Top Secret

So I've been working on a new project with some friends lately.  I'm not allowed to talk about it so I'm just going to keep this short before my fingers get the best of me.  So far, it involves a whole lot of fancy meetings at coffee houses, lots of late night conversations about the most random details, and a graphic picture of Bart Simpson mooning everyone.  Throw in the fact that I had the most amazing panini sandwich at one of these meetings and you can probably tell that we are reveling in every second of it.

Very soon, we are going to be introducing you to some really amazing stuff.  So look out for it.  If you choose not to, I got your back.  I will spam about it so passionately that facebook will have to block me and send me back to rehab, aka twitter.

The beautiful thing about this project is how it has been able to bring us together under one cause.  Every stupid idea I have, every pointless "to-do" list I get sent to my inbox, every time I decide to ignore what everyone else is saying and throw in my two cents, it all exudes with passion.  Earlier tonight, we were talking about how much our ideas had changed since we first started and how far we had come; realizing it was solely because of how much we were enjoying the process that we had come this far, we silently--what I mean by this is that we actually didn't type anything into the facebook chat box--promised each other that we were going to make this thing happen.  Too much time, effort, and passion had gone into it to turn back now. Regardless of whether this promise or subliminal anarchist messages on Taylor Swift's new CD actually exist, it reminded me of this little memory I keep hidden in one of my cabinets.  It was actually a gift from a past life, a gift from high school.  Stashed between an old toothbrush and the pair of surgical instruments that a Resident Doctor let me sneak out of the Emergency Department, my first "doctor toys" as he called them, I keep a faded piece of paper that a teacher gave to me at the end of my senior year.

It reads:

Nothing is more practical than finding God, that is, than falling in a love in a quite absolute, final way. What you are in love with, what seizes your imagination will affect everything. It will decide what will get you out of bed in the mornings, what you will do with your evenings, how you spend your weekends, what you read, who you know, what breaks your heart, and what amazes you with joy and gratitude. Fall in love, stay in love, and it will decide everything.

-Pedro Arrupe, S.J.