Having grown slothful, I report only now that I graduated on June 1, anno Domini MMVII. A most sublime day, I shall not ever forget it. I'll post several of the pictures my brother put on his cellular phone.




Me, all illuminated and triumphant.


Me and John Glenowicz, a cool, usually apolitical Catholic and a Republican. Known best for the time he rode a shopping cart down the hill into the athletic field. Yeah, back in Ms. Dostal's 6th grade English, he would write "creative writing" stories consisting of Poe's "The Raven" with a few altered words, and a transcript of the beginning of Donkey Kong 64 without her even noticing!

...me and Hannah Zimmerman, the littlest Republican. standing at just over 5', she's said only kind words in my time as her friend via Republican Club. A bit prone for embarrasment, she'll set off any Hot Jewish Girl Alert System.




Longtime friend, longtime foe Adam Bidwell, the self-described committed atheist liberal. In possibly the greatest showdown of the 3rd millenium, we jestfully hold the two figurines from his cap decoration: Jesus and the Dragon (el Diablo in my interpretation, Godzilla in his). READY TO RUMBLE!!!

The next day, to two parties didst I venture. Tame, Catholic-friendly, and no alcohol under 21. At my favorite of the two, I joked around with old friends and made a new one, I sure hope. Among all the host's non-school friends, one struck at my heart- a girl from Valley Christian School, whose figure rings of flower-skewed Valladolid balconies and air condition in the South American heat- even though she's a white Anglo. Yea, I have a tendency to embellish, but she deserves all that and more. As a friend asked what I was thinking about, I said
"About the blue infinity, first of all, and also of the green infinity," which the Christian dame overheard. After I received a goodbye hug from the content, modest damsel a half hour later, I said "To clarify, the blue infinity is the sky, which is so mercifully shielded from us. The green infinity is your eyes." After a second of recognition, she said, quite normally
"Really? I'm so flustered."
"Oh, well, I'm a poet."
"You certainly are a poet".
Chance of seeing la hottie chretienne again= negligible.

Speaking of poetry, this is my latest work, chock full of philosophy and Our Lady [last few lines only, to be sure]:

Sonnet LI

You, black-checkered dame, elaborated on
The day and night: the latter which you chose
By broken, trembling fiat, much to oppose
The God you know, though He to us upon
An unveiled, sunlit hour was not born.
In truth the twin vignettes of Time comprise
No absolutes. Those two squares were your eyes,
Dyed from communal cloaks which were self torn.
And though those stains still Justice will discern
The times to love and kill they will not say,
For no one's works are synchronized by day.
The Queen of Grace will always pleas concern.
Mary grant you, once you her works abet
Her lunatic altar, your coronet.

The logic and theology I made plain, but you'll never guess who and what it was actually about. The subject: an overdone response to Nelly Furtado's exceptional "Say It Right". When I first heard the song's lyrics, I was brought back to late Medieval or Renaissance Italy, midnight, whilst the mute musician/philosopher restated forced opinions on day and night, good and evil, whilst this Black Guelph arrived to show that those couplets are not one. Despite her critics (everyone but me), she's still a lovely singer, adjusted voice or not, and I believe that if someone who really cared about her would reach out their hand, she would accept deliverance and return to practice of her Faith. As a graduate, I am struck all the more by her words

In the day
In the night
Say it right
Say it all