Sick

I was going to write Tuesday that I was sick and glad of it. And I am, though it seems ironic after the headlong way I approa-- well, charged the last semester. This is the one time I have been actually physically sick this fall. On the other hand, I'm never sick, so what does that tell ya?

Though, honestly, this has seemed more of a grace from God, because it encouraged me and continued to encourage me to take it easy for a while. So, since Sunday night onwards, I have been laying in bed, singing loudly to the radio (my voice still basically works), re-reading bits of Howl's Moving Castle, switching between about 5 different radio stations and singing some more, and generally enjoying the pleasures of being able to lock myself up in my temporary room with radio, books, paper, pen, cds, smuggled food, microwave, and heater when I need it. It's been fun.

Although, at this point, on the illness side of things, I'm starting to think, enough already...? My head's a little tired of echoing strangely if I blow my nose or sniff mightily without afterwards yawning to pop my ears. Great fun, kids. But it's been worth it. Yay for somebody who's a lot smarter than me.

cherished memory

I never got to posting about my Thanksgiving (and here it is Christmas) and since I probably shouldn't even be posting right now I thought I'd sneak in a really short one. Possibly most hilarious memory of Thanksgiving:

My brother (a couple years younger than me), flipping around to get away from me (rough-housing), turning smack into a pole. Face first. Just like a cartoon character. It was awesome.

Gone

Like Al Pacino’s cat, nothing lasts in this life.

No, that's not really what the song says, but it works, too. I don't know much about Switchfoot in real life, but their "Beautiful Letdown" cd has been amazingly versatile in speaking different parts of my life these last few months, and the words* one of them says on the link above are pretty amazing, too. Amazingly thought-provoking, at the very least.

You can thank my mom for the "cat" version of the lyrics; I think she's the one that "heard" it when we in the car with the cd this summer. (Thanks, Mama. :D)

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*Under the "music" frame; I only read up to "Following are the cont'd thoughts of Jon..."

Dear little blog,

I have been thinking of you an awful lot lately. Only I'm so busy with this stupid thing called "Life" and "homework", and "fun issues to work through"--and "crazy in the head and and don't know why", and...and other stuff. God's amazing, isn't he? I almost said "crazy" but I think I meant "crazy-good." Really. Totally and completely. Whether or not I nearly said it, it's the truth. Most amazing person I ever met. Heh.

To whomever may be concerned, please don't mistake this for disrespect. I certainly don't think God is my "pal" or "this guy" that I hang out with. But I am starting to think he's like a stern, affectionate, wise father who has the grace to laugh at his kids sometimes--even if he has to pull out the paddle sometimes--get in their faces and such. Whoever thinks Jesus is only meek and gentle and diplomatic and soothing all the time, I respectfully suggest you go back and read through the gospels--like when he throws everybody out of the temple--rather forcefully, I believe. Or when he gives what sounds an awful lot like a fire-and-brimstone tirade to the spiritual leaders of the community. And yet in between and on either side of this you'll find his tireless--no, tired!--compassion and grief for those he loves. Which would be us. It's not clear but I believe he weeps openly in public more than once. He's no hate preacher but he's sure no pushover, either. That's why I like him. You can trust that kind of honesty, I think. Forthright. I really like that word and it is exactly right for him.

I am certainly no "expert". I have not studied this for years is all I mean. I'm still working this out for myself. But I think it's ok for me to say these things right now. You could even tell me what you thought. (What an idea, eh? ;))

Peace out, everybody.

I really do hope to post again pretty soon. I just don't know. Things'a been crazy, y'know?

The good thing about being an artist

is no one thinks you're weird for carrying around knives. Well, I mean, except for thinking you're weird in the normal ways... They don't think you're weird because of that. Or, well, maybe they do, but...shut up.