A couple weeks ago I sat in the upper deck of Rogers Arena, in downtown Vancouver, watching as college students, their leaders and some parents streamed into the 19,000 seat venue.

It is good to read. C.S. Lewis says that reading opens your eyes to worlds which were previously never available.

When I first sat down to write on this subject, I was planning on opening with some sort of shot at former MLB-er, Roger Clemens, and his famed usage of the word "misremembered."

In my opinion, New Years is a sham. Call me fuddy dud, but I’ve never been able to “get” New Years. I’ve never really been astounded at the coming of a new year. I don’t know if it’s good or bad, but I’ve also never been one to make resolutions. Mainly because I know I’m not going to keep them, or in most cases even remember them.

For the most part, people are creatures of habit. We have the same routine, we eat the same foods, we talk to the same people, we go to the same websites and week after week we cycle through the same clothes, in the same communities.

Have you ever played with one of those "20 Question" machines? The little all knowing orbs that ask you to think of something and then ask you twenty questions promising to tell you the name of the object you are thinking of?

In 1994 Michael Jordan took a hiatus from the NBA to try his hand at Major League Baseball. In his one and only year in the farm program of the Chicago White Sox, his airness registered a pedestrian 46 RBI’s, not outstanding, not horrible.

It just so happened that my last class of my collegiate career was a freshman level ethics class I put off for four years. Unbeknownst to me, the final paper for Philosophy 111E was simply a philosophical reflection on my pursuit of the good life. The following is what I turned in, it scored a solid A-.

Why do I need premarital counseling? I love her, she loves me…isn’t that the big thing? The short answer is “No.”