i spent a year with eric in india... now he spends his years in a boat he owns in washington. when he's not civil engineering the world, he's making music... and i now know... he's making it with his boat. enjoy his creativity and thoughtful lyrics. you can find some of his other clever creations HERE. and notice the album cover? i was happy to help out!
college really is a truly unique time of life. away from home, you step into your own, decide for yourself what is important and what direction you'll head in life. you don't know enough to realize you really don't know anything at all. some people may believe college is the best time of your life. they tend to live in the past, wishing they could live in those days with little responsibility and unappreciated freedom. i hope to never become this but to instead enjoy each season for what it brings and the smile that comes to my face as...
Read Morehere is no one else i've shared a room with longer than ally. first, it was 315 petticoat lane, boyd hall, then a semester in prague, only to finish out our academic career with a spacious one bedroom on hunting. fall of 2000, we entered k-state together, she in interior architecture and i in architecture. our room was the best in the hall and if you ever came to visit, she would entertain you with quite a thorough tour. she stayed up with me at night as i finished up projects for she felt guilty sleeping as i worked. funny...
Read Morewritten may 29, 2006 i sit in the airport once again, this time unaware of the people sitting besides me or walking in front of me. sometimes you forget how much a person means to you until you say goodbye. my mind is still at the front of the airport where i just left holly. it was the kind of goodbye where you don't say much for your watery eyes say it all. i let the tears fall unashamed. some people, we don't feel deserving of, and we find ourselves blessed to call them 'friend.' she's one of those. my dad...
Read MoreGroom and Group Two of my Big Brothers We throw fire, not rice The girls [Tessa, I and Kelly]
sometimes, i cannot distinguish one weekend from another...they begin to blur in my head. i can describe these weekends as comfortable, productive or uneventful. i don't mind them, in fact, i frequently need these rests. but there are also other kinds of weekends; those i'll remember for years to come. they are marked by an event, a feeling, a moment, a memory. for some reason, they have been given significance, etching themselves into my mind. i don’t know whether it was seeing friends for the first time since graduation, enjoying a marriage celebration, or walking around a piece of capital...
Read Morei always hated coffee. we would take studio breaks and walk down to radina's for a cup o' joe, i would opt for my alternative, tea. i just couldn't stand the bitter black drink. it didn't matter how much cream and sugar i added, nothing could beat my hot berry, or christmas chi. i must admit now, i have come to appreciate the caffeinated wonder, but my first love is not rooted in those potent beans. over a good cup of tea do people relax and open up. as they are inhaling the warm sweetness do they let their guard down...
Read Morei said goodbye to another friend today. she has moved on to the next chapter in this story we call life. she has left the place where our friendship was established and where it flourished to pursue God's adventure. i'm jealous of the life she will soon begin because she will move on without me. it's hard to let her go. it's hard to swallow the thought that i will not be on her daily list of people she sees or that our activities will no longer cross paths in the hall. i, once tightly bound with the people she...
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