Sunday, November 23, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
There's something indescribably satisfying about being able to see your own breath when it's cold enough. Like 15 degrees cold. Even when I'm currently in the middle of Nowhere, North Dakota.
It's unbelievable how our bodies work. I see my breath and realize that a split-second ago, it used to be something else. Sure, a childish way of describing the Krebs cycle, respiration, etc.. but still. How effortlessly we breathe in this unseen but necessary purity and paradoxically transform it into a kind of poison, the somber truth being that without any of this taking place, we'd be dead.
Hah. Is the parallelism I'm going with that obvious?
The Unseen will keep us alive and kicking.. even hoping.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
For our generation, this is like watching a man step foot on the moon. This day is that enormous.
And to all those who have wondered if America's beacon still burns as bright: Tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity and unyielding hope.
Proud to be an American.