And so begins another year of school at Case. Although this is my fourth year here, it seems as though it was only yesterday I was wandering around Adelbert gym aimlessly, scared as all get-out, at Playfair.

I am taking a new approach to this year. I am determined not to let Case consume my life, as it has in the past. I am prepared to go to battle with this institution, fighting to maintain my sanity and my happiness. It will not be easy.

On a brighter note, I can't be happier about my living situation. I have been blessed to have eight (yes, eight) of the greatest roommates a guy could ask for. I am looking forward to all the great times to come: the destruction of hallway sports, the late night NHL conquests on xbox, the dominance in IM floor hockey, and most of all the company of excellent men.

Just a few weeks ago, I spent nine days in El Salvador on a trip with people from my church. I must say, this experience has completely changed my perspective on things. Not really in terms of how affluent we are in the United States as compared to most of the world, but rather in terms of what exactly my role is in this life. Although I had never experienced first-hand what life is like in a developing nation, I cannot say that I was taken by surprise. My desire to help people living in conditions such as these was certainly intensified, but there was a much more radical change that occured for me over the course of this trip.

Over the past few years, I have considered a large number of ideas concerning my future and what it is I want to do with my life. However, things have begun to change drastically, and although I am much more confused now as to what my 'calling' or purpose is, I feel somehow that I am moving in the right direction. I don't know what the future will bring, but I have realized now more than ever before the importance in trusting in God for direction and purpose.

When I can, I will post some pictures and stories from the trip. That's all for now.

I've always preferred watching the fast-paced, physical game of speed, skill, and strength that is ice hockey over all other professional sports, even though it has taken a backseat in popularity in this country when compared to other sports such as football, baseball, and basketball. And poker.

Recently I read an article that looked at what is going on in other sports. Most recently we have Barry Bonds breaking the Major League Baseball record for career homeruns. However, this momentous occasion is tainted with Bonds' alleged steroid use, causing many of the game's fans to shun him and curse the fact that he know holds one of the most revered records in all of sports. Or professional football, where quarterback Michael Vick aka Ron Mexico, one of the game's icons, goes to court on dogfighting charges. Or even professional basketball, where a gambling scandal involving a referee raises major questions concerning the integrity of the game's administration.

And then we have ice hockey. What is the terrible news giving this game its black eye to match the rest? Gambling? Steroids? Dogfighting? Not quite. The closest thing we have here is two brothers playing loud music at a bachelor party. Eric Staal and his younger brother Jordan, of the Carolina Hurricanes and Pittsburgh Penguins, respectively, got busted at Eric's bachelor party for getting a little too rowdy. That's it. From the game that allows players to break the action to beat the snot out of one another. The last player to violate the league's steroid policy was a washed up old defenseman like 5 years ago. From that perspective, the NHL is by far the cleanest professional league out there.

Check out these mug shots. They look more like choir boys than criminals. I think this could be a great selling point for the NHL. They could use advertising slogans like "At least our players don't run dogfighting rings". I don't know. I'm not very creative. I'm sure you can use you imagination here and come up with better.

As I walked into work on Monday, I was stopped by my former cube-mate, Stanislav. "Ken! Did you hear the news?" he asked, sounding a bit more frantic than usual. I was baffled. I had not heard this news of which he spoke. "Ingmar Bergman died today." he told me. I was numb.

For those who may not know, Ingmar Bergman was a Swedish filmmaker and truly one of the greatest film artists of all time. His career spanned nearly 60 years and produced over 50 films. The spanse of his work not only depicted the melancholy beauty of Sweden, but also addressed some of the most challenging and profound questions known to man.

I have only had the pleasure of seeing a handful of his films, but his brilliance is evident in all of them. His mastery of light and camerawork are astounding. The depth of his characters and the irreplicable way in which he explores the soul of man leaves us with a yearning to search our own hearts. What Bergman gives us is an undefiled, naked honesty - a reflection on the struggles and questions of his own heart. Whether we share his perspective is irrelevant; we are challenged and edified nonetheless.

The first film I saw of Bergman's was The Seventh Seal. It tells the story of a knight and his squire, who return from the Crusades to find their homeland ravaged by the plague. It is rich with symbolism and profoundly thought-provoking. It is by far one of the best films I have ever seen.

For a list of Bergman's films, try Bergman on IMDB.

Recently, I had to say goodbye to a good friend.

Jungeun came here last January from Korea to study English. I had signed up to be a Conversation Partner for a student in the program, and Jungeun and I were paired together. I'll never forget how excited she was to be making her first American friend. Needless to say, I was very happy that I had been given the opportunity to be that friend.

Becoming a conversation partner has been one of the most rewarding opportunities I have ever been given. It is truly amazing to see the excitement and desire many of the foreign students have to meet people and experience American culture. Although it may be intimidating, especially for someone who isn't comfortable with the language, this type of arrangement makes it easy to initiate the friendship. And while its purpose is to help the student learn English, the experience is beneficial in many more ways. Understanding people and building personal relationships is such a vital part of our lives, and this provides a way to do so for two people that have lived completely different lives. The things one learns are really innumerable, and truly, you begin to see that there is an understanding and a communication between human beings that transcends words.

That being said, I will truly miss my friend. She is now living in Minnesota, where her cousin also lives, and will continue to study English at a college there. Going into this, one knows that eventually there must be a goodbye, after which it is not known when you will see one another again. Even so, the experience of making such a good friend is definitely worth it, and surely something I will do again.

Jungeun and I

My awesome farewell present

Last weekend, I made a voyage to the land of my youth. The journey there started off with an amazingly sweet 45-minute traffic jam. Fortunately, I had already consumed a RedBull and a Doubleshot so I was thoroughly wired and displaying various signs of insanity, signing along to the tunes of a recently discovered phenomenal band: The Snake The Cross The Crown.

The madness and general joviality persisted until about the time I arrived in the city of Pittsburgh. I turned off the interstate on the North Shore, as I was planning to meet some friends at a Pirates game at PNC Park. However, I desperately needed to access a bathroom and an ATM machine. I entered a Seven Eleven. No bathroom. Busted ATM.

No big deal. The cashier tells me the McDonald's next door has a bathroom. Their sign also indicates the presence of an ATM. I enter, do my duty in the restroom, and proceed to the ATM. There is a sign posted on it: Out of Order. At this point, I became slightly frustrated and as I began to wonder what was with this city and busted ATM machines, I recalled that the sign on Seven Eleven's ATM had incorrect grammar. Something along the lines of 'ATM is broke'. Although it had not bothered me previously, I was now enraged by it.

I proceeded to drive around looking for an ATM for about thirty minutes. Finally I found one on the corner, but there was nowhere to park. I tried pulling a U-turn in the middle of the road, and I did, but there was not sufficient room for me to sneak into a parking spot on the side, so I had to hurriedly whip it into a fire lane, run over to the ATM, run back, and drive off before anyone noticed anything. I don't think anyone saw it because I am lightning fast.

The Pirate game was enjoyable, although they blew it when they had bases juiced in the bottom of the ninth with one out. Some guy came up and I yelled at him: "If you hit into a double play, I am going to destroy you." He struck out. Then Freddy Sanchez comes up. Strikes out on three pitches. Nice job, fellows.

Saturday and Sunday brought some good times. I spent both days working with my dad installing a fence for a guy we know. We did one for him about six or seven years ago, but he is back together with his wife now and they just bought a new house, so they went back to my dad for another fence. He and his wife are two of the nicest and most generous people I've ever met. They gave us keys to the house and unlimited access to any and all refrigerators and their contents. We didn't take much but I did destroy this white tea they had because it was so good.

Most of my work was of the 'grunt' variety: digging post holes, mixing cement, driving in wood screws, tearing old fence posts out of the ground, and my personal favorite: bashing things with a sledgehammer. At one point, my dad and I were trying to pry a fence post out of the ground, and the neighbor comes over and takes my digging bar and just starts going to town on it. I had been doing the same thing, but I suppose he thought I was incompetent because I am just a young whippersnapper.

In reflection on the work I did with my old man, I now realize how much I enjoy doing that sort of thing. Partly because I was helping my dad, who really appreciated it, and partly because there is something satisfying about getting out in the sun and doing some work by the sweat of your brow. I don't get the chance to do it much these days, as I am away at school, and I really wish I could tear into that stuff more often.

It was good spending some time with my dad ripping things out of the earth together. We had some good chats, too. At one point I started singing "Peceful, Easy Feeling" by the Eagles. In response he said, "That song reminds me of you, Ken. And women." I have no idea what in blazes he meant by that.

That being said, if anyone needs anything smashed with a sledgehammer, give me a call.

Today I was reading some film reviews on facebook, when I came across this masterpiece:

"So Rocky 5 a head as soft as a grapefruit and still wins the fight in the end and the best part of the movie is Adrian finally got hot Rocky 1 she looked like a poodle"

Hope you enjoyed that.