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My Kind of Town (and Trip)

In Family, Vacation on July 31, 2007 at 8:29 am

We’re off to the big city of Chicago today (though a little later than planned). Last week, we were country mice; this week, we’re more of the town persuasion (click here if you have no idea what I’m talking about).

While Megan has all kinds of plans and places lined up to visit, the impetus for the trip (and the bulk of what will fill my time) is the New Teacher Institute put on by the Independent Schools Association of the Central States (ISACS). Westminster is picking up the tab for the travel and accomodations, and I’m really looking forward to spending the majority of the week learning as much as I can in preparation for school starting in just over two weeks.

The conference is going to be pretty intense schedule-wise, including two twelve-hour days and a boatload of information on education topics I’m a little fuzzy on because I’ve never had a formal education class in my life. I’m looking forward to figuring out a lot of important stuff at this conference, and hope it will serve as the beginning of some new momentum leading up to the start of the school year.

Now before you feel sorry for us that I have to “work” while Megan and the girls play, don’t. Believe it or not, we actually “vacation” better this way. I don’t relax well and can make things miserable for the family when relaxation becomes the one and only goal. However, we’ve learned over the course of ten years of marriage that if we can piggy-back some fun and games on top of something else I have to do anyway, it’s better for everyone. We don’t fight it or try to fix it; we just go with it and it works.

So, we’re all pretty pumped about the trip. We’re taking Amtrak straight into downtown and will be hailing cabs and taking the El to get around. Tonight we’re going to see a Cubs game at Wrigley Field with our friends Will and Rose, and our museum and zoo memberships here transfer there, so those are on the agenda as well. The ladies will hit Navy Pier and Millennium Park, and we’ll all have fun pretending like we’re big city mice, at least for four days.

We’re taking the camera, so I’ll try to post some shots and the occasional update.

And we’re off…

Fish

In Family, Friends, Vacation on July 30, 2007 at 6:50 am

Craig and John

My sophomore year (1990) at Mizzou was quite a “friend year” for me. In addition to someone at the University randomly assigning Doug Serven (he of TwentySomeone fame) as my roommate, he or she also put us on the first floor of Wolpers Hall, two doors down from one John Gillman (pictured with me above). We’ve been buds ever since.

“Fish” and I have a lot in common: we both grew up on farms outside small communities; we both played and did well enough in high school sports (though neither one of us was “the star”); we both share a love for teaching and ministry (John was a biology teacher for 12 years and now pastors a small church of about 100 or so folks); we both married spouses who grew up in much larger cities (but somehow share our love for the country); and, we both can point to a distinct moment in each of our lives when we sensed God drawing us to himself, and, while we’ve stumbled at times in following, by God’s grace, neither of us has ever looked back.

Neither one of us was or is the absolute best, fastest, or smartest in anything; basically, we’re just two average Midwest boys who appreciate a clever song (especially if we can play it – we’re both musical, but neither is a virtuoso) and the simple beauty of the rural life.

This weekend, as we watched our families bond through creek adventures and the occasional trip to check the chickens for eggs, both John and I marveled at what God has done and how good he has been to both of us. Though budgets have always been tight and it’s been work to keep our heads above water concerning our callings, it’s been a gift to know someone else about as average as each of us feels is attempting to do a similar thing.

Where’s Mellencamp When You Need Him?

In Family on July 27, 2007 at 8:31 am

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What I’ve done on summer vacation the past couple of days:

  • got sunburned at Six Flags
  • drove to the farm in Illinois
  • finished the final draft of my magazine article
  • finished The Chosen by Chaim Potok
  • helped my sister move into her new classroom at the elementary school
  • watched Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
  • visited with my high school friend, Lori, who runs an assisted living center/tanning salon (all in the same building)
  • listened to the Cardinals lose two out of three to the Cubs
  • got more sunburned swimming with my girls
  • ate a picnic dinner at the park in Griggsville
  • had lunch with my 87-year-old grandmother (above) in Quincy
  • sat outside on the patio and listened to the corn grow
  • enjoyed the rural life

We’re off to Harrisburg, MO, this afternoon to stay the weekend with a college buddy and his family, and will be back in St. Louis Sunday afternoon. Next week is our week in the big city of Chicago (details to come), so we’re taking in all the country we can get between now and then.

It’s good to be in the Midwest. Where’s John Mellencamp when you need him?

Esteem Builder

In Pop Culture, Thought on July 24, 2007 at 7:52 am

Just in case anybody needs a little pick-me-up today, I would offer these alternatives for some helpful perspective on your particular situation (whatever it may be) in life:

Now there, don’t you feel better?

Rockin’ the Casbah

In Church, Musicians on July 23, 2007 at 7:54 am

I played piano and sang during the offertory in church yesterday – the first time in our two years at Memorial, and the first in a very long time of singing my own song anywhere. The grand piano felt and sounded great, and my performance was as good as I could have hoped for considering the time that had passed since last playing (not to mention the little practicing I’d done – I hate rehearsing).

Most importantly, people seemed to love the idea of Scripture stories set to rock piano, so that was cool, especially when encouraging comments came afterward from folks of all ages (the song is kind of an Elton John meets Keith Green tune about Caleb and Joshua and their different response from the ten spies after scouting out Canaan in the Old Testament). My five-year-old’s evaluation was perhaps the most flattering (if biased): “Daddy, you rocked it!” This means a lot coming from the one member of our family most given to hip-hop.

It’s been so long since I’ve experienced a sense of connection with people through music; I had almost forgotten what it felt like. What was even more interesting was playing a song only on piano that was one of the most “produced” tunes I’d recorded, complete with a Phil Collins-esque drum track and horn arrangement, background vocals, and a killer piano track I could never play (Mike, my studio engineer and resident musical genius, played it on the album). If you’d like to hear the original, click here (keep in mind, this was 12 years ago).

When we were in the studio back in the day (mid-90’s), Lori, my producer, used to say that the great songs are the ones that translate regardless of arrangement, and it was affirming yesterday that that’s what seemed to happen with “Into the Promised Land”. I don’t know if it’s a “great” song in the “great song” sense, but I wouldn’t say it blows chunks, either.

While it doesn’t need to be soon, I hope to do something like that again. It was nice to play for people who knew me as part of their community (and weren’t just with me for a short weekend conference); it was also nice to play an original song for a receptive congregation rather than have to play someone else’s song in hopes that it would at least be “familiar” to an audience. That always felt like selling out, and I’m grateful not to have struggled under that expectation yesterday. For those who were there, thanks for that. It was a very meaningful thing.

Harry, I Hardly Knew Ye

In Books on July 21, 2007 at 6:43 am

Harry Potter Release Party

For those who might be worried, don’t be: there are no spoilers in this post. Plot-spoiling is hard without knowing the plot, and knowing the plot is hard when you’ve only read the first two-and-a-half books.

That’s right. I’ve not kept up on my Harry Potter reading over the past ten years. In fact, I probably know more about Harry and his adventures from the movies than the books, which is really not all that much, as I’ve only seen the first two movies (and from what I hear, with those as my only sources, I really don’t know Harry at all).

I don’t confess any of this with pride. After all, when was the last time a book (and not a movie or a sport or a phone) was all the rage? You would think someone like me, a big advocate for reading, would have been all over this series from the beginning, but somehow it never really took with me. I don’t know why, but about halfway through Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, I just got bored.

Forgive me.

Lest you think I’m more evil than “He who must not be named,” let me try to redeem myself. I went to the release party last night. At midnight (I don’t do anything but sleep at midnight). And, not only did I go, but I woke my eight-year-old and we snuck out of the house to endure the hype (see picture above).

But, we didn’t buy a book. This had something to do with the fact that at least 1,300 other people were trying to, and also because we have all the books in paperback, so buying the hardback would really screw with our collection. Okay, maybe it seems a little weird (and antic-climactic) to go to a book release party without buying a book, but we did get close enough to touch one at least, as evidenced below.

Maddie "Borrowing" a Book

After we snapped the picture (it was about 12:10 a.m.), we left. It was enough hype for one night. As we walked across the full parking lot, my daughter asked me if I’d read all the books, to which I said I had not. She was a little surprised, but not shocked. As much as she knows I love to read, she’s figured out by now how very little I like hype. In her mind, she probably just figured the latter trumped the former in this case (trust me, it’s not the first time).

I asked my daughter if she wanted to read the books together. She said she’d think about it, but didn’t seem in too much of a hurry. I told her I’d start over from the beginning and re-read the first two-and-a-half I’d already read, but that didn’t change her answer. I think she was still processing everything she had just seen with the idea of reading seven books that her father hadn’t chosen to finish. When you’re eight, life is full of things that don’t always resolve.

Anyway, for those who did stand in line last night to get a book and are now reading away the weekend to find out what happens to Harry and company, give them my regards. Enjoy the time and don’t worry about spoiling the ending for me (after all, I had my chance, right?).

But please don’t think less of me for my lack of shared enthusiasm. For whatever reason, I want to care, but, well, I just don’t.

Unlike Harry, I am but just a Muggle after all.

Bulimic Productivity

In Calling, Writing on July 20, 2007 at 7:38 am

I’ve spent way too much time in a staring contest with my computer this week, but at least it’s been productive. Today I’ll submit the first draft of my article for byFaith and maybe check email a couple of times, but that’s about it. All work and no play makes Craig a very dull boy.

I wish I could figure out how to be less of a binge-and-purge writer – ingesting lots of information all at once and then vomiting it back onto the page with one intense gag reflex – but I need momentum, which drives me to the “all or nothing” process that lines up so well with the rest of my personality. Blogging is the only writing I do that is even close to being consistent (at least from a chronological perspective), but that only goes so far in terms of personal fulfillment.

Words cannot express how eager I am to get on a school schedule again next month, both at Covenant as well as at Westminster. It’s no secret I function best with structure, and in the absence of it, I work extra hard to create it myself. This, of course, can take more creative energy than I sometimes want to allocate, but if I have to choose between creating something (time, space, deadlines) to create something or floundering under the tyranny of the urgent and cluttered in trying to do so, I’ll take the former.

This summer has been a good experiment as to what (presumably) future years as a teacher will be like. I recognize that I’m really going to have to plan – and stick to my plan – if I’m to do any serious writing in the summers. And yet, inevitably, I will still need to figure out how to adjust those plans without seriously compromising them when they need to change for reasons beyond my control. Though I’ve gotten better at it over the years, it’s still hard for me.

This, I suppose, is the beauty of the school year – everyone will know I’ll be out of commission from 7:25 a.m. until 3:30 p.m. five days a week, as well as two nights a week from 7-9 p.m., so those won’t be scheduling options. And, as silly as it sounds, that will save me a whole lot of energy in thinking about my time; I just won’t get to vote.

I know some people cringe at this kind of calendar imposition, but for me, knowing those blocks of time are spoken for, it frees and motivates me to make the most of those that aren’t. Sure, things will feel a little tighter, but at least I’ll be spending my energies more on what I’m trying to figure out and less on scheduling when to figure it out.

There’s a theory that whatever amount of time you have or allocate for a project, that will be the time it takes. For most of us, I think that’s true; for me, I know it is. For that reason (and contrary to popular belief), there’s something to be said for structures and limits.

When I’m not fighting against them here, here, here, and here, I’m a big fan.

Stick a Fork in Us

In Places & Spaces, Sports on July 19, 2007 at 10:09 pm

We’re done.

Collective Movie Review: Rescue Dawn

In Movies on July 18, 2007 at 7:27 am

Saw Rescue Dawn last night with Ed Eubanks, Nick Gleason, Clay Johnson, Mark Peach, and Travis Scott. I asked the guys if they’d contribute a thought or two to a collective movie review here today, so check the comments for their thoughts as they post them.

In the meantime, here’s a brief summary along with a few thoughts of my own on the film:

Christian Bale plays Dieter Dengler, an American who naively signs up with the Navy to “just fly planes,” but instead gets sent on a secret mission to bomb targets in Laos during the Vietnam Conflict. Dengler’s plane gets shot down and he is captured, enduring plenty of hardship along the way. The rest of the movie focuses on his interactions with a handful of other POWs and their quest to survive and eventually escape.

The plot is familiar and includes much of what you might expect from a movie about Vietnam – lots of jungle, plenty of hungry people (both American and Vietnamese), and rain. Unfortunately, there was little new to add to one’s understanding of Vietnam (which was disappointing coming from documentary filmmaker Werner Herzog) and very little character development as to who Dengler and his fellow prisoners really are (other than prisioners).

I went in to the movie with high hopes of seeing a really great performance from Christian Bale (who I really like as an actor), but I’m not sure I saw anything particularly exceptional. In general, Bale is best the darker things get, and his overly-optimistic portrayal of Dengler (especially early on) seemed forced. Still, his intensity was good, and he endured some pretty nasty stuff to play the part, so those are points in my book.

I was, however, blown away by the performances of prisoners Jeremy Davies as “Eugene from Eugene (OR)” and Steve Zahn as “Dwayne,” who I thought stole the show. Davies essentially starved himself in real life to play the incredibly gaunt (and semi-delusional) Eugene, and Zahn was brilliantly fragile peering out through emotional eyes from behind his overgrown beard and hair. Possible Oscar for best supporting actor? I’d say Zahn could be in the running.

Those are some of my initial observations. I’ll turn it over to the guys and see what they think.

Flick Tonight?

In Movies on July 17, 2007 at 10:36 am

Sorry for the late notice, but I’ve got six complimentary tickets left for a special screening of Rescue Dawn tonight. If you’re in the St. Louis area and would like to go, you’ll need to meet me outside the movie theater at 6:45 p.m. (the show starts at 7:30, but has been overbooked to ensure a full house). First commenters below get the tix (limit 2 per person); snooze you lose.

In other movie news, Travis made me giddy with anticipation last night by sending me this link about a possible X-Files movie in 2008. Oh, how I so want to believe.

I’m Not Making This Up

In Pop Culture on July 15, 2007 at 3:49 pm

This afternoon I laid down on the couch to do some reading and take a Sunday afternoon nap. As I dozed off, I remembered hearing Megan begin preparations in the kitchen to fix sloppy joes for our summer Bible study group this evening. Thankfully, the smell eventually woke me up from the very vivid dream I was having of being chased by the Abominable Manwich.

I know what you’re thinking, and I agree: too many freaks, not enough circuses. Man, I’m weird.

Links That Make You Go “Hmmm”

In Internet, Pop Culture on July 13, 2007 at 9:27 am

Went to see Hello, Dolly! at The Muny with Megan and the girls last night. Didn’t care much for the story as a whole (no characters to really root for), but the production was top-notch and the sound was amazing. We had a beautiful 75-degree evening for it as well, so that made it nice.

Thought I’d throw out some links this Friday:

Any other links of merit/interest/curiosity/randomness worth clicking of late?

Yes, I Can Hear You Now

In Technology on July 12, 2007 at 11:04 am

Studying here at Kaldi’s in Kirkwood, I find myself sitting next to funny man Eugene Levy (or at least a guy who sure looks and sounds exactly like him). How do I know he sounds like him? Because he’s been talking loudly on his cell phone for the past half hour and driving me crazy.

Rude cell phone users (and you are Legion), I beg of you: when you get a call, would you do the rest of us holding books in our hands a favor and kindly lower your voice or take the call later? I respect your decision to have a cell phone; would you respect mine not to? Just a little? Please?

(This PSA/groveling brought to you by Craig’s psychiatrist/Celexa dealer as part of the “It’s All About Craig” campaign for general mental health and occasional sunny disposition.)

Email Not Good for Procrastinators

In Technology, Thought on July 10, 2007 at 1:15 pm

From the article, “Procrastination: Ten Things to Know,” newly reviewed in Psychology Today:

“Procrastinators actively look for distractions, particularly ones that don’t take a lot of commitment on their part. Checking e-mail is almost perfect for this purpose. They distract themselves as a way of regulating their emotions such as fear of failure.”

I’ll go out on a limb here and guess that checking blogs has much the same result as well.

(hat tip: LifeDev)

On Barry Bonds and Baseball History

In Places & Spaces, Sports on July 9, 2007 at 7:09 am

It’s been a while since I’ve talked a little baseball, so with the All-Star Break upon us and the season being half over, I thought now might be a good time. My Cardinals have been playing better, but I was hoping they’d have made it back to .500 by now. According to the PECOTA version of the postseason odds at Baseball Prospectus, the Cards have less then a 2% shot at making the playoffs while the Milwaukee Brewers have an 85% chance (hat tip: Viva El Birdos). In short, it doesn’t look good, but there’s still half a season left.

It was interesting reading the buzz generated by Barry Bonds and the San Francisco Giants coming to town this past weekend. Bonds is only five away from breaking Hank Aaron’s all-time homerun record of 755 and, up until last week, Cardinal fans were deathly afraid he was going to do it in St. Louis. The overratedly “classy” Cardinal Nation booed Bonds every time he came to bat because of the whole steroids thing, which seems incredibly hypocritical considering their once-beloved Mark McGwire all but confessing in a congressional hearing a couple years ago to his own steroid use in breaking the one-year homerun record in 1998.

But I digress.

I don’t particularly love or hate Bonds as a player, but I do wonder how baseball history will judge him. This passage from David James Duncan‘s The Brothers K, in which one character writes of the rise and demise of Roger Maris, would seem to apply:

“Insofar as the word ‘radical’ implies a drastic departure from accepted thinking and practices, it is only accurate to say that this crewcutted all-American Midwest farm boy (Roger Maris) was in fact the first famous radical of the Sixties. Who but a radical would sacrifice all-around excellence to focus on a single, iconoclastic facet of his experience? Who but a radical could earn so much antipathy from the meat-and-potatoes populace for so little reason, but still go on choosing public misery for the sake of his cause?

As this increasingly two-dimensional, nerve-powered, lifetime .260 hitter mounted his anxiety-ridden assault on the most famous feat of the three-dimensional, muscle-powered .342-hitting bon vivant whose bat built Yankee Stadium, even the most rabid New York fans began to feel that something odd was going on. Mickey Mantle also hit a lot of home runs in 1961 – fifty-four of them, in fact. But the contrast between his and Maris’s homers was vast.

The Mick was just a canonical hero on a roll – a contemporary legend in chivalrous competition with legends of the past. Maris was a new kind of creature altogether. If Ruth was the Sultan of Swat, Maris was the Technician of Boink. For the sake of these boinks he had virtually given up the game of baseball, or at least given up the all-around game he’d played better than anyone just a year before. And the trouble that resulted was, in a sense, the same trouble into which the entire industrial world has fallen: obession works. Not beautifully, and not without tremendous costs. But for Roger E. Maris it worked sixty-one times.

Numbers, for all their vaunted accuracy, can be amaingly inaccurate little doodads. When Ruth’s record finally teetered and fell, Maris found that in the opinion of many he hadn’t scaled a height or conquered a legend at all: he’d become an object of dislike. Many people felt and even behaved, as if he were more the assassin of a legend than a conquering hero. When the Holy Relic Manufacturers trotted out their ’61 in ’61 trinkets, the stuff wouldn’t sell; when the kids took to the sandlots the following spring, they went right on pretending they were Mantle and Berra and Mays; when Maris himself began his ’62 season in a slump, the fans booed his game and emotions into a complete collapse; and when the Yankees traded him away to St. Louis, instead of retiring his number, they casually handed it to Graig Nettles a few years later.”

This is why St. Louisians love Stan “the Man” Musial – he did it all (offense and defense), year in and year out. Bonds and McGwire may hold homerun records (albeit with asterisks because of steroids), but guys like Mantle and Musial (or for a more local and contemporary example – Albert Pujols) tend to garner more honor over the long haul for their overall quality of play.

Geek or Chic?

In Pop Culture, Thought on July 8, 2007 at 8:18 am

Craig

I just got new glasses. It was a good 10-year run with my last set of lenses and my prescription had barely changed; however, with the last Harry Potter book coming out July 21st, I figure it’s time to give up the rounded specs for some rectangular ones. I am such a slave to fashion.

My Pearle Vision associate called my frame selection “geek chic,” though I’m not sure I’ve thought of myself as either. What do you think? Geek, chic, or other?

The Last Hurrah

In Politics on July 6, 2007 at 8:15 am

Last night I dreamt that Barack Obama was one of my professors at Covenant. Needless to say, it’s probably time to bring our political discussions to a close. However, before I do, I’ve got a few last questions to which I’d appreciate your responses (think personally and practically here):

  • Apart from voting (or not), what else do you, as a twenty- or thirty-something believer, do to influence political change at the local, state, and/or national levels?
  • How do you try to live in community with others who hold different (perhaps very different) political perspectives from yours? What difference does age make?
  • If you were tasked with trying to represent the political views of your generation within the PCA (as I am), what would you say?

Thanks for your thoughts on this last round of questions. It’s been tremendously helpful to hear from you, and your thoughtful (and cordial) feedback has given me much guidance for the writing process. The comments are still open on the four previous posts, so feel free to continue any discussions you feel so inclined to pursue. If I use a quote from you, I’ll be in touch.

Finally, with regard to the 2008 election, let me remind you of my own candidacy for President. Though my first digital town meeting got little media attention, I’m content to just let the grassroots buzz build before I really start playing the game (that and I have no money).

Let me hear from you on these last inquiries. And thanks again for contributing this week.

Good Questions (Mostly Yours)

In Politics on July 5, 2007 at 8:08 am

I’d like to pick up on a few of the questions posed within several of your comments earlier in the week. What’s your response to any of these?

  • Why do American Christians seem to think that a democratic republic is the best system of government? Are there other alternatives (theonomy, for instance) we should consider this side of heaven?
  • What defines a “good citizen”? Can one be a good citizen and not vote? How would the first-century Christians have viewed their role in the govermental procedure?
  • When the New Testament refers to Christians as exiles, what (if anything) does this imply for our role in/within the state?
  • “Live like Democrats but vote like Republicans.” Is this helpful advice?

Any other questions you would ask? Give me something I can print.

Red, White & Boom

In Holidays, Politics on July 4, 2007 at 11:17 am

Red, White & Boom

It’s been surreal reading your many thoughts on American government and politics during this Fourth of July week (happy Independence Day, by the way). I’d like to say I purposely coordinated the overlap, but that wouldn’t be true. I will say that processing your observations has been particularly pointed as a result of the fortunate convergence.

While I’m giving you a break from my questions today in light of the holiday, I will have a few more for your input tomorrow and Friday, so check back when you can. In the meantime, here’s a story of my own from last night:

Yesterday, we drove from St. Louis to Tulsa to visit Megan‘s parents, who live just north of the city. Their suburb (Owasso) puts on a fireworks show on July 3rd each year at the high school football field, so rather than fight the crowds downtown tonight, we thought we’d hit that one.

The show (called “Red, White & Boom”) was good. Fireworks, accompanied by (though not synchronized to) a variety of “patriotic” songs from Sousa to Springsteen, played to packed bleachers of easily several thousand people (mostly white, middle-class). It lasted 40 minutes.

The last song of the night was Lee Greenwood’s “God Bless the USA”. Most of the crowd knew (and sang) the lyrics by heart, and the fireworks built to an impressive climax before disipating a little bit after the song had already finished. Despite the less than clean ending, the crowd cheered, the public announcer thanked everyone for coming, and we made our way to the parking lot. It was a nice (but late – we didn’t get home until 10:45 p.m.) evening.

As I sat there watching the show with so many of your comments from the past couple of days running through my head, my five-year-old daughter began crying, covering her ears and hiding her eyes from the exploding commotion. Megan held her for a bit, and then I held her for the rest of the time. She calmed down some, sneaking a glance every now and then at the beauty of the lit-up sky, but always clapping her hands back over her ears and returning her eyes back to my chest when the “booms” of the fireworks caught up with their visual counterparts.

The experience metaphorically made sense to me in a number of ways. Very few of us (at least from what I could tell from those of you who have posted so far) would shy away from the vision of freedom that our country offers, but most of us are concerned by the power we see such vision purportedly requiring for those chosen to govern it.

Just as we go to a fireworks show to see the colors (rather than just sit around and listen to an evening of explosions), in American politics, explosions (and not the colors) are all we seem to get. Put another way, the red and white are beautiful, but the boom scares us. It scares us especially when we see freedom pimping faith (with faith becoming just an option of freedom), or faith pimping freedom (with freedom becoming a plank in a religious platform).

But this isn’t the worst part. Like my daugher who had to sit through the entire fireworks show because there was no other place to go, the worst part is we don’t feel we can do anything about it because it’s all too big. We feel like all we can do is cry and cling to Daddy, who we know loves us, encourages us to be brave and look up every now and then, and keeps promising it will all be over soon. But we’re little and don’t know everything and find ourselves wondering why Daddy brought us to a place that can be so beautiful (but also so very loud).

Anybody resonate with any of that? Any other Fourth of July experiences you’d like to share?

More questions to come, dear readers. Thanks for sticking with me and sharing your thoughts.

Got Time for a Story?

In Politics on July 3, 2007 at 12:03 am

We had a great start yesterday to our political “interview” (that’s how I’m thinking of it, anyway). Thanks to each of you who responded, as well as to all of you who gave some link love. The comments are still open, so feel free to continue any discussion you like.

I’d like to make a few more inquiries over the course of this week, following up today on the theme of discontentment so prevalently mentioned in many posts yesterday. Specifically:

  • Do you remember a time when you didn’t feel disenfranchised by or cynical regarding our current democratic political system/process? What was different?
  • What changed in your political understanding and when? Who influenced you the most in the midst of this transition and how?

Brief (paragraph or two) stories summarizing your experience(s) would be great. Use discretion with names, but give us enough specificity to understand where you’re coming from, especially if/how it involves the PCA.