el fin de LOST

If you and I have had at least a 10 minute conversation you know a few things about me. You know that I laugh really loud. You know that I have no control over my facial expressions. You can tell that I do not live in the city to which I was born. And you know that I really really really love television. It can be argued that I become too involved in the shows that I enjoy; but I will only admit that is true when it comes to LOST. From the second I saw the first episode I was a fan. I realized that all the hoop-la surrounding LOST was because it is in a word, awesome.  I remember leaving alumni weekend to finish watching season 1. I would be at Highlawn, 2 pitchers into the night, squaring off with someone who "swore" the numbers had to do with the coordinates of the island. I would pay close attention in my Philosophy classes when the names "Hume," "Locke," or "Rousseau" were used. When moving to Chicago one of the first questions I would ask a potential friend would be "You watch LOST?" After going on my first date with Pat, I remember thinking "But he doesn't watch LOST...."


And so after 6 season, I bid farewell to a television show that really asked the question, "How much faith do you have?" And while I don't know if I would necessarily sign up to protect a light that kept the world spinning, or what my reaction would be if I saw a cloud of black smoke kill people.  I haven't quite figured out if we live by our own free will, or if our destinies have been decided for us. But I do thank the creators of LOST for giving us all a little something more to believe in.

"why do you find it so hard to believe?" -  locke
"why do you find it so easy?" - jack
"IT'S NEVER BEEN EASY." - locke

my gift is my song, and this one's for you.

i don't get many things right the first time
in fact, i am told that a lot
now i know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls, brought me here
and where was i before the day that i first saw your lovely face?
now i see it everyday, and i know, that i am..
i am, i am the luckiest

what if i'd been born fifty years before you, in a house on a street where you lived?
maybe i'd be outside as you passed on your bike, would i know?
and in a white sea of eyes, i see one pair that i recognize
and i know that i am
i am, i am the luckiest.
i love you more than i have ever found a way to say to you
and i know that i am
i am, i am the luckiest.

- ben folds

25 years young

"you have the one thing that matters. you have all your discoveries before you."

sprung

it's officially spring in chicago as i have not seen a flake of snow in over a month. in addition to welcoming spring with my arms wide open i will spend the next few weeks:

1. making my new greenview apartment feel like home
2. planning the first k&co bachelorette party
3. exploring thrift stores for additions to my new obsession: ball jars
4. reading & falling in love with john steinbeck
5. dropping a few cards in the mail to my dearest friends that are much too far away

happy spring! 

beyond love.

If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night – amidst your happpiest scenes and gloomiest hours – always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. - Major Sullivan Ballou, 1861