February 05, 2007

Back From Boston

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I hate having to blog after long stints of not blogging because I feel the need to write a book about all the different things that have happened to me during my blogging respite. Its particularly hard when Ive been on vacation, because so many things tend to happen to me while on vacation. I do a lot of thinking, a lot of talking, a lot of walking, a lot of people watching, a lot of reading, and in the end, not a whole lot of sleeping.

I just got back from Boston, where I spent ten days doing all of these things and more. I spent quite a bit of time in Cambridge and I visited classes at Harvard Law School, Harvard Divinity School, and Weston Jesuit. I also spent a few days on the campus of Gordon Conwell Theological Seminary, and I visited a lot of classes there as well. Basically, Ive been in school all week. So naturally Ive been thinking about school: why Im not in school, why I wish I was in school, why I need to make more money so that I can afford to be in school, etc. There are not many things I like to do in this life that I am any good at it. But I like school and and I think Im pretty good at it as well. Its pretty hard to hang out in a place like Boston, where every other person you pass on the street is in school, without succumbing to the sin of envy

I feel like Boston has a way of making the average Joe seem unattractive and unintelligent. It seems like every other person up there dresses really well, looks really good, and appears well educated. And yet I cant say I was particularly covetous of it all. Even the highest eschalons of our society seem vacuous and unfulfilling when you get up close. No, I wasnt overwhelmed with self-loathing and envy. Rather, I just felt depressed. Life seems incredibly temporal if you think about it too much, which I often do.

Speaking of the temporality of life, an estimated 1000 people died in Iraq last week. Think about that one for a bit. -

Posted by todd at February 5, 2007 03:49 PM
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