Olympians’ body types have changed. This video shows you why. I found most fascinating the explanation about male vs. female ski jumpers. Hope you enjoy watching those incredible body types compete!
Poem: My Problem
Written Dec. 20, 1995 When Jonathan is 16 My problem? My problem… hmmm… I stop and think. I have so much wealth, not in money or in things I own but wealth in non material things This is not my…
Christmas Lights Scavenger Oddities: December Date Night
Last year for Christmas, Carrie gave me 1 date a month for 12 months. This year we’ve gotten to do lots of fun things like a night for a German game called “Mensch Aergere Dich Nicht” (a game like Sorry),…
Thoughts On A Perfect Fire
It is December 1997 and Jonathan is 18 The Fire There is such a thing as a perfect fire. Anyone who has ever seen one knows that it is perfect simply by looking at it and understanding the way it…
Why Get Out Of America
Since coming back to America 2 years ago, I have deeply realized just how few Americans know (anything about) what’s going on in the outside world. I forgot this for a while. America is so loud. I started listening to…
Poem: As An Eagle
Written December of 1994 when Jonathan is 15 As An Eagle by Jonathan Kraft Crying out with an anthem Soaring Gliding Never stopping On wings of endless flight Through a turning night Turning dark Soaring endlessly through the dark Trying…
Poem: Howling In The Night
Written December 1994 when Jonathan is 15 Howling In The Night by Jonathan Kraft Coyote, Coyote, howling in the night Why do you cry? Is it your fright? Or is it simply that you can see the large decline in…
Poem: To The Mouse (# 2)
Dec. 13, 1995 To the mouse (#2): I’m sorry you’re dead, but if you hadn’t tried to eat the cheese, you wouldn’t have gotten caught in the trap.
Go Broncos!
Top of the four Seasons hotel this morning. Go Broncos!
Poem: I Feel So Separated
December 1997 and Jonathan is 18 Me I feel so separated from myself From my body, from my emotions Even sometimes from my spirit All because I listen to my heart, But don’t hear what it says to me, And…