Call it art

I love Tegan and Sara, but the lyrics often are nonsensical. I wish I could be a song writer. Then I could just say things that make no sense and call it art. Or things that only make sense to me and not feel like I have to explain my self. Like playing Taboo with yourself or your bff. But I think I care to much about correct interpretation that I would explain everything and take away the mystery.

Today I organized my pastor Harry's library, took a nap, and went to RCA's (RPI's IV) BBQ with Thomas and a friend from home Nate. Also, today I fasted noise. No radio, tv, youtube, or drama.

I think I fast noise because its just as noticeable as fasting food, but not physically painful. Also, I want to be able to hear G-d, and I'm afraid I might be missing things in all the noise. So today, it was pretty quite.

At the BBQ I got to talk about El Salvador and Salvadorian church culture for almost a half an hour to RCA kids, and I think it was the first time they understood what it was like for their token Salvadorian to be Salvadorian and to go to a white fellowship. Like when Nate, Matt and I schooled some random white kid from New Jersey on Asian American culture in the hot tub at Basiliea. Its weird how color and culture blind us white folk can be. I hope I'm not still that way with cultures I haven't gotten to know yet.