The Juggling Bros. from nathan&justin on Vimeo. (Be cool and watch it all the way throo)
Juggling Brothers Promo
May 1st, 2009Justin’s Success Speech
May 1st, 2009At Lane Community College in Eugene Oregon, I gave a speech about how I learned to read and write. There where about 30 people in the room. Although I stuttered and tripped over my words, this is still my favorite speech. There’s one magic trick and three juggling balls up in the air somewhere in the middle.
Justin’s Story of Success from nathan&justin on Vimeo. (About 7:59 minutes long)
Biking in Eugene
April 21st, 2009Singing: “this is my story, this is my song, praising my savior all the day long” I bob on rough dirt trails etched in the grass like hundreds of overlapping dead snakes. I invited a friend, but in the end I went by my lonesome. First I pedaled past the main park, climbed around at the jungle gym with the ten year old’s, and raced at the dirt jumps by the stadium. Finally I met the trails end and turned around after crossing a bridge.
I stopped, ate some apples and watched some territorial hissing geese. I met a unicycle rider, went home, climbed a tree, ate another apple, wrote this, and now I will wash my sweaty, dirty, tensed up body and sleep. Thank God for rest, beauty, and his Son.
Book Review: The Bronze Bow, By Elizabeth Speare
April 3rd, 2009In the time of Jesus, Roman rulers controlled Jew’s land and suppressed them with high taxes. “The Bronze Bow” is historical fiction.
Daniel, an outlaw living with a gang in some mountains, wants to revenge his parents death by killing Romans. But when his grandma starts to die in his hometown town below, Daniel takes care of her and his sister. His sister, Leah, never ventures out of the house. Everything scares her. Struggling between his hate of the Romans and his awe of Jesus, Daniel attempts to hate and love at the same time. Read the rest of this entry »
Nathans Big Day
March 28th, 2009Nathan turned 18 yesterday. Most likely my parents will kick him out of the house with a pair of clean underwear and a guitar…. Since we have a lot of relatives that live close by, everybody came to celebrate his Americanized cultural ‘coming to manhood’. I don’t get it: in Israel you become a man at 13, and in America you have to wait all the way to 18!? Read the rest of this entry »
Confessions of a Third Culture Kid
March 19th, 2009- “Mom, could I get two 5 dollar bills for this $10? Oh wait, do they even have $5 bills?”
- “Whats that sound dad?”, “That’s the ice cream truck.”, “Seriously? I thought those were only in the movies!”
- “Uncle Brad, how do I dial 1-800-FREE-411? There’s letters in this…”
- “Grandma! Can I flush the toilet paper!?”
- “I’m from Santa Clara suburb.” (pronounced with a heavy Spanish accent)
- “Oh its a nickel. I thought it was a quarter.”
- “Who is Opera?”
Violence in Religion
March 18th, 2009I’m glad to use our experiences of traveling in this essay. I just turned this in ten minutes ago, so I obviously have no grade. BE WARNED! This essay is very long. Writing this helped me to clarify why God kills, and Israels history.
“The existence of Israel is an error which must be rectified. This is our opportunity to wipe out the ignominy which has been with us since 1948. Our goal is clear — to wipe Israel off the map.” -President of Iraq
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Term(ination)
March 18th, 2009Finished! The term is over! Welcome Spring break! I can almost feel air combing my hair as I ice-skate, or better yet, typing the last word of a book. Or simply going on a bike ride. Skates, books, friends, resting on the roof, working with my pa, sitting down to dinner after a long day, watching my families faces through steam rising off of rice, beans, cheese and corn. My cousins are coming to town, and I am verily exited.
The very words you read where being typed in the Library. Me leaning back, smiling at the face of glorious freedom ahead, and thinking of how good it feels to have whipped those final tests into shape. A’s are what I hope for, B’s are probably what I’ll get. Don’t let me trick you into thinking I did not enjoy class and homework. I learned a tremendous amount of math, writing, and music. The instructors where some of the best (except maybe music) and they where all smart.
Now what should I do? Invite my friends, Tim and Matt, over? Read a book and eat? Or keep on blabbering as usual. I guess I’ll encourage Renae to turn in her final essay and kick back, relax, and enjoy the very idea of doing something new.
