The Thunder of Nathan Henry Harris

Nathan Henry Harris: Born June 4, 1967--Died July 4th, 2000

Nathan sat straight up in bed. He felt like he had not sat up but instead had been pulled up by a long string coming down from the sky. Maybe it had been hooked up to a passing plane (?). Maybe Nathan was God's yo-yo (?). He looked out the window and saw the fireworks opening up like giant flowers in the sky. The twinkling bits left after the violent opening were like seeds falling to the ground leading to the sprouting of more beautiful fire flowers. Nathan began to stand, then there was a flash before his eyes much too bright to be the work of any man's hands. 

His back fell flat onto the bed. He felt the brightness enter through his eyes and race through his body like a horse and chariot causing a white hot pain before exiting through his toes. When it stopped, he felt the sweat cover his back and realized his fingernails were digging into his palms like he was trying to grab the heat as it was passing through his body. He closed his eyes and the light came again. Nathan became aware of what was happening this time, this was the end, he was burning out like the fireworks he had admired moments earlier. It subsided again and nathan rolled to his side out of breath. He looked out his window trying to see the garden in the sky.

And as the grand finale fireworks began, Nathan Henry Harris did not think of what had led him to be Nathan Henry Harris. He didn't think of his birth or the birth of his parents or the birth of their parents or the soon-to-be birth of his child from the womb of the only woman he had ever truely loved. He did not follow the road back through his marriage, college career, or high school and childhood years. Nor did he think of what his family's road would look like after they came home to find him curled up on the bed this way. 

Instead, Nathan thought about the ocean. He closed his eyes and heard the waves, they washed over him and inside of him. He thought, "there is an ocean inside of me waiting to get out!" And then the finale ended, and so did the thought, and so did Nathan Henry Harris with the ocean still inside of him.

Thanks, Jackson--I appreciate it.

Talent, Talent, Talent Up The Hinder-Ender!

Whew!  Today, January 10th, 2008, was Snowcrest Junior High's almost production of a...talent show.  It all started out when they called me down the office after Ms. Robinson's first period English class, and Mrs. Garner, our counselor, told me I needed to set up my drums.

What a mistake.

I missed all of 2nd and 3rd period, and all that ended up being was One Angry Woman and 300 Solemn Faces.  In reference to Mrs. Garner as the woman, and Snowcrest as the catatonic audience from Hell.

Actually, none of that I just told was true.  I just thought it'd make for an excellent story and, score!  But today was truly a success.  We had three band performances:

Voodoo Angel (Christian, Michael, Connor) with Dazed and Confused

Kiniferus (Jason, Allon, Mack) with Don't Stop Believin'

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Sweatband with Final Fantasy VII: The Adventures of Jason Maurer.

YES.

Oh, and one more thing:

Dwide Schrude--Pt. II

"My father's name--Dwight Schrute.  His father's name--Dwight Schrute.  Now, his father's name was Dwide Schrude."  I'd just like to take a moment's time to express my thoughts on NBC's The Office.  Just think, where'd we be without Michael, Dwight, Pam, Jim, Stanley, Meredith, Oscar, and even Toby the train-wreck of a divorced human being?

"What exactly is your point in this blog, Michael?"  You may think to yourself.  Boone Boren Hogg, my fellow Sweatbander lent me the first season of The Office.  I'm just going crazy.  It is SUCH a good show.  Seriously.  

"The reason I left Arab out of this was because I felt it was too explosive.  No pun intended."