The Color Green

Does anybody really know what time it is, does anybody really care, about time” This is a song from Chicago’s 1972 album, and the theme of my most resent camping experience. On rout to our outdoor, home away from home, I was the DJ. Nate who is sitting in back seat says, “ Play some Chicago, you know the one about time.” As we arrived at our destination, all of us were singing the main chorus of the song over and over in our heads. (You know. When you get a particular song stuck in your head?) Later on in the day someone would ask, “ what time is it? “ The rest of us would brake out into the theme song for the weekend, followed by outbursts of laughter, or groans of not again. This song that was playing in our brains all weekend gave us a good start to a successful camping experience. Any good camping experience in my mind, starts out by leaving technology at home, that’s right, we turned off those cell phones, took off those watches, and we weren’t afraid of getting a little dirty. E

Good morning, yes it was. Last night I was feeling a bit nerves about my 9am class that I attended this morning, but it subsided farely quickly. The Class: intro to Philosopy. Last night I was a bit nerves about the posibility that Philosopy would be way too over my head, and maybe it will be still, but as my profesor began giving us an introduction to what we would be discussing this semester, the exitment began to rise inside of me, to the point of feeling an emotional response. My heart seemed to race, slightly a few times as I thought about some of the things we were going to descuss in class. (Granted I did have a cup of coffee just before class) :) i still could not ignore the exitment I felt as I antisapated this class. Today I learned that Philosphers are askers of questions. A question that came to my head as I drove home was ( Is it wise to question and wonder about these ideas, and will doing so jepordise my relationship with God? ) ( Do some people look at these though