today from my car at a red light I watched a trio at the stopwalk, two girls and a boy, a year or two younger than I, perhaps. both the girls had med. short edgy haircuts, the likes of which I often secretly used to wish I had the creativity or hardy intestines to try, one her natural dirty blonde and the other very stand-out in a bright blonde; bleached enough to appear unnatural, but platinum enough to look cool. Both girls seemed comfortable in their long, light jeans-shorts and long, light, baggy plaid shirts. muchacho was wearing tighter darker jeans, a dark green shirt and dark facial hair -- the kind every almost-twenty-something young man desirous of facial hair hopes to have -- in a trendy-lengthed outgrowth around his jowls and chin. (Like a beard, but too short to have escaped the comforts of his chin's dropoff. [Does this still technically qualify as a beard?])

They crossed the street and walked and talked. The three of them. Maybe they had called each other up beforehand to get together. Maybe they had plans, a destination. Maybe they didn't.
Maybe they were just walking and talking for the sake of walking and talking. And relating. That sounds good, living life together.

remarkable day!

Highlights

of my first night's work at the sushi restaurant.

- Tasting Uni
- Quail egg shooter.

"Somebody come, you help them. Take order, you know? Okay?"

21cAmer

We have enough time to keep repeat rapport with a shiny box
even one in the kitchen
but we don't have time or words to make dessert from scratch together, as a family.

We've just enough money to buy eclairs, but
can't
afford
oranges?

Sixty dollars for spaghetti and
half-cent conversation.

We'runnin outta syllabs.
consonants. consonance.
vwls.
vws.

hrmny.

breathe something new

"will they look back and see a Church too comfortable, insulated from the pain of the rest of the world, empty of compassion, and devoid of deeds? Will they write about a people who stood by and watched while a hundred million died of AIDS and 50 million children were orphaned, of Christians who lived in luxury and self-indulgence while millions died for lack of food and water? Will schoolchildren read in disgust about a Church that had the wealth to build great sanctuaries but lacked the will to build schools, hospitals and clinics?"

Hopefully not, but we need to apply our lives to this hope and not just our idealism. I don't think we can do it by ourselves...

he loves us.

my life is changing