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It got a little chilly last night, but oh my word, I can't remember the last time I saw so many stars. We didn't even bother to set up the tent, so we could look up at them as we fell asleep. There's also the sound of running water in the background – and very little else.

Andy has taken on the role of camp father, taking charge of ensuring all is set up and cooking for us. He builds a fire like a pro.

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Two camping trips in two weekends? Oh heck yes. This time we’re driving all the way to the appealingly-named Convict Lake, cramming as much stuff as we could into the Insight.

I was sitting at my desk, minding my own business, when one of the fluorescent light fixtures fell from the ceiling and crashed into the lab bench. Naturally, the first order of business was to share my shock and surprise with others by taking a picture and updating my status.

Once there, we cooked grilled cheese and laid out sleeping bags under the stars, watching meteors and allowing Mother Nature to tenderly lull us to sleep. Early this morning, however, we woke to not-so-distant thunder and lightning, using our phones (thanks, modern world!) to discover that there was an 80% chance of rain occurring in the next few hours. We packed up and headed back to Rachel's and my apartment, where we set up air mattresses and continued the "campout" in what is our friend J's ideal concept of "roughing it." Note how pleased she is to be back indoors. When we finally woke up, dreakfast was cooked over a fire that just happened to be connected to a stove instead of coals.

We did a few experiments with long-exposure photography with varying degrees of success. It was my first real attempt and I didn't spend a lot of time redoing shots, but I think I've learned a few things that should help me get to the correct camera settings faster next time.

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I've been thinking, with some trepidation, about writing this for a while now. My friend wisely pointed out that if I feel like it requires "working up the nerve to do" it's probably a good idea. Essentially, I've reached a point in my life where I feel like my beliefs need to be aggressively cast off and reexamined, a kind of philosophical molting. Topics like this can step on a lot of toes, but I think that sharing my thoughts may be interesting for others, perhaps because they feel similarly or enjoy seeing me flounder about.

As a general rule, I I don't do much public writing about faith. As sincere as I may feel, when I read the words back to myself they seems so incredibly silly, as though I was invoking Jesus for help deciding between Baskin Robbins' 31 flavors. In addition, the people awkwardly handing out tracts or quoting the Bible at every opportunity leave a bad taste in my mouth; I don't want to be that guy. At the same time a good personal philosophy will guide one's life, making it come up in conversation as a natural matter of course. Perhaps some of my discomfort stems from a lack of assurance in what I believe, a doubt that leaves me bereft of a confidence that could, were it present, allow me to share my personal thoughts without the all-too-familiar abrasive awkwardness of a zealot.

A good life-guiding philosophy is similar to a hypothesis, a conclusion drawn from observations used as a basis for further inquiry. It needs to make sense given the available data, even as it is challenged by new input. Thus, it will exist as an ongoing process of evaluation against the accumulation of information and experience, a dynamic organism that changes over time.

Publishing something, even if it is only online on a barely-trafficked website, lends a kind of permanence to the words. That's more than a little scary when you're talking about something that is subject to change by its very nature. From the beginning, I want to establish that while what I say is what I was currently thinking, I may not feel the same way at later points in the future.

I was baptized into the Catholic church at birth, as is its way, but my parents started going to a Seventh-Day Adventist (SDA or Adventist) church when I was two. Effectively I was raised in the SDA church, learning its unique culture without the benefit of multiple generations of SDA family members. This made for some interesting social situations as we tried to break into a group of people whose grandparents were friends. I later made the decision to be baptized into the SDA church as well.

I socialized with people of all backgrounds during my childhood. I also didn't go to an Adventist undergraduate university, which for me was an excellent decision: At UMBC I was challenged to objectively evaluate what I believed in light of the evidence. My life until now has allowed me to surround myself with a diverse set of people, only selectively engaging with the "Adventist world." Studying at Loma Linda University is my first time in the "Adventist school system;" I am steeped in the SDA culture and faith tradition, some of which is hard-coded into university policy. It's disconcerting to stand up in the midst of that and question everything.

I'm more than a little inspired by my friend Caitlyn Mayers, who had the courage to speak openly about this months ago. Initially, I wanted to do something similar, going back to the Bible to see what it really said. I voiced this intention to another inspiration of mine, Dr. Matthew Schrag, who pointed out that the Bible seemed to explicitly contradict some of my observations about the world. That conversation planted a seed, leading me to question the validity of the Bible itself.

As a scientist, I can't believe something simply because I am told it is true, and I believe that same rigor should be applied to my faith as well. It's not enough to be raised a certain way, or to read it in a book, regardless of the infallibility traditionally ascribed to the text. I cannot begin with a conclusion and bend the universe to fit; rather, I must observe, hypothesize, and test, painstakingly grinding the lens through which I view it.

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We’re in La Jolla right now, where thanks to the magic of smartphones and 3G I can share a few picture. I’ve never been snorkeling before, and it is incredible. Turns out the aquarium actually does make their environments look like the ocean. I doubt there’s a conspiracy theory about that, but if there were, it’s been debunked by fact. Ha!

There are also sea lions on the rocks, prompting my mermaid wife to swim out to sit near her oceanic brethren. I don’t have an underwater camera, so I can’t share the colorful fish I’ve been seeing, but at least I have some pictures of how beautiful it is here. Did I mention it’s 70s and sunny?

It's been an exciting week. Mark and Mom have been visiting us for the first time and we've been celebrating "family birthday month." Mark's on July 3, Rachel's on July 8, and mine on July 10. This has been their first time visiting us since we moved, so we've been trying to show them as much as possible: The Drayson Center water slide, Redlands and Market Night, LA, and Santa Monica. We've seen fireworks, gone shopping, avoided sunburn, and installed UV lights in my car, among other things.

We've taken a lot of great pictures (or rather, Mark has taken a lot of great pictures) but I haven't been able to process them since Mark's been sleeping in the office, and keeps using my desktop computer to play Runescape during our down times. A large number of my local friends have been going out of town: If they aren't currently away, they've either recently returned from a trip or are getting ready to leave soon. While Rachel and I aren't going to exotic places we're still having a great time hanging out and avoiding work. So there…or something like that.

As part of Rachel's birthday present we took a romantic ride on the Santa Monica ferris wheel as the sun set. We also both got excellent haircuts. This is a good thing because I was about to start wearing a paper bag on my head.