Levi's first superbowl with mom and dad. Packers win. :-)

Eating clover leaves.

I was in the passenger seat of uncle David's car heading west down Cecil street. We stopped at a red light on Commercial Ave, and he was listening to Baroque music. This was the first time I recall hearing ancient western music. It was awesome.

First sight of ice on the swan pond this morning.

I've been struggling with the awareness of my desire to bring closure to past SAIC studio projects. I think the struggle creates tension in my mind because connect a projection of what a completed project feels like and looks like with an amount of investment. In view of this investment I see an unrealistic and unattainable goal, not to mention that in this projected fruition, I doubt whether the culmination of all the work would be worth the effort, because the work flow is so insular and teamless. Secondly, on a spiritual level, this projection makes me feel like I'm acting out of selfish ambition, not for gods glory. However, I cannot sat whether life can be purely one or the other, or know truthfully that I am totally selfish, or totally god- honoring. Perhaps this points to the usefulness of faith, and the denial of doubt... In any case I think that this morning I had a breakthrough by realizing that the sense of closure that I so desperately desire can be found by understanding the benefit of exploiting a process, and in doing so creating a more honest, realistic set of goals.....

The day Lex and I went to Panera in Appleton.

Everything you need to know is in Isaiah 53

First Asprin

I was probably around 6 or so, and I remember having a terrible headache and couldn't sleep. Pretty sure that I was in tears, and woke up my Dad....So he and I went to the kitchen and I guess we had run out of any liquid cough medicine, so he ground up an aspirin pill with a spoon and mixed it with strawberry jam. (I may have expected something like jolly ranchers or airheads, and wasn't prepared for this...) It tasted horrible. I've always wondered if that was something his mom did for him too, or if it was fatherly improv.... Anyways, it probably worked.

First Coffee

It was a cold Wisconsin winter day, and I think our house was a bit cold inside too... Dad taught me how to cup my hands around the top of a coffee cup and exhale into them so that the steam would rise up around and warm my face. This was a great moment.

Great Grandpa

Great Grandpa Geiser was a great man of faith and leadership. Towards the end of his life, our extended family would make holiday visits to him at Evergreen Manor. Each trip we made, it seemed his recollection of immediate family member's names was failing. We tried to repeat ourselves and wear name tags, but nothing helped him very much. It was a bit sad, but there were also moments of great humor for us- like the time he asked us what planet we were from.

Weaving Through Leaves

One fall afternoon, Russ and I were biking home together and we turned onto Hansen street from Congress Street and came up with a challenge. The goal was to avoid riding over any of the leaves in the street. Initially, this meant slowing to weaving inside and aiming for a path of openness. Russell felt that shifting wheel direction as minimally as possible produced the best results, and that this method allowed him to bike faster too.

The Crib

Alexis and I spent one summer vacation at the cottage wandering up and down the beach at the big cottage in search of logs for a crib.