in hiding?

xxx: haha i always ask how ppl met their gf/bf

i want to know, WHERE ARE ALL THE GOOD GUYS HIDING????!!

in a CAVE?

me: LOL

xxx: or just at church?

haha

Cambridge Public Library

... possibly my fave new place around Boston!

pictures below are stolen from all over the Internet.

This is a pic of the old (left) and the new CPL buildings

New Building

Part of the 1st floor

A study corner

Teen Lounge

You prob can't tell from the photo, but the lights on the sides of the walls are colorful...

There are also booths near the back of the room for folks to study/snack

Children's Floor

a reading corner of the Children's Floor... with carpet stones!

Old Building

The donor of the CPL old building asked for this piece to be kept permanently on one of the CPL walls

A reading room in the old building

This is where I'm "studying" right now!!

... uh oh, I don't want to leave...... =)

From Gracias! by Henri J. Nouwen

"My hour in the Carmelite chapel is more important that I can fully know myself. It is not an hour of deep prayer, nor a time in which I experience a special closeness to God; it is not a period of serious attentiveness to the divine mysteries. I wish it were! On the contrary, it is full of distractions, inner restlessness, sleepiness, confusion, and boredom. It seldom, if ever, pleases my senses. But the simple fact of being for one hour in the presence of the Lord and showing him all that I feel, think, sense, and experience, without trying to hide anything, must please him. Somehow, somewhere, I know that he loves me, even though I do not feel that love as I can feel a human embrace, even though I do not hear a voice as I hear human words of consolation, even though I do not see a smile as I can see a human face. Still the Lord speaks to me, looks at me, and embraces me there, where I am still unable to notice it. The only way I become aware of his presence is in that remarkable desire to return to that quiet chapel and be there without any real satisfaction. Yes, I notice, maybe only retrospectively, that my days and weeks are different days and weeks when they are held together by these regular 'useless' times. God is greater than my senses, greater than my thoughts, greater than my heart. I do believe that he touches me in places that are unknown even to myself. I seldom can point directly to these places; but when I feel this inner pull to return again to that hidden hour of prayer, I realize that something is happening that is so deep that it becomes like the riverbed through which the waters can safely flow and find their way to the open sea."