Sunday, December 29, 2013

Hark The Herald Angels Scream

And so the holidays are officially over. Santa has come, the presents have been opened, the cookies have been eaten, and the snow is starting to melt. 

The cousins are here, the cookies are out, the sugar is fading, and the screaming continues.

I think it's time to go home. 

Being here at home has been great. I've gotten to see all the people I've missed for the last few months. I've been visited by family, worked a few shifts with coworkers, and gone on adventures with friends. I feel like I'm back to my normal routine. School was a vacation, but now I'm home. This is where I grew up. Sure, I lived in our little house in Alger for the first three years of my life, but for fifteen years I've lived here. My life has been molded around the schedule of 1702 Sentinal. This is where I belong, isn't it? 

I'm not so sure any more. Life has moved on in my absence. I'm no longer an integral part of what goes on in this house. There are so many things that have changed since I left, and while I love being here, it just doesn't feel like I live here any more. 

And quite honestly, I've had enough vacation. I'm exhausted. I get annoyed with people really quickly. I need normality, a defined schedule, something to direct my existence. I'm sick of waking up every day and thinking "Well, I wonder what I'll do today?" 

Or the dreaded alternative: "You've got one free day this week? Good! Guess what we're doing!" 

I think as college students we're all feeling it. I'm certainly not the first one to say they're ready to go back to school. 

That being said, it's been a great Christmas break so far. I got to go shopping with Nifer, have a peaceful Christmas morning with my family, see my cousins from Iowa for the Piersma family Christmas, hang out with the guys and play Battlefront until 2:00 in the morning, and today hang out with the Middleville and Tennessee cousins for the Dokter family Christmas. 

But I've had enough screaming children. I need silence. I need rest. I need peace. 

I need classes. I need homework. I need schedules. 

I need home.

My song for today: I See Fire by Ed Sheeran. It's featured at the end of The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug. No significance, just a cool song that I just learned to play. 


The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

And On Earth, Peace.

I have to say, after 18 years of Christmases here, the magic hasn't faded.

We just got home from our church's Christmas Eve service. As usual, at least 60% of the Piersmas were in some way involved. This year Jared made his debut on bass (props to him: he hadn't seen the music until today and jumped in like a pro), I played guitar, Seth lit hundreds upon hundreds of candles, Dad sang, and as far as I know Mom and Luke just kinda chilled. It was a beautiful service, reminding me to stay grounded in the true reason for the season.

Now we're waiting for the feast to begin. We set out a nice table cloth, unpack the nice dishes, pour a glass of sparkling grape juice, and then mow down a giant spread of chicken wings, mozzarella sticks, bacon water-chestnuts, shrimp cocktail, and chocolate fondue (in a very sophisticated way, of course). The DVDs are queued up: tonight, A Charlie Brown Christmas and The Nativity Story.

One thing I love about Christmas in the Piersma household is that it is first and foremost about Christ, about how the Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We so easily get caught up in the commercialism of the season, the lights, the food, the presents. Or we get caught up in our own issues: we can't afford Christmas, we can't stand our family any more, we're too upset to enjoy the season. All of these are real issues, but none of them keep in mind that the Christmas season is *not* for us. It's not about our happiness, or seeing our families, or even about "loving each other" (as Hallmark would have us believe).

It's about one small, cold, little baby, born in a tiny cave full of animals somewhere in the Middle East. It's about God putting aside His glory and becoming one of us. It's about the creator of our entire universe stepping down and moving into our neighborhood.

It's about a baby who would become a man, a man who would die to save us all.

That's real love.

But... that doesn't mean a little commercialism isn't fun.

There will always be some magic in seeing stockings overflowing with candy and toys, beautifully wrapped boxes appearing overnight beneath the tree, half eaten cookies left on the plate that was so carefully prepared for Santa. Even though we're all older and we all know the truth, that feeling of joy on Christmas morning will never fade away. There's nothing better than seeing the glow on my little brother's face when he tears into a box and I know instantly he got exactly what he wanted, the Hallelujah Chorus thundering in the background. These are the memories I will carry for a lifetime.

So tonight, remember: Unto us a child is born. Unto us a son is given.

And don't forget to hang up your stockings with care!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MRrWo2kSUiY

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

A Bit of Holiday Cheer (and Fear)

Yesterday was a good day.

I started the day with some Christmas shopping and novel brainstorming with my good friend/nonbiological sister/mother/legal guardian Jennifer. We hit up the mall and even ran into Hannah Rush! The little bros had a snow day, so when I got home we got to hang out and play games and make snow Daleks. I also got to Skype Sierra and have some fun catching up! Granted, our Internet seemed to have other ideas, but with some clever teamwork we got it figured out. I'd like to take this time to give a shoutout to Sierra Hernandez, who is currently crocheting a spectacular scarf, instead of just a small triangle or (in my case) a straight line.

I'd also like to take this time to give a shoutout to all the Five Below friends I got to see in the last few days! I got to see my favorite friend/manager Kelsey, who despite being only a year older than me seems convinced that I'm five years old. I also got to see Nick and Kayla, who I've been working with for over a year. All of us were hired at the opening of the store, and whenever I work, they're the people I hope to see scheduled alongside me. I also got to meet some new coworkers who were hired in my absence this fall! They all seem pretty cool, and I'm glad to have made their acquaintance, even if it's unlikely I'll ever be around to work with most of them again.

Can I just say that I love my job? Example: last night I was getting really frustrated by the amount of iPhone cases that had been torn open and thrown around the media section, which I was required to clean. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye I spotted a little girl, probably not more than four or five. She caught my eye and ducked shyly behind a shelf. I smiled at her and went back to work. She peeked around the corner again, and when I turned to look she giggled and disappeared. I quickly ducked behind a shelf, and we proceeded to play an impromptu game of peekaboo for the next five minutes. In those short minutes I was the happiest I'd been all night.

Just a few hours later I was driving home. I had gotten out of work late, and the roads were still slick from the ice storm the night before. Now, those of you who know the Grandville/Wyoming area know that on 52nd approaching Burlingame there is a fairly large pond on either side of the street. Normally I don't go all the way to Burlingame on the way home, but instead turn onto Pinnacle. Tonight the roads decided that wasn't an option. I braked early as the weather warranted, but it didn't make a difference. I instantly went into a slide that took me far past the Pinnacle intersection. I managed to keep the car in the lane and come to a stop about 100 yards from Burlingame. I sat there for a moment, letting my heart slow and the adrenaline fade. That was when I noticed I wasn't alone. Just a few feet ahead of me there was a car. It was off the road, teetering on the edge of the pond. The scariest part? It was facing the wrong way. The car had apparently taken the turn too quickly and slid across my lane into the pond. There was no one in the car, but no cops had arrived to assess the scene. My guess would be that it had occurred about ten minutes before I arrived. Had I not been held up at work, I would have been at or near the intersection at right about the time the car lost control.

Granted, any slight variation in the timeline would have made me completely miss the event, so I'm not saying this was some diversionary act of God. I mean, I could have tied my shoe in the parking lot and completely missed the accident. Heck, I still probably would have missed it entirely if I had gotten out on time. But that's not the point. The point is that I got lucky. I could have just as easily been the one in the pond. But I'm not. And I thank God for that.

What exactly is the point of this story? I haven't the slightest idea. But I figured I haven't posted a blog in a few days, and I need content. So there it is.

Now I'm sitting in my basement, the sounds of coffee grinders, rocket launchers, and Christmas carols assaulting my ears. Gosh, I've missed this. Looks like a day of rest in the Piersma household. I've hit my breaking point, and it's time to recharge. Maybe that's what God's telling me. Maybe what I needed to stop stressing was potential for a good old-fashioned near-death experience.

My song for today: More Bad Weather On The Way by Steve Martin and the Steep Canyon Rangers. Yes, the actor, Steve Martin (who is surprisingly good at the banjo). What with all the snow and ice, I could use a little bluegrass to relax to. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oxmk3ZSYrBg

That's all for today, folks!

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Snowwwwwwwwwww

It's snowing.

Again.

It's literally been snowing almost every day I've been here. It's as if nature knew I needed that beautiful view of vast, fluffy whiteness outside my window. Then again, the view from my window is the underside of a large bush and a concrete retaining wall, so...

Still, there's something oddly comforting about waking up in the middle of the night and seeing the glow of Christmas lights outside.

The soft emptiness of it all is exactly what I needed after a week of cluttered papers, glaring computer screens, and overtaxed emotions. When the world is like it is today, I feel like I can forget all my cares, all my obligations...

Oh wait. I'm on Christmas break. I *have* no obligations.

Besides work. I worked last night. It was awful. So many people demanding my attention, so many items strewn across the wrong shelves, so many mountains of boxes to tear into in the back room... and yet, somehow it felt like home. As much as I complained about it all day, I've missed work. My Five Below friends have missed me too. They gave me donuts last time. It was awesome. Granted, the work is sometimes exhausting, but I love my job.

That wasn't the only great thing that happened yesterday. I also got to talk to Sierra, my "Spanish beauty" (as my grandfather calls her) after some early morning Christmas shopping. We were clever and used the magic of Skype and the Internet to watch Wicked together, which I had never seen. It was a blast, and it's good to know that even though we're on opposite sides of the country right now, we can still have just as much fun as we do when we live 100 yards away! Besides, how else are we going to finish that ever-growing list of things we need to watch?

So now I'm sitting alone in my kitchen, about to munch on some Schwann's "Bacon Singles" (basically little breakfast pizzas) and read Game of Thrones. In a bit I'm going to go see an old friend and get some coffee. Wondering who? Here's a hint: her name ends in "-annah Rush" and she's obsessed with zebra .

Well, my food is done cooking, so it's time to wrap up. I need a good song for this post. Hmmmm....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CH2KGboA35c

Just saying, Sierra, Mal-Mal, Krajecki, and I can bust out some spectacular 4-part harmony on this song.

Well, goodbye for now, adoring fans!

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Sunday, December 15, 2013

A Warm Kind of Cold

It's cold.

Like, really cold.

20 degrees and snowing cold.

And I wouldn't trade it for the world. 

Honestly, it's really nice to be home. I can hear the familiar sounds of Fox Soccer Channel emanating from the living room, Dad's occasional shouts of joy when United score another goal. I've spent the last two days stepping on thousands of Lego pieces in the basement as I try to maneuver to the counter for some Minecrafting with the little bros. I've been curling up by the fire to watch classic Christmas movies, mashing buttons and talking smack in front of the old GameCube, and just laying back in bed, listening to the sounds of the house at night. It's honestly the most relaxing feeling. I've been in need of this after two consecutive all-nighters during finals week. I love listening to Dad yell about his soccer game, Jared and Seth throwing clever banter back and forth, Luke chiming in with all of the wisdom of a seven-year-old, and Mom just trying to get everyone to the dinner table. What a wonderful cacophony. 

At the same time, it's weird not being home. I wake up in the middle of the night, hungry for some ramen, expecting to hear the familiar sound of Sherlock listening to his evening dubstep. I jump out of bed, expecting a fall but hitting the ground instantly. Then I remember I'm not on a bunk bed, tucked away in the basement of South Hall. The sights and sounds I've grown accustomed to have been replaced. The constant presence of the people I call my family has completely disappeared. I miss bro time with Tater and Curly. I miss having early-morning meetings with my freshmen chapel leaders. I miss watching Doctor Who and making ALL the references with Sierra. I miss late-night gaming with Sherlock. I miss Mal-Mal's constant adorable giggling. I somehow even miss Erin and Krajecki's incessant screaming (I mean, to a point). 

Add to that the fact that my entire biological family is busy (my dad works, my mom teaches, and my brothers still have a full week of school) and bingo! I'm bored as heck. Even my friends at Calvin College still have three days of exams. 

It's weird living in two different worlds. 

But hey. I'm home, and in a few weeks, I'll be home again. 

It's time, I believe, for a Godzilla: Destroy All Monsters smackdown. May the best player win (likely by unplugging the other players' controllers)! 

Song for this post: Carol of the Bells by The Piano Guys. Because I can never resist a good string piece. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9GtPX6c_kg&list=PLETuopLfmKSOb-nLxMHGa0tOLUjCGanEs

Laterz, people. Nathan out. 

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

How To Survive Finals Week Fatigue (Without Coffee)

Are you in need of motivation? Running low on energy? Coffee just not doing it for you any more? Finals Week can be hard on your focus and mental drive, but we've got you covered. The Road Goes Ever On and On brings you ten great songs to keep you energized and on task!

1. Europa- Globus (Instrumental)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6uX0MWetHA

2. Star Trek- Enterprising Young Men
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FapcoqvfkNQ

3. Europe- The Final Countdown
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EG7wB3G-xp0

4. The Lord of the Rings- Full Soundtrack (Because why not?)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPJT12-wrCY

5. Pokemon- Theme Song (Season 1)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DqXlSwBIHFc

6. Starship- Get Back Up
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fyyrWmWqQN8

7. John Williams- Raider's March (from Indiana Jones)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bTpp8PQSog

8. Doctor Who- I Am the Doctor (Season 5 Theme)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5D-QPDGhCtM

9. StarCraft II- Heaven's Devils (Terran Theme)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mXWy7hcf2pY

And of course, no list would be complete without....

10. Dropkick Murphys- Cadence to Arms/Do or Die
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_46MsHe3XU

Hang in there, folks! Just a few days to go!

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Monday, December 9, 2013

Glory, Glory to the Red Team

So today's post isn't going to have anything in the way of content. It's simply going to be a collection of inspiring speeches and moments to help you all stay strong during this hectic week. First up:

Aragorn's speech from The Return of the King
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EXGUNvIFTQw

Theoden's speech from The Two Towers
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PyZpiuusa2k

Leeroy Jenkins
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkCNJRfSZBU

Bicycle Kid
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eaIvk1cSyG8

Liam Neeson in The Grey
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9hnYXb9y9I

Sarge in Red Vs. Blue Season 5
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2eHyGgZLsGk

Sarge in Red Vs. Blue Season 8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-o9OznSaQ0

Be inspired! Be motivated! Now get out there and kill those exams!

FORTH EORLINGAS!

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.





Sunday, December 8, 2013

Forth, and Fear No Darkness!

It's midnight, and the laundry room is crowded with bleary-eyed students, sipping coffee and staring blankly at books, notes, or computer screens, hoping that maybe they can somehow cram just a few more useless facts into their heads before they either start bleeding out of the ears from information overload or simply die of exhaustion. The halls were dead today. Rooms were locked, the normal ambient music was turned off; the only sounds were scratching pencils, clacking keys, and the occasional "Hey, can you shut up? I'm trying to study."

It's that time of year, folks. The time when teachers assign four or five papers apiece, students stare at empty Microsoft Word documents for hours at a time, the BBC does a roaring trade in coffee, and South Hall's beds could be burned as firewood for all they're being used. 

Yep. Finals Week.

All things considered, though, life is good. I've had a pretty relaxing weekend. South Hall had their annual ugly sweater party, with white elephant gifts and hot chocolate. I got to see the choirs perform at Christmastide, which was INCREDIBLE. I attended a fancy dinner with Sierra to celebrate the performance and ate a delicious meal. I played a couple StarCraft matches with my little bro, nailing down a five-win streak. I got to laze around for hours watching Game of Thrones, although I'm honestly kind of mad about that. Two words: Red Wedding. I regret everything. I even got a free breakfast at 10:30 PM in the dining hall, with donuts and scrambled eggs and cinnamon rolls and all kinds of good stuff. 

As far as exams are concerned, I studied for history all day today and have plenty of time this week to study for my other exams. I'm not particularly stressed. Life is good. Despite the terrors of finals week, I am happier today than I've ever been before. 

So why am I so scared?

Two nights in a row now I've had horrible panic attacks. I don't know what triggered them, but both times I just suddenly felt this weird sensation of dread and the next thing I knew, I was curled up in a ball in my chair, crying my eyes out. I was scared to look over my shoulder, scared to open the door to the bathroom to splash water on my face and calm down, scared to turn out the lights and then climb into bed, scared to even open my eyes once I closed them. The next morning I felt totally fine. 

And for the life of me I don't know why it happened. 

But God is by my side, and I have friends who are here for me. And that's all that matters. I am content. Life is good. 

What I've learned from my fears and the fear of finals: don't over-think things. You can't change the past, and worrying about the future won't make it any easier. What's done is done, and what will pass will come to pass. Learn to let God do the worrying for you. He is in control, even when you feel you aren't. 

Song for tonight: Hope of Morning by Icon for Hire. A bit of an unusual piece for a rock band, but a good one nonetheless. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5e_cbtp4Yo0 

As finals begin, I'd like to kick them off with some quotes from the Lord of the Rings:

 "Forth, and fear no darkness! Arise! Arise, Riders of Theoden! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered! A sword day! A red day! Ere the sun rises!"

"Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends, and break all bonds of fellowship; but it is not this day! An hour of woe, and shattered shields, when the Age of Men comes crashing down; but it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!"


For those facing their fear tomorrow morning, I wish you a sharp mind and iron nerve. 

Goodnight, and good luck!

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.


Thursday, December 5, 2013

Silent Night

Christmas is in the air.

'Tis the season for Christmas shopping with friends, trees in every window, a free candy cane with every purchase, sledding, snowball fights, a nice peppermint mocha, catching up with relatives you haven't seen since Thanksgiving, and of course a cute little church Christmas pageant.

Not to mention political corruption, a supposed affair, a broken family, dangerous travels, unearthly creatures, and the mass genocide of children.

Christmas wasn't a good time with relatives and presents and good food back in the day. Think about it. Mary's pregnant, her fiance isn't the father, and the community will stone her if they find out she's been unfaithful. Joseph's future wife isn't making a great first impression, especially since she's claiming an angel came to her and that she's carrying the Son of God in her belly.

On top of that, a foreign government is issuing a census of the entire nation, forcing the couple to travel across treacherous terrain full of dangerous wildlife, as well as raiders and bandits. At least they're getting away from the town that's casting judgment on their apparent life choices.

Inconveniently enough, Mary goes into labor as they enter the town of Bethlehem, and because of the census there's nowhere to stay. Joseph ends up cutting a deal to stay in a barn behind someone's house, and while they're there Mary has her baby.

Moments later, some dirty but friendly shepherds show up to see the baby, moments after it's born. I can't imagine the happy couple were thrilled at the time. These shepherds were just sitting around, minding their own business, when suddenly a legion of flaming supernatural creatures appeared in the sky and told them to seek a baby born in a manger.

Now on top of all that, a jealous king has decided to hunt down and kill any male child aged 2 and under in an effort to eliminate the threat of a new king rising up from the Jewish people. Now the little family has to flee on yet another perilous journey across the border and away from the mad king.

And yet we try to make Christmas into a pretty little scene with a happy baby, doting parents, clean shepherds with adorable little lambs, and fat little cherubs with halos.

Christmas isn't about how cute baby Jesus was. It's not about shopping, giving gifts, or seeing relatives. It's about God taking on flesh and moving into our neighborhood. And let's be honest, our neighborhood isn't the most friendly.

Song for today: Oh Holy Night, with a little twist. It's a haunting, eerie version of the song that I think is a more accurate reflection of the first Christmas. I can tell you one thing: it sure as heck wasn't no silent night. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zgiyzhtY4B0&feature=youtu.be

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Monday, December 2, 2013

Random Ramblings: Giant Amphibious Laser Sharkasauruses

Gather 'round, friends! It's time for another exciting installment of Random Rambling Monday!

Admittedly, it's not the cleverest of concepts.

But I need to fill an entire post, and so far all I have to talk about is the fact that as of today, The Road Goes Ever On and On has reached over 3,000 views! Thank you, loyal fans, for making this first month so successful. I couldn't have done it without you.

But for reals. It doesn't count when I view the page. So I literally couldn't have views without you people reading.

Last night we watched Pacific Rim. It's a very entertaining movie with great special effects, but it does contain some major plot holes. *Warning: spoilers ahead*

The first issue I had with Pacific Rim was the amount of unnecessary violence in the movie. By this I do not mean that I found the amount of violence offensive. I mean it was literally unnecessary. 90% of the fight scenes were comprised of giant metal robots ineffectively punching giant amphibious laser dinosaurs. Even their highly advanced plasma cannons were next to useless against these things. The only thing that seemed to do any real damage was the sword attached to each robot's arm. My question, then, is this: why not lead with that? Why bother punching the thing in the face and shooting it over and over when one good slice is clearly enough to kill a kaiju instantly? The majority of damage to civilian areas would have been averted, and the length of the movie would have been cut in half.

My second issue: if the aliens sending the kaiju were testing Earth's defenses, why not just send like twenty of them instead of one at a time? We would've gotten flattened (especially since we still haven't figured out the intrinsic value of the sword).

The last issue I took with Pacific Rim is something I've decided to call the Star Trek effect. Have you ever noticed how they construct these mile-long, multi-billion dollar starships that are minutes later ripped apart by a single missile? How can that ever be cost-effective? The same occurs in Pacific Rim. The cost of repeatedly repairing a giant robot that's only going to get torn in half in the next fight far outweighs its marginal success as a defense.

 But hey. Giant robots fighting laser-shark lizards. It doesn't get much better than that.

Christopher Robin has 7-layer tortilla dip Combos. They're really good. Pardon me, I need to steal one.

 Nathan Piersma, signing off!

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Keeping Connected in a Hijacked Holiday

Well, I'm back.

*Points for reference*

As of 5:00 this evening, I am safe and sound in my dorm in South Hall, back from Thanksgiving break. What a great time to catch up with friends and family and go on some adventures!

I arrived at home late Wednesday night to my family watching Doctor Who. I've started something beautiful in this household. I stayed up late playing Minecraft with Jared and Seth, which was exactly what I needed after a fun but stressful semester. I missed those two so much. They are honestly my best friends in the entire world and understand me better than anyone else, despite their heavy sarcasm and constant snarky comments. I even got to hang out with the little guy, who I've missed more than anybody after our tearful farewell on move-in day. There's an unspoken bond between oldest and youngest. Anyone in this situation knows what I mean. 

The next day I got up and went to my grandparents' house for Piersma family Thanksgiving. Grandma Piersma cooked a fantastic meal as always, with turkey, mashed potatoes, green been casserole, and stuffing (not to mention both apple and pumpkin pie!) I got to meet my second cousins (which I did not know I had) and spend more quality time with my brothers, gaming again into the wee hours of the night.

Friday I returned to my post at Five Below. My, how I've missed running around that store. I got to see so many of my good work friends and meet some new ones! It was absolutely out of control all night (being Black Friday), but I made some money and got to see my fellow associates. I'm going to miss them, but I'll see them over the holidays!

"The holidays". What a meaningless term. "Happy holidays!" "It's the holiday season!" "And now for your favorite holiday music!" 

Honestly, it bothers me so much. 

I understand that people don't want a religion forced on them, but seriously. Christmas is by definition a Christian holiday. It is about the birth of Christ. CHRISTmas. And yet for some reason, people feel they have the right to take our holiday, rip Christ out of it, and make it a commercial mess. You don't see people commercializing Hanukkah or Ramadan. Sure, giving gifts and being with family is great, but it's not the reason for the season. 

While at work this week, I heard probably three dozen arrangements of secular holiday tunes sung by various artists. It was both exciting and infuriating. But then I heard something that made me stop for a moment. I don't know who was singing, but suddenly a beautiful rendition of "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" came on over the speakers. I was oddly satisfied and invigorated.

Saturday was my one free day, or rather, my "spend time with ALL the friends" day. I started this day of visits with coffee at Biggby's with Nifer, which was a huge blessing. That girl is a sister to me, and she's always a blast to hang out with. I can always count on Nifer for sage advice, served with a sharp wit and a big hug. I also got to chill with El Josho, who I've barely talked to for months. Despite this separation, I feel like our friendship hasn't changed one bit: we're still best friends with an unhealthy Pokemon obsession and an ability to understand each other better than either of us would probably admit. Being with these two totally made my weekend.

And of course, no weekend would be complete without movie night at Klaassens! And what a night it was. Upon arrival I entered the house and saw the blur that was Audrey Dodge come flying out the living room. I threw open my arms, expecting a hug, but instead received a palm to the face at high velocity. Thank you, Audrey, and yes, my face is still attached. I got to see Julie, Andi, Ethan, Aaron, Aimee, Jess, and Nichole all at once, and devour large amounts of fudge while watching Robert Downey Jr. solve mysteries. Needless to say, it was a good night.

And now I'm home. Already tonight I've caught up with all my friends, eaten dinner with Tater, Curly, and Sherlock, received what was probably the best and biggest hug in history from Sierra, and laughed my head off as Mal-Mal punched giant lizards during Pacific Rim.

It was good to be home, but honestly, it's good to be home.

No song tonight. Tonight I don't need a song to say how I feel. Tonight, I am at peace.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

This Must Be How It Feels

So there's Christmas lights and a tree up in the cafeteria already.

'Tis the season.

Come on, people. One holiday at a time. Thanksgiving is still on its way and we're already baking cookies and singing carols. Slow down. I need my turkey and my pumpkin pie. Don't rush me.

I get to head home tomorrow for the first time in three months. I'm really excited. Okay, that's maybe not the right word. Honestly, I'm not sure how to handle it. I've developed a whole new routine since I got to Trinity, and it's going to be weird leaving it behind, if only for a few days. It's as I've developed two separate lives: one at home and one back in Grand Rapids.

I just called Trinity home. That in itself is strange. Home, where I only know about 40% of the people around me, where my meals are either ramen or food from the cafeteria, where I sleep an average of five hours a night, regardless of when I go to bed. What happened to spending every waking moment with my closest friends Jared, Seth, and Luke? What happened to home-cooked meals, dinner around the table with my family? What happened to getting a night of sleep without waking up freezing, burning, or in a panic?

Is that not home anymore?

Now I'm going home home, and as much as I can't wait to scoop up my little brother and fist bump the twins, I'm a little anxious. I've barely talked to anyone from home in weeks, and I've of course heard friends talk about how they barely know their older siblings because they went off to college. That's a scary thought, and it's honestly the only thing that initially held me back from going to Trinity.

And because I'm working the days after Thanksgiving, there's little or no time to catch up with the dozens of people messaging me, saying "When will you be home? We need to hang out!" Sorry to disappoint some of you, but I'm going to have about literally 4 hours to chill with people, and there's already a wait list.

I guess this is just part of growing up. I have to keep reminding myself that as of August 28, 2013 I am a legal adult. Weird.

But hey. God's got this. I'm excited. I get to see my brothers again, and we'll be Minecrafting it up just like old times, making obscure movie references and providing endless sarcastic commentary on everything Mom says. Ah, the memories. :)

Today's song: To Have a Home, by Darren Criss. I just really love this song. For those of you who don't know, it's from A Very Potter Sequel, the second installment of A Very Potter Musical. If you're a Harry Potter fan and you don't mind the occasional off-color joke, it's absolutely hilarious. Take a look at the lyrics. It's good stuff. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uesDv58ZLZE

Alright, I'm calling it a night. Adventure awaits tomorrow! ALLONS-Y!!!

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Friday, November 22, 2013

Staying Home Sick

Well, no one can say I didn't try.

I drank plenty of water, got more than enough vitamin C, made sure to get a decent night of sleep, and somehow the cold still got the best of me. This morning I woke up for my 9:00 AM class and immediately decided that I was not going to class today. My head was pounding, my sinuses were clogged, and I was really sore.

It's been a few hours and I've gotten plenty more sleep. My headache has subsided to a dull murmur and I'm significantly less sore. My sinuses are still pretty rough, but they're starting to clear.

In the meantime, I've spent my day contacting my professors, watching Doctor Who, and drinking large quantities of chamomile. That stuff works wonders, I tell you. The tea is nice too.

After the ridiculous stress of this week it's honestly nice to have a day entirely to myself. Solitude is a blessing in a world where you never know when thirty people are going to invade the room next door. It gives me a chance to recharge that even the weekend can't provide. I've actually completed a lot of tasks, and now I can rest and relax.

Tomorrow is laundry day. I've put it off for far too long.

I really don't have much else to say. It's been an uneventful day. Here, have a song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2Bu0Vb8Glw

So much chill.

That's all I got.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Love and Judgment: Why I'm Sick of Stereotypes

So today I had an unfortunate misunderstanding with one of my good friends who tweeted something that instantly made my blood boil. As it turned out, the statement was completely justified (just confusing out of context) and I apologize for my outburst, but it got me thinking. 

One thing that has been weighing pretty heavily on my heart lately is that of identity. College is a time for people to discover who they are and what they want their lives to look like. I feel that I've done a lot of that in my first few months of college, but in doing so I've noticed a trend. There's a specific aspect of who I am that seems to instantly change people's perceptions of me: my faith.

And the crowd goes wild. Oh, shut up, they say. Christians are the judgmental ones. 

Do people even know what judgment is anymore? 

There's a difference between passing judgment and disagreeing with someone. Example: when one of my very good atheist friends tells me he doesn't believe in God, does that mean he's "judging" my religion? Of course not! He's simply stating a fact of his beliefs, which I respect. And if I disagree and say "I believe there's a God", am I judging him? No! Do I feel the need to "correct" him and force him to believe what I do? Nope. I don't judge. 

Yet somehow, as a Christian, people assume I'm passing judgment. 

Judgment is a legal term that has nothing to do with opinion. You could replace it with the word sentencing. But in today's day and age, we use the word judgment as a childish argument for why someone is wrong. If a stranger has a differing belief from yours, well then, they're clearly judging you, and therefore you have the moral high ground and this makes you right. It's a pathetic argument and holds no logical weight, yet somehow it's generally accepted as a higher form of debate. 

By those standards, isn't a stranger calling me judgmental... judgmental? 

Here's where things get tricky, though. As Christians, we believe in a God who does judge. He made the rules, so He calls the shots. As creator He told us what was right and wrong, so as believers we logically have to believe that if He's right, people are wrong. It's fundamental to believing anything: you have to think it's true. If you don't, how can you say you believe it? If an atheist said they believed in a god, they wouldn't be an atheist, now would they? 

So you see my dilemma. I can stand up and be called a judgmental bigot (among other things), or I can submit and turn in my Christian card. 

I've chosen my path, and it's not without its struggles. The simple statement "I'm a Christian" or even the mention of a controversial issue with no opinion at all has evoked some intriguing responses. I love the ones that feature profanities. I also love when people tell me to stop acting all "holier than thou", as if a) I use a King James Bible and b) I'm somehow acting like a perfect little child. Those same people generally assume I've never done a rebellious thing in my life. It's as if they believe the statements they use to call me a hypocrite. They tell me to stop pretending to be perfect, and yet at the same time they really think I am. 

Anyone who thinks I'm a perfect person has clearly never met me. It's honestly the most isolating feeling when you're hurting and people who know nothing about you tell you your struggles are nothing because as a Christian you can't have done anything that bad. Believe me, that's a lie.  

Now I'm certainly not speaking for every Christian on the planet. I will submit that there are too many Christians who are cruel in their beliefs. They do truly pass judgment on people, instead of leaving God to do His job. These people make real Christians sick, and it's a poor reflection of the greater body of Christ. A good example is Westboro Baptist. They profess to be Christians, but they don't reflect Christ's love in any way. They simply condemn people for their sins. Honestly, the kind of people Westboro would judge the most are some of my best friends. They are the strongest, most loving, caring, amazing people I know. I owe them so much. 

It also doesn't help that so many people aren't proud of their faith. They constantly put down other Christians and act like it's all a stupid game, but then you talk to them and realize they are true Christians.That sometimes bothers me more than anything else. It's like wearing your team's jersey to a game and then putting on a jacket and cheering for the other team. With religion, it's all or nothing. 

Needless to say, Christians are not perfect. That much is without doubt. But that's the point of Christianity. We're broken, and God fixes us. We can't fix each other, and to try to do so isn't how we should operate. Instead, we should be mindful of the Holy Spirit's influence on our lives and let God do the healing. We're called to love, not judge. 

Today's song: City on Our Knees by Tobymac. It's a song about unity. God reaching down to touch our sinful world "in a glorious display". The most relevant line I think: "It's all love tonight, as we step across the line." Regardless of religion, race, age, gender, or sexuality, I think we can all agree that if everyone took a step out in love, the world would be a much happier place. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PlaKYbG5Bq0

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.


Wednesday, November 20, 2013

A Shotgun, a Beer, and the Gospel

Gran Torino is one of those movies that improves with age, both of the film itself and that of the viewer.

For those of you who haven't seen it, it's Clint Eastwood as an aging Korean War veteran living in a gang-infested inner city neighborhood. It's full of adult language and a ridiculous number of racial slurs (Eastwood's character is extremely racist), but it's nonetheless an amazing film. I watched it with my dad a few years back, and it has now become a rite of passage in the Piersma household because of the deep symbolism hidden in it. Those of you who don't want spoilers, turn back now.

Walt Kowalski lives alone. He hates his family, he's bitter towards God, and he's haunted by his memories of the war. His life consists of drinking beer on his porch and fixing his Gran Torino (that's a really nice old car). All that changes when some Hmong immigrants move in next door. After their son Thao is pressured by his gang leader cousin to steal Walt's car, the family commissions him to work for Walt in payment for his crimes. Despite his initial displeasure, Walt takes the would-be thief under his wing and teaches him how to be a real man, giving him useful life skills and showing him how to stand up for himself. In turn, Walt himself learns to let go of his own racism (aside from his incessant use of racial slurs) and becomes good friends with his neighbors.

When the Hmong gang shoots up the neighbors' house in an attempt to get revenge on Thao (Walt humiliates them multiple times through clever banter and demonstrating his prowess with a gun), Walt prepares to enact vengeance. He tricks Thao into staying behind by locking him in the basement and goes to face the gang alone.

This scene is the most important moment of the entire movie.

Walt stands in front of the gang's house and names their sins. As the neighbors gather at their windows, Walt reaches into his jacket. Thinking he has a gun, the gangsters open fire on him, killing him instantly. As he falls, he lands on his back, arms spread wide, blood trickling down his wrists.

As it turns out, he never even had a gun.

He was reaching for his lighter to smoke one last cigarette.

And as he fell to the ground, he landed in the shape of a cross, blood running from his hands.

Now tell me Clint Eastwood isn't trying to make a point.

It's not entirely clear what that point is at first. Judging by his character's statements early on, Eastwood hates God. God is useless. God is dead. But in some way, somehow, for some unknown reason, Walt becomes Christ for his friends. The symbolism is far too obvious to be coincidental. Walt's body is broken, and in that brokenness Thao and his family find freedom. There's even the parallel of Christ's hands bleeding on the cross when Walt hits the ground. Eastwood is intentionally using Christian imagery here. Like Jesus, Walt knew he had no hope of survival. But he also knew that his death would bring judgment on the people who hurt his new family. There were plenty of witnesses, and his lack of a gun guaranteed their incrimination. He sacrificed himself, an innocent, to save his friends.

But hold on, you say. How can you compare a hateful, bitter old racist to the perfect Son of God? And I respond by asking how did Saul, torturer and murderer of Christians, become Paul, the most celebrated evangelist of all time? We emulate Christ. It's what we were meant to do. That doesn't mean we all have to throw ourselves in front of a speeding bullet, but we can all learn to sacrifice for the sake of others. Regardless of our sins, regardless of our pasts, regardless of our circumstances, we can do good in this world through Christ who strengthens us.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

The Eagles Are Coming!

So I've had at least a dozen people ask me this question upon being told my Twitter handle or blog URL: "Eagles are coming? What the heck does that mean?" 

Those are the kind of people I shoot on sight. 

Just kidding. But seriously. Those of you who know me pretty well know that I'm a HUGE Lord of the Rings fan. My father read Tolkien's books to me when I was very young and I fell in love with them. Even at a young age of six I avidly followed the production of the film adaptations, and saw the second two in theatres. I now watch them on an almost weekly basis and read the books at least twice a year.

The phrase "the eagles are coming" is a reference to the end of both The Hobbit and The Return of the King. In both books, the characters find themselves in over their heads, fighting off hordes of enemies but quickly losing hope. It is at this point that the massive eagles that inhabit the mountains of Middle Earth arrive and save the day. Invariably, someone yells out "The eagles! The eagles are coming!"

So now you know. I'm a huge Tolkien fan, and this is my homage to his work. 

But there's more to the story. 

More than once in the last year or so I've found myself in over my head. Like, majorly over my head. But like the eagles in Tolkien's tales, God invariably comes to my rescue. Note the phrasing here: the eagles are coming. The eagles aren't here yet. They might not show up in time to stop the pain. People might die. But it doesn't matter. They are on the way. There's hope. In this same way, God doesn't always show up when I want Him to. But as much as I resent Him in that time, He always arrives at the right time. In the words of Gandalf, "A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!" 

Why the poem, you ask? Well, regardless of whether you asked or not, I'm telling you. This is my blog and I'll do what I like with it. I don't need your approval. 

The poem is also a Tolkien bit from The Fellowship of the Ring. I may be young but I've been down a lot of roads. Some of them were good; others ended in pain and forced me to turn back. The point is, no matter what hardships we face, the Road goes ever on and on. Life doesn't slow up just because we don't like how it's going. There's always a chance for a new start. A grand adventure may be waiting just around the corner. And whatever happens, be it good or bad, I must follow the Road if I can. 

Song for today: May It Be by Enya. This song is featured at the end of the film adaptation of The Fellowship of the Ring. Take a look at the lyrics if you get a chance. It's good stuff. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jP9Zj1CkPy8

That's all I've got for tonight. God bless!

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.



Monday, November 18, 2013

Things That Didn't Happen Today

There are a lot of things that did not occur today. This is a small sampling of the things that did not occur.

Things that didn't happen:

1. Me getting up for theology: my alarm was improperly set (stupid AM/PM settings) and I therefore missed today's first class. Bleh. Honestly, I'm really upset about it. I can't really afford to keep missing it.

2. My head working properly: waking up with a headache is no fun.

2. Intellectual conversations with Krajecki: "Jeremiah, as we all know, was a prophet. And he was one hell of a prophet, I tell yah."

3. Me properly numbering this list: Notice the two twos. I feel intelligent.

4. Appearance of a inter-dimensional space whale through a wormhole in the back of Sociology: Granted, the chances of a humpback spontaneously developing the ability to survive in a vacuum and traverse time and space were unlikely even in the grand scale of an infinite universe, but hey. It certainly would have made class more interesting.

5. The girl in the back of class silencing her phone's camera: Awkward.

6. Kubiske showing up for lunch or class: Where is that kid? Probably sleeping. He does that.

7. Me thinking of a decent topic to write about: You, know, actually, I kind of like this one. It really reflects the scattered-ness of my thoughts right now. Moose.

That's all I have to say for now. Song for today: It's The End Of The World As We Know It (and I Feel Fine) by REM. Considering the storms from yesterday, I'd say it's appropriate.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0GFRcFm-aY

Later, people. Nathan Piersma, signing off!


The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Rain and Renewal

I love rain. Rain cleanses. Rain renews.

The sound of rain emanates peace. 

It's a reminder of the way God renews us every day. Even when we're the most lost and afraid, God rains down love and peace upon us. Today I got to bask in the peace of Christ, and it was beautiful. 

Today I woke up at about 11:00 and went to the laundry room. Everyone else in South Hall was either home for the weekend or still asleep, so I sat in solitude, eating oatmeal and reading Game of Thrones. It was honestly a really refreshing break from the hectic social setting of college life. At around 1:00 I went upstairs and found Sierra, and we watched Jurassic Park. Sierra had never seen this particular movie, and while I had, I had not watched it in recent history. This led to some ridiculous jump scares and screaming from Sierra, which of course led to some ridiculous laughter from me. Maybe she'll forgive me sometime before we graduate.

Afterward, me, Tater, and Sierra were bored. So we grabbed some books and had a reading party. The titles: Game
of Thrones, The Hunger Games, and Ender's Game.

After this we gathered the troops (which consisted of me, Potato, Sierra, and Sherlock) and went to dinner. The cafeteria was aglow with Christmas lights, which reflected off the massive windows around the room and created a shimmering, almost magical atmosphere. I hadn't eaten all day, so I devoured two chicken wraps, two orders of fries, an entire Belgian waffle, and a slice of apple pie. Needless to say, it was a good meal. At this point Mal-Mal, Krajecki, and Anneliese returned, and after some socializing we headed back to South. 

From here Sierra, Mal-Mal, and I departed for Walmart. There we spent our time foraging for cheap food, trying on fuzzy hats, and digging to the bottom of the $5 movie bins. We surfaced with Saving Private Ryan, Burlesque, Gran Torino, and In Time. After a nice walk in the rain from the store to our car (conveniently parked at the other end of the known universe) we drove back to campus. 

We parked at the BBC and prepared for a long, cold trek home. However, our luck improved when a campus security Gator pulled up next to us. The guy inside asked if we wanted a ride, and so we pulled up to South Hall in style, soaked from sitting in the open bed of the cart but dying of laughter from the joy of the ride. 

Now I'm sitting on the top bunk typing away, back to the window, listening to the rains pour down outside. We're setting up for a massive movie marathon that's probably going to last all night. I'm excited. Across the hall Erin's room is a flurry of activity. She and Anneliese simply can't stand each other any longer, so Anneliese and Krajecki are switching rooms. I think everyone's happy with the move. The shrieks of laughter coming from Erin and Krajecki confirm this. 

So I'm signing off for the night! It's been a great day of renewal and rest that I've been sorely in need of. Song for this post: A Day Without Rain by Enya. Dad used to play this on dark, rainy Saturday mornings when I was little. The sound of it still brings back the same sense of peace and tranquility I felt back in those days. It's a tradition I'll be continuing for a very long time to come. 


Goodnight, everyone! And may the peace of Christ be with you. 

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Friday, November 15, 2013

Learning to Listen

Nathan Piersma's Recipe for Stress Relief

1. Find a three hour break in classes.

2. Turn on laptop and start The Empire Strikes Back.

3. Add cocoa powder, hot water, and mug.

4. Mix contents with Batman: Arkham Asylum and The Lord of the Rings: War in the North. Stir until a proper blend is achieved.

5. Add a dash of clever banter with your suitemate.

6. Serve with naps and enjoy.

I've been in need of a day like this. Despite the fact that the actual time I spend in class each day is less than high school, I find myself doing a lot more homework. Example: last night I wrote four separate English papers. It took me hours, and I was up until 2:00 AM. As a person who values rest, I can't maintain this kind of lifestyle for very long. Even on days when I hang out with my friends, the fact that I've spent hours on homework in order to do so leaves me stressed despite the comfort I find in their company.

I've decided that I need to tone back my life. I'm so worried about not missing out on anything that I'm spreading myself thin. This realization has led me to refrain from trying out for Outcry. I am content to lead chapels and plan Outcry services, but the idea of making yet another commitment when I'm struggling with my current responsibilities is terrifying.

Honestly, it hurts to give this up. It hurts a LOT. One of the reasons I was so excited about going to Trinity was being a part of Outcry. But as much as it hurts to miss out on it this year, I can feel God telling me that I'm giving too much. I'm spreading myself so thin that I can't focus on any one thing. My involvement is surface-level. I'm thinking about the actions of my activities more than what God is trying to say through them. This new semester is a chance for me to slow down and listen to God's voice. As an undecided English major with no career plans, I need this year to find a baseline for what God is leading me to. I can't wait for next year to lose this stress and become a part of the Outcry team, but until then I will learn to be content in what God has given me here and now.

Now it's time for me to slow down and listen quietly for God's voice. I'm going to put aside the pain and see what it is God's trying to tell me. It's hard to let God do His thing when what He does isn't what I want, but this isn't the first time He's done this, and the choices He makes are the best of my life.

So I guess I can add one more step to my recipe:

7. Let go of your fears and stresses, throw away your plans, and let God take the reins.

Song for today: Steady My Heart by Kari Jobe. A great song that reflects the fear and pain of letting go, but also the joy and peace that comes with trusting God. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T0ip40j82ws


The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.


Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Radio Silence

It starts early this morning.

A new threat has arisen in the wake of the Interim Apocalypse. A looming sense of dread descends on campus. Fear grips the hearts of Trinity freshmen. Few dare speak of it, but there are always whispers, hushed voices giving a name to the nameless terror.

Registration.

At exactly 11:30 PM, my squad and I rendezvous at our base of operations deep in the cellars of South Hall. We set up our computers, disable WiFi on our mobile devices, terminate all non-essential computer processes, rig up some Ethernet cables, run optimization software to clear temporary files, and log onto the registration servers.

The countdown begins. 30 minutes.

We wait. And wait. We refresh the page over and over, willing time to move faster.

20 minutes.

Preliminary reports from social media show that enemy forces are suffering the same psychological effects we were. It's too late to turn back .We're plugged in. Aborting the mission this late in the game will result in complete scholastic breakdown. There's no other sounds in the room aside from the whirring of hard drives. Communications are down. Complete radio silence.

10 minutes.

Heart rates slow. Time stands still. The world comes to a slow halt. One last click.

3.

2.

1.

Green light. Mission is a go.

Exactly two minutes later, the objective is complete. All five classes are registered and processed. The squad cheers, trading high fives and fist bumps as we let out a collective sigh of relief. We've succeeded.

Registration is over.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ynHk4NRloMI I apologize for the language in this song, but it's a fantastic pump-up song for intense registration. It's called Terrify! from Red Vs. Blue Season 10.


The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Achievement Unlocked!

As of this moment, I have exactly 2,000 page views on this blog.

Whoa.

Also, I'm watching Pan's Labyrinth. That scene with the banquet table and the eyeless creature... I tell you, that's poetic cinematography right there. So much meaning and so crazy scary.

That's all for now. Here, have a song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRUBe2RTq74

Me and my brothers spontaneously break into this one all the time. Usually in public areas. It's quality.

Good night, everybody! God bless.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.