I'm at a Barnes & Noble Cafe right now. This is my first entry in this blog. I have no idea how to begin, but it's probably best to share with you some facts about me. Well, I'm 29 but I'll be 30 in September, I live somewhere in New York state, I'm currently unemployed, and I love to read and watch "Jeopardy!"
Let me tell you about my day yesterday. Yesterday my mom and dad and I drove to my younger brother Ben's church. Ben is one of the pastors of this big evangelical church and yesterday he got to preach in front of the whole church. It was the second time in my life that I've gotten to watch him preach. I'm not a Christian, but I really enjoyed watching him up there and he did really well. It's kind of a strange feeling to see him preaching because to me he's just my brother. He talked about being "holy" and authentic and not phony. He spoke very well, a lot better than the first time I watched him preach. After church was over my parents, my brother and his wife and their baby, and I all had lunch at LongHorn Steakhouse and then we went back to his house and hung out and had dessert. We looked at some pictures of the damage that Hurricane Irene caused. I have friends in Massachusetts so I hope they fared okay. On the way back home from my brother's house, around 7 PM or so, the sun was setting behind us as my dad was driving and there were clouds in front of us but none in front of the sun, and it created a deep orange and grayish glow that mesmerized me. It was beautiful and I don't know if I'll ever experience those specific hues again.
One other thing before I go. This morning I finished reading a short young adult fiction book called "The Perks of Being a Wallflower," by Stephen Chbosky. I loved it! It kind of inspired me to blog, even though the book is set between 1991-1992 and is comprised of a series of letters. I'm not very good at reviewing books but the narrator is a 15-year-old boy named Charlie and I grew to feel very close to Charlie and his world. I wish I could explain more, but it's probably best to read it for yourself. It's only 200-something pages, very short. It reminded me of "The Catcher in the Rye." I read that once a long time ago, but I think I'd like to read it again. It's buried in my room somewhere.
Well, so long for now. -- Bryce