Status Update

Hey All,

I havn't put anything up in a little while so I decided I'd drop anyone who sees this a line.

Things are going well. I've been noticing some pretty profound changes going on in my life. Good things. Sometimes the most difficult thing about change is not change but concern about what the change means. It's a matter of readjusting oneself to new order of things.

Don't ever stop believing in yourself and in the ability of others to be true to themselves and you.

Live as One,

Church

The Times they are A-Changing

This is always understood by those who play the game and by those who have an ear to hear:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-D9S48A81os

Come gather round people wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth saving
Then you'd better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone
For the times, they are a changing

Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pens
And keep your eyes open, the chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon, the wheel's still in spin
And there's no telling who that it's naming
Oh the loser will be later to win
For the times, they are a changing

Come senators, congressmen, please head the call
Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt will be her that has stalled
The battle outside ragging will soon shake your windows
And rattle your hall
For the times, they are a changing

Come mothers and fathers all over this land
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughter are beyond your command
Your old role is rapidly aging
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend a hand
For the times they are a changing
The line, it is drawn, the curse, it is cast
The slow one will later be fast
And the present now will soon be the past
The order is rapidly fading
The first one now will later be last
For the times, they are a changing

An Update

Hey All,

My friend Megan recently mentioned that I haven't posted anything up here in a while. My apologies. I've been busy... and lazy.

The school year is over as of a month ago and I am thrilled by that. It's been a good summer so far. I've moved into an old Victorian house with a few of my friends for the summer. One of my roomates, Max, is a very good cook and I often benefit from his talents.

I've been getting better at the harmonica as well. Last week Max complimented my progress and last night one of my other roomates, Nick, did as well. I'm glad to know that my playing is not bothersome.

I am still very pumped about my prospects as a sports journalist. My mom bought me a subscription to Sports Illustrated for my birthday - my first issue will arrive at the end of this month. The other day I signed up for a sports writing class in the fall. Once I take that I'll be able to freelance sports articles.

I've been shooting hoops a lot lately and just staying active. A few days ago Max and I bought an old skiff, dinghy if you will, for $100. It's an old girl at age 30 and has sailed on such waters as the St. Lawrence Seaway and Lake Mead. Sadly, she doesn't have a name although Max and I are set on calling her the St. Lawrence. We need to give her a new paint job. I figure I'll paint her up like an old liner from the glory days of sea travel. The bottom of the hull up to the water line will be red, the bulk of the hull will be black. Along the top of the hull will be white and seperating the black from the white will be a thin strip of gold. The ship's name will be painted in gold on the bow and stern with Whitewater also in gold beneath the ships name on the stern.

Attached is an image of the paint scheme.

I will post again soon, I hope.

Brewers Game

Man alive, I'll tell you what. I had a blast last night!

We got to Miller Park a solid hour or so before the game started and immediately began tailgating. I tried Land Shark a few days before and it's amazing!

For anyone that doesn't know what Land Shark is, Land Shark is Margaritaville Lager. The label has the fin of a shark cresting the surface waves with a few palms swaying in the background. Around the neck of the bottle is an image of Jimmy Buffett's plane, the Hemisphere Dancer - a Grumman Goose. The bottle itself, when full of beer, gives off the essence of bronzed sun and, when empty, gives it's lucky host a few more ounces of heaven.

At any rate, I was only in my seat for a few minutes when my friend Vanesa and I were sent to get our friend Megan a drink. Four innings and a couple Long Islands later, we we're disrupted by Megan yelling at us for not bringing her her drink. Apparently Vanesa needs proper attention when intoxicated or else she's liable to do something she's not proud of - or is, I dont know.

We left at somepoint in the ninth inning and returned to basecamp for some more tailgating. We grilled some burgers and dogs while putting down a few cold ones. By this point the parking lot had gotten quiet dead so we all decided it was time to head on back.

I called my brother Sam up when I got back to my place and he and I breathed in some good air before passing out.

I had an amazing dream last night although I don't have the slightest idea what it was about. I know there was a lot of randomness in it - more than my usual randomness. For a few hours after waking up, I would be reminded of some glimpse of the dream by sight, passing word or some other sensation.

I watched the game on ESPN today for a few minutes. Only thing I saw was Ryan Braun hitting a homerun. That's all I needed to see.

Sports Journalism

One of my friends is about to graduate. He's graduating with a degree in Journalism just as I plan to be in a couple years. At any rate, he's leaving his job as a sports journalist for the city's local paper and said I'd probably be able to get a job there.

At first I was very apprehensive about the whole idea because I didn't know to what extent I would be qualified to write about sports. I sucked at sports as a kid.

After a talk with one of my good friends in which we were analyzing the last football season I realized, hey I know more than I give myself credit for.

I went to bed that night buzzing with excitement. The next day, yesturday, my friend Megan invites me to see the Brewers play the Dogers tonight because one of her friends received a bunch of free tickets. To me, that was a sign.

I am going to contact my friend's boss at the paper and hopefully start writing sports. That's fitting ... I've always admired Hunter S. Thompson.

Fear and Loathing in Whitewater,
R. Church

A Warm Hello

Hey All,

This is my first blog. Exciting eh? Well right now I am sitting in my bed with our dog Harley at my feet. She's covered up under the covers as usual. This semester is almost over and I couldn't be more excited.

Does that ever bother you guys? Someone saying:

"I could care less" vs "I couldn't care less"

It doesn't bother me that much because I know what they mean but the proper expression is the latter. Anyway, the reason I started doing this is because my uncle has a blog on here and his is really awesome. Everyone should check it out

www.szaboszabo.blogspot.com

Anyway, I'll be updating this as I go on.

R. Church Donahue