An interesting thought

 "I kept thinking that Douglas was another of those liberals who loved humanity in the abstract, but couldn't stand people in particular." - law clerk to Justice Douglas, as quoted in NY Times. 

Is humanity something to be participated with, in, and through, or merely observed from a far soaked in the desk lamp's amber light? 

You can only learn so much from books and change so much from conversation. Theory and principle will never make a difference unless acted upon. If we all hide away behind comfort, then who will be out there facing the opposition?

Maybe that is why God made people different.  

In honor of Jimmy's Blog

Separated At Birth:
 

Identity Crisis. Which color?

An added addition to love #2

Absolutely no reason why.  The thought makes me want to take my shoes off and run barefoot through mud and grime, each toe sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss of annoyance . I hate him sometimes. I think he is immature, rude, unprofessional, and wildly on the outskirts of my imagined perfection. I swear he doesn't appreciate art, books, culture, or love. He's not Romeo (he may not even know who that Shakespeare guy is). He doesn't know Chopin or Mozart. He doesn't want to live outside the continental US. I even offered Sweden. Fashion? Come on skater shoes and brands like A&F. Really? Really? He makes fun of my style, makeup, and I think he even said, "you're not as skinny as you used to be". Oh he frustrates me, irks me, kills me. 

But once again: the tug at the heart strings, and as much as I resist, the pull is breaking through. 

Is there ever a time when I am not limping

Yes, as always, I find myself the hobbling idiot on campus. This time the arch has failed me... either age has overcome me or I have bad luck. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to MEGHAN!

a Jew and a Dutchman

Americans overuse the words cool and awesome, and Ive decided that they will no longer be a part of my vocabulary.
Example-Road to Honduras 6 am last Sat:
...and where are you from?
The United States and you?
Holland.
Oh wow, that is so cool.
Cool? How would you know? You have never been there.

I never knew at 6 in the morning people could be so lively. I don't think half of them spoke English, but ironically a bus full of people from across the world sure knew how to make a chorus of laughter. Especially that Isreali student, Maton, with curly hair, blue eyes, Adidas shoes, aviator glasses, and soccer calves. For the remaining 2 hours we fought back and forth about every topic possible. I dont know if were left friends or enemies, but whatever you want to call it, I'm pretty sure he gave me his email address and I'm pretty sure he said he couldnt wait to be in Utah next winter snowboarding with me. (Plus, the sarcastic blonde dutch boy wasnt so bad himself and his email sits in my wallet).

a heart and an intellect

she looked at the universe through the medium of another kind of intellect. Who ever said there was only one kind: the intellectual. He could not see her intellectual cultivation of no moderate depth or scope; together with a range and freedom of ideas that he would have vainly looked for among the members of his own profession. She viewed the world with eyes aquinted with hidden virtues in what was valueless to the common eye. She had passion. Yes, passion that is the way to look at it. A light inside, ignited and burning; it reaches every corner and hurts to be extinguished.

-a nightmare from how it would have been?
It was as if a window were thrown open, admitting a freer atmosphere into the closed and stifled study, where her life was wasting itself away, amid lamp-light, or obstructed day beams, and the musty fragrance, be it sensual or moral, that exhales from books. But the air was too fresh and chill to be long breathed with comfort and so she withdrew.

one word: defiance