In honor of Gabriel Isaiah Johnson, who’s about 26 hours old right now, I present the Baby Name Wizard. It charts the popularity of first names over the last century. As you type in a name you can watch the graph climb.
The other night we headed out to Chan (as the locals call Chanhassen) to hang with some new friends. They introduced us to the card game Killer Bunnies. It kind of has a D&D feel, with a bit of Pokemon (not that I’ve ever played either). The game has tons of expansion decks and just gets bigger and bigger.
We went out and bought the game for ourselves the next day.
Yesterday’s nostalgic trip down memory lane prompted the ever-popular search for old high school friends I’ve lost touch with. Of course none of my high school friends are as Internet-geeky as I am. A simple google search will find me pretty quickly, but finding my friends is another story.
I did manage to find one person: Sgt. Jeremiah James. Of course when I knew him he wasn’t a Sergeant in the U.S. Army. Last time I saw him he was talking about joining the army and becoming a Ranger. I’ve heard bits about him hear and there, stories of a fire fight in Iraq, rumors of being shipped to Germany. But I’ve never been able to get in touch with him. Today I managed to find a story about his experiences in Iraq, including the story of that fire fight. His picture is exactly as I remember it. I’m hoping to track him down and get in touch, this time for real.
A call on the phone and an unexpected surprise. You’re what? Okay, I answered, with no small hint of joy. And so a welcome break begins and chance to cast work aside for the day. We took in the sights and the sounds of the city, without the burden of making a buck on the streets. By the kindness of a stranger we viewed the masterpieces, saw the creations of those the world holds dear. But nothing impressed me more than sitting on the shore of Lake Michigan, looking out across the water, with you. It wasn’t even pretty water. There was no beach, it was just a concrete drop off. And the water was filled with boats–a virtual boat parking lot. Yet it still calmed my soul and eased my mind more than any of man’s million dollar works of art. The creation of God–the warm sunshine, the clear water–and you.
Well, it’s officially spring. Today it was finally warm enough to don the shorts and have class outside. The two sure signs of spring.
“I still can’t believe you two,” he started. “I still have to do a double take when I see you guys together.”
So do I. So do I. Sometimes it’s strange how things work out. You just can’t explain it. The next thing you know you don’t want to let go. You find yourself looking back to catch one last glimpse before it’s time to go.
While sitting at my desk this morning in my pajamas, reading an e-mail, I heard a knock at the door. Annoyed, I stomped over to the door, grumbling about roommates who forget their keys. I opened the door to a bouquet of flowers. Not for me, but for one of my roommates. It was his girlfriend. She was standing there all dressed up with flowers in one hand and a plate of breakfast rolls for the townhouse in the other. “Fresh out of the oven,” she offered. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself, standing there in my pajamas, grumbling only moments before about flowers and food.
Thirty-five cent sundaes and a drunk woman puking in the bathroom. Lovely bookends for a three hour conversation with a friend. Sometimes you really need that time to talk. It’s surprising how something as insignificant as that can lighten the load.
In some sense, today is going to be a continuation, or maybe an explanation of yesterday’s ponderings. As I knew would happen, one of you called me on what I was saying, and I had to admit that I wasn’t quite sure what I was saying. That’s the joy of pondering, you figure it out as you go along. And sometimes you need a little outside assistance, which is where all of you come in.
Yesterday I was wondering about friends coming in and out of our lives. Being in college, it seems to be happening a lot. I think I came across as questioning the value of friendships that fade away. I’m not trying to do that. I’m convinced of the value of those friendships. I think I was questioning the activities those friendships centered around. Twice now, I’ve had friendships that were epitomized in certain activities. When the activities ended, the friendship wasn’t over. It may have changed, but it wasn’t over. I’m not questioning those friendships. They’d be pretty shallow friendships if they ended that way. I’m wondering about the activity itself and the hope I put in that activity.
Arg. Papers, finals, stress. Somebody shoot me. It’s the ever-joyful end of the semester, and the teachers are just piling the work on. Or maybe it’s all my procrastination catching up with me. Probably the latter, so here I am, enjoying the hell weeks of college. And yet I still find time to do this—I’ve got to keep my sanity somehow Mom, gimme a break.
You know, friends are cool. One thing I’ve learned since coming to college is the value of friendships. Your friends will make you who you are. Friends can influence you and provide insight in ways you never thought imaginable. I only bring it up because last night some friends and I stayed up until 2:30 a.m. learning the value of the relationships we had.
Considering that, I have to wonder why we are so often entertained by sarcastic and witty comments that only serve to degrade others? I’m only teasing—but are you really? Someone told me that every joke is half true. Think about it. So what’s the point? Is the laughter worth the strain on a valuable friendship?
With that in mind, I’m gonna take another leap (Kevin’s Daily Ponderings now become Kevin’s Daily Segues) and wonder why we humans always have to be so negative. You know, if we were just a little more positive, and didn’t cut each other down, and had a good attitude—life would be a lot more fun. So what am I suggesting, that we all join the local Optimists club and sit down to a round of half full drinks? I don’t think so.
I’m just saying that we should stop a minute and think about what we’re doing. I walk down the halls of Bethel College and my eyes wander from person to person, judging. I glare at that girl who annoys me, and exchange understanding glances with my sympathizers. I slam my roommate, and laugh, thinking he can handle anything. The last thing the Body of Christ needs, and the world in general, is more of these walls and barriers. Wouldn’t life be better if we were all friends?
It’s sad to think that we won’t achieve that until eternity—but that doesn’t mean we can’t try.