Lowliest of the Low

In my oppinion, there is nothing on Earth more disgusting then a person who is entierly dovted to themself. There is nothing more loathsome than someone to whome there is nothing more important than their own personal satisfaction. No friend, familly member, or lover to value more than its own personal pleasure. No higher thing or principle--not even the vague conception or wright and wrong--which it values above its own satisfaction. All living things have to take care of themselves, but most people would be willing to sacrifice at least some of their comforts and desires for something that they truely believe to be worth-while.
This is the lowest, most revolting form of life.

Home and College

Well, here I am back at Muhlenberg. I can't quite bring myself to believe that I'm back. Life here has a kind of surreal quality too it. I feel like I'm going to wake up back in New York surrounded by busy streets and tall building and go to see Harry and Veronica or go off and train at Kyokushin or wrestle with my little brother. Instead I'm here and classes started again just this morning. How did that happen? I'm pretty excited about my courses and would say that everything was perfect if only I didn't have Chemistry lab again.
I didn't expect to feel as nostalgic as I did when I left New York. I guess there's just a piece of the city in me that won't go away. You can take me out of the city but it doesn't look like you can take the city out of me. Even so, it's good to be here seeing old friends again. And it's especially good to be here with Kate again.

Ice-Cream Metaphores

Life is a lot like eating a bowl of ice-cream.
First you decide that you want ice-creame...so you go and get a tub of ice-cream. Except that you don't have a bowl to eat it from, so you go looking for a bowl. You can't find the bowl, but you do find a spoon--which is good since you need the spoon to eat the ice-cream. Except that when you get back you get back you realize that now you can't find the ice-cream. So you go looking for the ice-cream. You find the bowl, but not the ice-cream, so now you have a bowl and a spoon with which to eat the ice-cream, but no ice-cream. So keeping looking and eventually you manage to find the bowl, spoon, and ice-cream all at once and you can finally settle down and eat your ice-cream. But by then you've started thinking about how ice-cream isn't really good for you anyway and you decide to give up on the whole thing, put the bowl, spoon and ice-cream back where you found them and go jogging instead.
And you know what? That's ok though, because jogging is cool too.

Montauk, Montauk

Well, I just had a great week in Montauk with Kate and my familly. We swam in the pool and the ocean, whichKate had never been in before. Another noteworthy even was that for the first time in years (and I'm not exagerating here) I beat my mother and little brother at minigolf...I also got the hole-in-one at the end of the course for the first time ever and won a free game in the process! You had to be there to get it. We lounged around the awsomeness that is Montauk and droped in on east Hampton, the rather stuffy--yet chic--summer home of the idle rich.

The only hitch in the week was when we went crab fishing and some crabs decided to go people fishing instead and almost got Kate. Luckily, she'll always be the big one that got away, and made it out in one piece (except for some scrapes and a mild laseration).

Best of all, Kate and I went star gazing at night and lay there together on the deck, looking up at the heaven above us. Now that is something to remember.

Fields of Sunshine

And so it ended. We all worked our final day on the carts or giving tours, went down to the staff cafeteria for the last time, and trooped out to the terrace so that we could all feast together and relax. Fried plantaines, curly fries, chicken, pasta, and wild rice. When we were working we felt like it would never end, and yet here it had. It reminded me a bit of the end of highschool. I was ready to move on, but still a bit nostalgic about it. They were all good people and despite the fact that I only knew them for a few weeks, I got closer to them than I have with people that I've known for years. Maybe it has something to do with being stuck in each other's company for five hours a day, every day.
There we all were, lying out on the grass in the sunshine, laughing and remembering the good times as golden summer blew over us, passing away. Every end is also a beginning, so while I may feel nostalgic for what I leave behind, I'm also excited for what waits for me ahead. Still, it's sad whenever there is a parting of the ways. The end is a beggining, but it is a different beggining for each of us.

Semmy will go on to do her clinicals at college. Her first major step in becoming the nurse practioner that she wants to be.

Yu has already borded the plane to San Fransisco where he will visit with his Grandmother before leaving for college. He is already half-way done and a already much closer to yet an another and an even bigger beggining that I am.

Joanna will go to college and come back to dig in her garden and harvest her vegetables while her sister, Alda, looks on and makes bitter, cynical comments...and I am sure that both of them will be very happy.

Max will return from his trip to Bermuda and keep doing exactly what he did before meeting us: being cynical and speaking Japanese.

Gen will work at Museum in the special exhibits untill January, and eventually he will leave and figure out what he wants to do with himself.

And I? I will return to Muhlenberg on my own adventure: to try my hand at medicine for the first time, to face down Organic Chemistry--where the men are sepparated from the boys, to try having a social life again, and to return to the company of a woman that I adore.

Every end is a beggining...but first, can I get a MEEP MEEP!
Here's to golden days in a field of sunshine.

THoughts from Winter's Tale

"'What's Money?' asked Peter Lake."
"'Money is what you give the monkey, or the monkey pee on you,' replied the organ grinder."
--Winter's Tale, byMark Helprin

Were truer words ever spoken?