of bulking his hitting muscles.
More than anything else he pursues and studies, he knows the complete intricacies of baseball. He knows more about the timing of the pitches, more about the discipline of sliding correctly, more about the feel of blisters on his hands from too much practice. He gets it.
So, watching him play is kind of a celebration for the family. We celebrate with his successes, and get even more disappointed when he can't play or fails to get the ball over the shortstop.
Last night, the kid went up to bat, facing a left-handed pitcher. Thrown, the ball hit the dirt, hit the catcher's chest pad, and then in the boy's face. Being the cool and collected player that he is, Jonathan turns to the ump and says (I find out later) "Do you mind if I'm bleeding?" The ump's responds, "Not unless you do."
It was awesome, watching my parents react. My mom does her motherly freak-out, hands in the air, "Oh John, was it his eye? Is he ok? Is he bleeding?" I should note here that the family always sits on the third base line, meaning there was no way we can see if he is indeed bleeding. My dad stands up, almost frustrated, then begins to walk slowly over the fence.
Mom freaks out, dad gets frustrated, and here I am, on the edge of my seat, almost praying, but more so impressed again by the boy's ability to maintain the awesome baseball-player manner. He walks over to the dugout, drinks some water, spits, and then walks back. Blood on home plate, he goes to bat again. Awesome.
Mom continues to freaks out, dad proclaims the situation ok, and I watch another conquered road bump.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
class flower: cactus.
- Small town celebrations are quite the experience. Way to go, little brother, for (almost) leading the graduating pack of 2010. He's pretty darned cute, too (http://mountvernonnews.com/local/10/05/29/99-graduate-from-east-knox).
- I miss Midtown. Good call, Christianity Today, for running a fantastic article on the importance of an intentional church community.http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2010/may/29.43.html
- This was one year ago this week. Red Square, attempting to go to a Synagogue. Sigh, I miss exploring Europe.

And, you're right, the Cactus is NOT a flower. But, the graduates argue differently. Way to go.
Friday, May 14, 2010
top 5.
1. Quote of the week: "He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life, where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one's waking life was spent watching one's feet." --Ralph, Lord of the Flies
2. Current Fear:
3. One of the many reasons birds are so cool: (fast forward to 6:06) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1A3ql9GFYA
4. Maybe the most anticipated part of the summer:
5. Pretty cool thoughts from some pretty cool ladies: http://blog.christianitytoday.com/women/
Thursday, April 22, 2010
currently...
reading: http://www.themidnightcry.com/s_7.asp?n=13
watching: http://boybrains.com/
listening to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNfWC4Sgkcs (arcade fire, rebellion)
writing: Abolish the Modesty Panel.
this life is absurd.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
procrastination.
Cool things:
Still a passion: http://www.bankerswithoutborders.com/
Thanks, Jordan: http://badassoftheweek.com/
Countdown: 12 days.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
makes my heart burst.
I am in Yellow Springs at my favorite local coffee shop.
A little girl, probably around the age of 4, and her cousin are here. Making their way through the massive amounts of people, they're throwing and retrieving their recently made paper airplane. She, in a leotard, skirt and tights, and him in cool pajamas and socks, are the most adorable things I've ever seen.
"Come on," she says to Isaac. "Let's play Peter Pan."
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