Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Merry Christmas!
This is from a speech that Martin Luther King Jr. made... maybe you will find it inspiring or clarifying as you think toward the new year:
This morning I would like to use as a subject from which to preach: "The Drum Major Instinct." "The Drum Major Instinct." And our text for the morning is taken from a very familiar passage in the tenth chapter as recorded by Saint Mark. Beginning with the thirty-fifth verse of that chapter, we read these words:
And so before we condemn them, let us see that we all have the drum major instinct. We all want to be important, to surpass others, to achieve distinction, to lead the parade. Alfred Adler, the great psychoanalyst, contends that this is the dominant impulse. Sigmund Freud used to contend that sex was the dominant impulse, and Adler came with a new argument saying that this quest for recognition, this desire for attention, this desire for distinction is the basic impulse, the basic drive of human life, this drum major instinct.
...
But I want you to see what Jesus was really saying. What was the answer that Jesus gave these men? It's very interesting. One would have thought that Jesus would have condemned them. One would have thought that Jesus would have said, "You are out of your place. You are selfish. Why would you raise such a question?"
But that isn't what Jesus did; he did something altogether different. He said in substance, "Oh, I see, you want to be first. You want to be great. You want to be important. You want to be significant. Well, you ought to be. If you're going to be my disciple, you must be." But he reordered priorities. And he said, "Yes, don't give up this instinct. It's a good instinct if you use it right. It's a good instinct if you don't distort it and pervert it. Don't give it up. Keep feeling the need for being important. Keep feeling the need for being first. But I want you to be first in love. I want you to be first in moral excellence. I want you to be first in generosity. That is what I want you to do."
And he transformed the situation by giving a new definition of greatness. And you know how he said it? He said, "Now brethren, I can't give you greatness. And really, I can't make you first." This is what Jesus said to James and John. "You must earn it. True greatness comes not by favoritism, but by fitness. And the right hand and the left are not mine to give, they belong to those who are prepared."
And so Jesus gave us a new norm of greatness. If you want to be important—wonderful. If you want to be recognized—wonderful. If you want to be great—wonderful. But recognize that he who is greatest among you shall be your servant. That's a new definition of greatness.
This morning, you can be on his right hand and his left hand if you serve. It's the only way in.
…
Every now and then I guess we all think realistically about that day when we will be victimized with what is life's final common denominator—that something that we call death. We all think about it. And every now and then I think about my own death and I think about my own funeral. And I don't think of it in a morbid sense. And every now and then I ask myself, "What is it that I would want said?" And I leave the word to you this morning.
I'd like somebody to mention that day that Martin Luther King, Jr., tried to give his life serving others.
I'd like for somebody to say that day that Martin Luther King, Jr., tried to love somebody.
I want you to say that day that I tried to be right on the war question.
I want you to be able to say that day that I did try to feed the hungry.
And I want you to be able to say that day that I did try in my life to clothe those who were naked.
I want you to say on that day that I did try in my life to visit those who were in prison.
I want you to say that I tried to love and serve humanity.
Yes, if you want to say that I was a drum major, say that I was a drum major for justice. Say that I was a drum major for peace. I was a drum major for righteousness. And all of the other shallow things will not matter. I won't have any money to leave behind. I won't have the fine and luxurious things of life to leave behind. But I just want to leave a committed life behind. And that's all I want to say.
If I can help somebody as I pass along,
If I can cheer somebody with a word or song,
If I can show somebody he's traveling wrong,
Then my living will not be in vain.
If I can do my duty as a Christian ought,
If I can bring salvation to a world once wrought,
If I can spread the message as the master taught,
Then my living will not be in vain.
Yes, Jesus, I want to be on your right or your left side, not for any selfish reason. I want to be on your right or your left side, not in terms of some political kingdom or ambition. But I just want to be there in love and in justice and in truth and in commitment to others, so that we can make of this old world a new world.
Delivered at Ebenezer Baptist Church, Atlanta, Georgia, on 4 February 1968.
This morning I would like to use as a subject from which to preach: "The Drum Major Instinct." "The Drum Major Instinct." And our text for the morning is taken from a very familiar passage in the tenth chapter as recorded by Saint Mark. Beginning with the thirty-fifth verse of that chapter, we read these words:
"And James and John, the sons of Zebedee, came unto him saying, ‘Master, we would that thou shouldest do for us whatsoever we shall desire.’ And he said unto them, ‘What would ye that I should do for you?’ And they said unto him, ‘Grant unto us that we may sit, one on thy right hand, and the other on thy left hand, in thy glory.’ But Jesus said unto them, ‘Ye know not what ye ask: Can ye drink of the cup that I drink of? and be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with?’ And they said unto him, ‘We can.’ And Jesus said unto them, ‘Ye shall indeed drink of the cup that I drink of, and with the baptism that I am baptized withal shall ye be baptized: but to sit on my right hand and on my left hand is not mine to give; but it shall be given to them for whom it is prepared.’"Now very quickly, we would automatically condemn James and John, and we would say they were selfish. Why would they make such a selfish request? But before we condemn them too quickly, let us look calmly and honestly at ourselves, and we will discover that we too have those same basic desires for recognition, for importance. That same desire for attention, that same desire to be first. Of course, the other disciples got mad with James and John, and you could understand why, but we must understand that we have some of the same James and John qualities. And there is deep down within all of us an instinct. It's a kind of drum major instinct—a desire to be out front, a desire to lead the parade, a desire to be first. And it is something that runs the whole gamut of life.
...
And so before we condemn them, let us see that we all have the drum major instinct. We all want to be important, to surpass others, to achieve distinction, to lead the parade. Alfred Adler, the great psychoanalyst, contends that this is the dominant impulse. Sigmund Freud used to contend that sex was the dominant impulse, and Adler came with a new argument saying that this quest for recognition, this desire for attention, this desire for distinction is the basic impulse, the basic drive of human life, this drum major instinct.
...
But I want you to see what Jesus was really saying. What was the answer that Jesus gave these men? It's very interesting. One would have thought that Jesus would have condemned them. One would have thought that Jesus would have said, "You are out of your place. You are selfish. Why would you raise such a question?"
But that isn't what Jesus did; he did something altogether different. He said in substance, "Oh, I see, you want to be first. You want to be great. You want to be important. You want to be significant. Well, you ought to be. If you're going to be my disciple, you must be." But he reordered priorities. And he said, "Yes, don't give up this instinct. It's a good instinct if you use it right. It's a good instinct if you don't distort it and pervert it. Don't give it up. Keep feeling the need for being important. Keep feeling the need for being first. But I want you to be first in love. I want you to be first in moral excellence. I want you to be first in generosity. That is what I want you to do."
And he transformed the situation by giving a new definition of greatness. And you know how he said it? He said, "Now brethren, I can't give you greatness. And really, I can't make you first." This is what Jesus said to James and John. "You must earn it. True greatness comes not by favoritism, but by fitness. And the right hand and the left are not mine to give, they belong to those who are prepared."
And so Jesus gave us a new norm of greatness. If you want to be important—wonderful. If you want to be recognized—wonderful. If you want to be great—wonderful. But recognize that he who is greatest among you shall be your servant. That's a new definition of greatness.
This morning, you can be on his right hand and his left hand if you serve. It's the only way in.
…
Every now and then I guess we all think realistically about that day when we will be victimized with what is life's final common denominator—that something that we call death. We all think about it. And every now and then I think about my own death and I think about my own funeral. And I don't think of it in a morbid sense. And every now and then I ask myself, "What is it that I would want said?" And I leave the word to you this morning.
I'd like somebody to mention that day that Martin Luther King, Jr., tried to give his life serving others.
I'd like for somebody to say that day that Martin Luther King, Jr., tried to love somebody.
I want you to say that day that I tried to be right on the war question.
I want you to be able to say that day that I did try to feed the hungry.
And I want you to be able to say that day that I did try in my life to clothe those who were naked.
I want you to say on that day that I did try in my life to visit those who were in prison.
I want you to say that I tried to love and serve humanity.
Yes, if you want to say that I was a drum major, say that I was a drum major for justice. Say that I was a drum major for peace. I was a drum major for righteousness. And all of the other shallow things will not matter. I won't have any money to leave behind. I won't have the fine and luxurious things of life to leave behind. But I just want to leave a committed life behind. And that's all I want to say.
If I can help somebody as I pass along,
If I can cheer somebody with a word or song,
If I can show somebody he's traveling wrong,
Then my living will not be in vain.
If I can do my duty as a Christian ought,
If I can bring salvation to a world once wrought,
If I can spread the message as the master taught,
Then my living will not be in vain.
Yes, Jesus, I want to be on your right or your left side, not for any selfish reason. I want to be on your right or your left side, not in terms of some political kingdom or ambition. But I just want to be there in love and in justice and in truth and in commitment to others, so that we can make of this old world a new world.
Delivered at Ebenezer Baptist Church, Atlanta, Georgia, on 4 February 1968.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Cher James Franco,
I'm in Paris!
I'm staying in a very nice apartment in the 3rd that belongs to some family friends. The first time I stayed here, I was 10, in 5th grade, and with my parents.
Anyways, here in Paris I have had many small adventures so far. First of all, I have gone grocery shopping. I discovered a chocolate bar that supposedly helps with PMS! I don't have PMS, but I thought I would try it anyway. I bought a bunch of prepared vegetable dishes in the kind of plastic packages that lunch meat comes in. I've already tried a few brands of yogurt. Oh, and I also bought a mohair beret at Monoprix.
Another new adventure is my French class. Today was my first day!
The morning was boring: we were talking about the parts of a house. There was one other American in the class, and during the break he told me he's a retiree from Michigan who lives on a sailboat with his wife. In two years, they're sailing back to North America to stay in the Caribbean. He and the other people in the class weren't that good, with the exception of one Filipina nun, who was proficient but bossy. She told me she'd lived in the U.S. briefly, but she said she had lived in "Wyoming, Michigan," so I didn't know what to do. After the class, the teacher asked me if the class was too easy for me, and I said no even though it sort of was... I guess I wanted to be encouraging?
The afternoon was a different group and less boring. We were doing a writing project that involved creating an imaginary charity, writing a letter to our local prefecture asking for an incorporation license, and then creating a web page. I was in a group with a Serbian aesthetician named Biljana, an Italian accountant named Massimo, and a Spanish guy whose name I forget. It was weird to realize that the four of us could only communicate in French, especially after my experience with the nun and sailor in the morning. Anyway, our charity was about donating clothes to children in Africa. It was called "Habiller les enfants." I didn't make that up. Our slogan, which I also did not make up, was "Couvrons notre future." It's a jeu of mots!
The Serbian told me that there was another American in the class, and pointed at him. He was young and looked kind of like the kid who plays Derek on Degrassi TNG. During the break, I heard him talking to the two African ladies in the class about how much he didn't like it when his American friends were too lazy to practice their French, and insisted on speaking English instead. This made me dislike him mildly, but I guess it might just be the kind of thing you'd say if you were trying to make conversation using your limited vocabulary and when talking to older women from a foreign culture. Right?
So, after class, I ended up talking to the American and this Kuwaiti guy who'd been sitting next to the American (their charities involved helping blind people and helping children who've been exposed to radioactivity, respectively). Obviously, the American insisted on speaking French, which annoyed me, and resulted in me saying, "I graduated from college three hours ago" and the Kuwaiti guy telling me that there are approximately 25 arrondissements in Paris when I asked him which one he lived in. Actually, I think the second thing was the Kuwaiti guy's fault, not mine.
Long story short, the American invited me to see a movie with him and his friends tonight, but I didn't go because I was afraid that I'd have to speak French all evening with a bunch of Americans in front of normal French people. That is where I draw the line!
More things have happened, but I don't have time to describe them right now. Would you visit me if I lived here? If you're not sure I'd invite you, you can comment anonymously.
I'm staying in a very nice apartment in the 3rd that belongs to some family friends. The first time I stayed here, I was 10, in 5th grade, and with my parents.
Anyways, here in Paris I have had many small adventures so far. First of all, I have gone grocery shopping. I discovered a chocolate bar that supposedly helps with PMS! I don't have PMS, but I thought I would try it anyway. I bought a bunch of prepared vegetable dishes in the kind of plastic packages that lunch meat comes in. I've already tried a few brands of yogurt. Oh, and I also bought a mohair beret at Monoprix.
Another new adventure is my French class. Today was my first day!
The morning was boring: we were talking about the parts of a house. There was one other American in the class, and during the break he told me he's a retiree from Michigan who lives on a sailboat with his wife. In two years, they're sailing back to North America to stay in the Caribbean. He and the other people in the class weren't that good, with the exception of one Filipina nun, who was proficient but bossy. She told me she'd lived in the U.S. briefly, but she said she had lived in "Wyoming, Michigan," so I didn't know what to do. After the class, the teacher asked me if the class was too easy for me, and I said no even though it sort of was... I guess I wanted to be encouraging?
The afternoon was a different group and less boring. We were doing a writing project that involved creating an imaginary charity, writing a letter to our local prefecture asking for an incorporation license, and then creating a web page. I was in a group with a Serbian aesthetician named Biljana, an Italian accountant named Massimo, and a Spanish guy whose name I forget. It was weird to realize that the four of us could only communicate in French, especially after my experience with the nun and sailor in the morning. Anyway, our charity was about donating clothes to children in Africa. It was called "Habiller les enfants." I didn't make that up. Our slogan, which I also did not make up, was "Couvrons notre future." It's a jeu of mots!
The Serbian told me that there was another American in the class, and pointed at him. He was young and looked kind of like the kid who plays Derek on Degrassi TNG. During the break, I heard him talking to the two African ladies in the class about how much he didn't like it when his American friends were too lazy to practice their French, and insisted on speaking English instead. This made me dislike him mildly, but I guess it might just be the kind of thing you'd say if you were trying to make conversation using your limited vocabulary and when talking to older women from a foreign culture. Right?
So, after class, I ended up talking to the American and this Kuwaiti guy who'd been sitting next to the American (their charities involved helping blind people and helping children who've been exposed to radioactivity, respectively). Obviously, the American insisted on speaking French, which annoyed me, and resulted in me saying, "I graduated from college three hours ago" and the Kuwaiti guy telling me that there are approximately 25 arrondissements in Paris when I asked him which one he lived in. Actually, I think the second thing was the Kuwaiti guy's fault, not mine.
Long story short, the American invited me to see a movie with him and his friends tonight, but I didn't go because I was afraid that I'd have to speak French all evening with a bunch of Americans in front of normal French people. That is where I draw the line!
More things have happened, but I don't have time to describe them right now. Would you visit me if I lived here? If you're not sure I'd invite you, you can comment anonymously.
Friday, November 28, 2008
25 years of my life and still, I'm trying to get up that great big hill
Olivia
i just read an article about g n r suing dr. pepper. it mentioned buckethead so i looked him up. i feel like an old lady trying desperately to understand young people. this is just insanely ridiculous. i mean, a bucket? i would laugh but it's like does he have a learning disorder? maybe he's autistic or something?
Zoe
You are a genius commentator on our times!
Olivia
you know, i've never felt more distant from our times than i do right now staring at footage of this man.
i just read an article about g n r suing dr. pepper. it mentioned buckethead so i looked him up. i feel like an old lady trying desperately to understand young people. this is just insanely ridiculous. i mean, a bucket? i would laugh but it's like does he have a learning disorder? maybe he's autistic or something?
Zoe
You are a genius commentator on our times!
Olivia
you know, i've never felt more distant from our times than i do right now staring at footage of this man.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I know this little place called Koo Koo Roo
OMG, so many things have happened!
El Coyote had a press conference to explain why its owner donated money to Yes on 8. That sentence might only make sense to you if you live in California, but it sounds like the press conference was hilarious! Hilarious in any language.
The funniest part is how someone in the comments asks if the manager of the El Pollo Loco in Silverlake also donated to Yes on 8. Isn't that like asking if Wal*Mart donated money to the Republican party? What is Wal*Mart even up to these days?
Okay, so I got curious and I did a google for "El Pollo Loco Yes on 8," and according to the Christina Aguilera community bulletin board on livedaily.com, El Pollo Loco did contribute to Yes on 8. Personally, I am not surprised, but I think the real question here is how, in this day and age, the person who made the original comment didn't know that El Pollo Loco is a chain! I could understand if it was Poquito Mas (that happened to my brother!), or maybe even Coffee Cat.
I could tell you more, but I think I'm going home to watch Top Chef instead.
El Coyote had a press conference to explain why its owner donated money to Yes on 8. That sentence might only make sense to you if you live in California, but it sounds like the press conference was hilarious! Hilarious in any language.
The funniest part is how someone in the comments asks if the manager of the El Pollo Loco in Silverlake also donated to Yes on 8. Isn't that like asking if Wal*Mart donated money to the Republican party? What is Wal*Mart even up to these days?
Okay, so I got curious and I did a google for "El Pollo Loco Yes on 8," and according to the Christina Aguilera community bulletin board on livedaily.com, El Pollo Loco did contribute to Yes on 8. Personally, I am not surprised, but I think the real question here is how, in this day and age, the person who made the original comment didn't know that El Pollo Loco is a chain! I could understand if it was Poquito Mas (that happened to my brother!), or maybe even Coffee Cat.
I could tell you more, but I think I'm going home to watch Top Chef instead.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Math stories
(Does anyone remember this assignment? I guess I must have been in 3rd grade, which means I was in Nancy "Desk Dumper" Torres's class. The pressure must've gotten to her because it seems like this is all we did all year:)
Zoe had 1 tiny bear. She got three more tiny bears. She then got 50 candy bars for each bear. She then had to eat each candy bar by herself. Her stomach grew 50 times bigger each time she ate 10 candy bars. Question: If her stomach was 26" [??? my stomach was not 26" when I was 8 [[and it isn't now, either]]] before she ate the candy bars, how big would it be if she ate all the candy bars?
Genalyn was babysitting for Zoe and Karen. She was paid five dollars an hour. She stayed 12 hours. Question: how much money did she make?
Kerda, Merda, Jerda and Zerda were all best friends. One day they got into a fight about how many fights they had. (They had 25 a week!) All 4 had different opinions! Kerda said 45. Merda said 59. Zerda said 35 and Jerda said 49. (They did, in the end find out, of course!) Question: Which 3 girls guesses were the closest together and who was closest to 25?
Next time: Spelling Stories! Here's a sneak peek:
One day Wilfred Brimley bought a yorkshire terrier and a white mouse. Both animals had twins that belonged to Brian Bonsall whose favorite toy was Snuggles the bear. Tina Yothers was babysitting him and suddenly the phone rang. It was Mackensie Astin! He said that he and Shannen Doray were calling lots of people from NBC programs and Jennifer and her 2 friends Karen and Zoe about a party...
Zoe had 1 tiny bear. She got three more tiny bears. She then got 50 candy bars for each bear. She then had to eat each candy bar by herself. Her stomach grew 50 times bigger each time she ate 10 candy bars. Question: If her stomach was 26" [??? my stomach was not 26" when I was 8 [[and it isn't now, either]]] before she ate the candy bars, how big would it be if she ate all the candy bars?
Genalyn was babysitting for Zoe and Karen. She was paid five dollars an hour. She stayed 12 hours. Question: how much money did she make?
Kerda, Merda, Jerda and Zerda were all best friends. One day they got into a fight about how many fights they had. (They had 25 a week!) All 4 had different opinions! Kerda said 45. Merda said 59. Zerda said 35 and Jerda said 49. (They did, in the end find out, of course!) Question: Which 3 girls guesses were the closest together and who was closest to 25?
Next time: Spelling Stories! Here's a sneak peek:
One day Wilfred Brimley bought a yorkshire terrier and a white mouse. Both animals had twins that belonged to Brian Bonsall whose favorite toy was Snuggles the bear. Tina Yothers was babysitting him and suddenly the phone rang. It was Mackensie Astin! He said that he and Shannen Doray were calling lots of people from NBC programs and Jennifer and her 2 friends Karen and Zoe about a party...
Saturday, October 11, 2008
I'll tell you
I'm sure you guys all saw the season premiere of Degrassi: TNG last night, so I don't have to tell you how much I hate the new opening credits. But aren't you mad about what a big deal everyone is making about Mia being a model?
First of all, Emma was a Purple Dragon girl last season, and no one made a big deal about that! Granted, Purple Dragon is just an energy drink -- not as big a deal as being the new T-Popz sneakers girl -- but she did flash the entire school at an assembly!
Secondly, I think we are all forgetting about the original Degrassi Community School professional model:
Terri McGregor! Hello? Before Rick abused Terri and she got brain damage and was in a coma, she was a plus-size model with ads all over the bus stops of Toronto!
I've always assumed Terri was dead now, but a google search last night for photos of her bus stop ad campaign led me to a surprising revelation: she is alive!
Canada has private schools?
Anyways, I'm finally getting used to the new 90210. Even thought Adrianna has a really big jaw, I totally feel her pain. And I don't even get mad about the fact that Lori Laughlin's son is black anymore. But I seriously can't get into Naomi. She is just no Kelly Taylor. And, P.S., neither is that spunky, ambiguously ethnic undercover cop! Although I'm still kind of watching because I'm waiting for Kell and Brandon to get back togeths, I'm not mad about it.
First of all, Emma was a Purple Dragon girl last season, and no one made a big deal about that! Granted, Purple Dragon is just an energy drink -- not as big a deal as being the new T-Popz sneakers girl -- but she did flash the entire school at an assembly!
Secondly, I think we are all forgetting about the original Degrassi Community School professional model:
Terri McGregor! Hello? Before Rick abused Terri and she got brain damage and was in a coma, she was a plus-size model with ads all over the bus stops of Toronto!
I've always assumed Terri was dead now, but a google search last night for photos of her bus stop ad campaign led me to a surprising revelation: she is alive!
Canada has private schools?
Anyways, I'm finally getting used to the new 90210. Even thought Adrianna has a really big jaw, I totally feel her pain. And I don't even get mad about the fact that Lori Laughlin's son is black anymore. But I seriously can't get into Naomi. She is just no Kelly Taylor. And, P.S., neither is that spunky, ambiguously ethnic undercover cop! Although I'm still kind of watching because I'm waiting for Kell and Brandon to get back togeths, I'm not mad about it.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
What's going on?
It's always weird when TV shows come back on TV in the fall and some people have gotten fat. I don't remember that ever happening in high school, but I guess I just went to a really good school.
Lots of people are becoming moms lately, and I think that's cool, but I decided to become an aunt instead. That's one of the reasons that I've been so busy. Having a baby in your family is not all fun and baby-proofing... it also takes a long time to pick out names and snowsuits.
Here are some blurry pictures of empty places and people standing around in Madrid:
My yellow bedroom
Coronel Tapiocca
Edificio "Limon"; Fumao?; Neko; et al.
Graffiti about graffiti
A festival for a saint
Ham bingo
In Spain it is only legal to hang around drinking on the street during Saint days. Drinking on the street is called botellón. Don't get too jealous of my Spanish abilities, I can teach you some other words.
When you are in Madrid you have to drink coke mixed with box wine in giant plastic cups. It's called calimocho. Another popular drink is box wine mixed with lemon Fanta. That's called tinto de verano. Try it at your next party!
Lots of people are becoming moms lately, and I think that's cool, but I decided to become an aunt instead. That's one of the reasons that I've been so busy. Having a baby in your family is not all fun and baby-proofing... it also takes a long time to pick out names and snowsuits.
Here are some blurry pictures of empty places and people standing around in Madrid:
My yellow bedroom
Coronel Tapiocca
Edificio "Limon"; Fumao?; Neko; et al.
Graffiti about graffiti
A festival for a saint
Ham bingo
In Spain it is only legal to hang around drinking on the street during Saint days. Drinking on the street is called botellón. Don't get too jealous of my Spanish abilities, I can teach you some other words.
When you are in Madrid you have to drink coke mixed with box wine in giant plastic cups. It's called calimocho. Another popular drink is box wine mixed with lemon Fanta. That's called tinto de verano. Try it at your next party!
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Seven weeks of staying up all night (summer 1)
Here's all the old news from the summer:
Abi got married! The ceremony was mystical and cute at the same time.
Nora, Pat and I drove to Prince Edward Island for Karen's wedding. Here's Nora in the loneliest McCafe WiFi Hotspot in North America.
Pat is telling his friend that we haven't gotten to Bangor yet, but we're still going to Bangor.
This is the bridge from New Brunswick (Canada, not NJ) to Prince Edward Island. $40 Canadian toll -- that's like $100 US!
They call it The Gentle Island. More like the Gentile Island! Just kidding. It was gentle and magical.
Everyone was camping on the beach except me and Delia. When we finally got there it was dark, and the campsite was a mixture of people trying to sleep (everyone) and people who think they're tailgating outside an R.E.M. concert (us).
The wedding was at Kirby's family's house, literally right on the ocean. My pictures don't really do the location justice! But I don't know if it matters, because is there anyone reading this blog who either (a) wasn't at the wedding or (b) has never been to a house right on the beach? I know that sounds like a controversial question, but I am almost sure that the answer is "no."
Weisses!
Lobstercaust
When we were driving home, Nora said, "I've heard this is the most robbed McDonalds in the U.S.!" Pat said, "does the Hamburgler live nearby?"
Then, it was time for me to go. Not to sound conceited, but people felt sad, like Francey.
And Eddie. Actually, I did not take this picture. It mysteriously appeared on my camera.
And then I was gone!
As I previously mentioned, I went to London Fields and hung out with this dog eating a beer can.
Buildings that look like owls in East London.
The edge of either England or France.
Spain
Spain started to look suspiciously like Southern California as the plane got closer to Madrid.
... And here, my troubles began.
Abi got married! The ceremony was mystical and cute at the same time.
Nora, Pat and I drove to Prince Edward Island for Karen's wedding. Here's Nora in the loneliest McCafe WiFi Hotspot in North America.
Pat is telling his friend that we haven't gotten to Bangor yet, but we're still going to Bangor.
This is the bridge from New Brunswick (Canada, not NJ) to Prince Edward Island. $40 Canadian toll -- that's like $100 US!
They call it The Gentle Island. More like the Gentile Island! Just kidding. It was gentle and magical.
Everyone was camping on the beach except me and Delia. When we finally got there it was dark, and the campsite was a mixture of people trying to sleep (everyone) and people who think they're tailgating outside an R.E.M. concert (us).
The wedding was at Kirby's family's house, literally right on the ocean. My pictures don't really do the location justice! But I don't know if it matters, because is there anyone reading this blog who either (a) wasn't at the wedding or (b) has never been to a house right on the beach? I know that sounds like a controversial question, but I am almost sure that the answer is "no."
Weisses!
Lobstercaust
When we were driving home, Nora said, "I've heard this is the most robbed McDonalds in the U.S.!" Pat said, "does the Hamburgler live nearby?"
Then, it was time for me to go. Not to sound conceited, but people felt sad, like Francey.
And Eddie. Actually, I did not take this picture. It mysteriously appeared on my camera.
And then I was gone!
As I previously mentioned, I went to London Fields and hung out with this dog eating a beer can.
Buildings that look like owls in East London.
The edge of either England or France.
Spain
Spain started to look suspiciously like Southern California as the plane got closer to Madrid.
... And here, my troubles began.
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