I’ve understood that some are having trouble seeing this movie at work and such, so I’m embedding it here.

I’m finished with another final project and have posted part of it online.  Since photographic prints can’t be seen over the internet, this video and photo gallery will have to suffice.

Video
Photo Gallery

I posted a new Video and as promised here are my two new essays as well…

History Presentation - Video
History Essay
English Essay

Often, when I reach the end of a novel it takes me as long to read the last 15 pages as it took to read every page before them.  Regardless of the feeling of accomplishment that can be extrapolated from such a task as finishing a novel, it means letting go.

I seem to be doing the same thing with school.  Everything I did this semester was on time, but now I’m down to the wire and my last essay is sitting on my computer unprinted and I want to ask for an extension.  Not because it’s unfinished, but because I’m unwilling to finish.  This has been a good semester in school and I don’t want to let go quite yet.

You don’t understand the goodness.  Colby might, he’s Haitian.  Most North Americans cannot begin to fathom how great of a cook my Virginia is.  She made an asparagus puree pasta sauce for supper last night and I transcended into a higher plane of culunarity.

It is indeed difficult to comprehend and sadly, I’m not sharing the recipe with anyone lest it become common.

Seriously though people.  I’ve been on a natural food kick for a few weeks now. (on and off since it’s damn hard)  Now I reject processed foods.  Life is better without them.  Furthermore, I reject grocery store meat and candy.

When you get a chance, pursue culinary cleanliness and cook your own dinner and bake your own bread.  My next project is French bread and Indian Nan.  Then I’m learning to make tortillas.

I used to spend my March Break visiting my dad on fabulous St. Joseph’s Island.  The week would go by with me working in the woods stretching rubber lines around trees and putting stickers on maple syrup cans.  Things have changed allot at the Pancake House and maybe for me too, since I spent my break this year building a web site.

I talked to my friend in the Dominican Republic yesterday.  I’m going to call him Pedro instead of Peter since it sounds more Caribbean.  (He’s from Fargo)  Virginia and I really miss it there and hope we can go back someday, if not as tourists then in some other context.  We might like to go and work for New Horizons again.  God works in mysterious was is a nice way of saying we’re stupid and have no idea of what’s in store for us.  Whether we’re spiritual or not, rest assured life is going to present you with choices you get to make for yourself.  So why spend all your time making the choices everyone else expects you to make when you can live free and within the context of what you believe to lead a satisfying life.  This seems so much more logical than living up to everyone else’s ‘visions.’

When Virginia and I got married someone told us our marriage shamed the name of Christ and I’ve always thought about that.  What is a shameful existence really?  Well, decide for yourself but I’m going to go ahead and think it’s a life lived within the context of other peoples opinions.  Instead of setting boundaries and goals for yourself, you absorb the template put forward by others and live a monotone life, forever assimilated into Mediocratic Autometry.