Saturday, November 22, 2008

Totally random, somewhat lame, completely bloggable

So for some reason a recent XKCD strip was bouncing wildly through my head today. There are times I wish I could just shut off the thinking for a while so that I could focus on whatever the heck is going on. I was so caught up in the feeling of this comic strip that I didn't realize I had the radio on low-volume static until I was already half way to work. Upon discovering this, I turned the radio OFF rather than to another station. There I was in the quiet solitude of the moments of my day thinking about eternity in a rocky desert.

But really, I think it bears some though. What would you do with eternity in a rocky desert? After giving it a days thought, I've reached some conclusions that kinda make me think. More.

In the strip the character derives modern mathematics. Perhaps given eternity in solitude I might come across this scenario. I guess since it's eternity, I would eventually come across every possible scenario (referring to the theory that in a truly infinite universe, every possible scenario is occurring at every instant somewhere in the universe). But I tend to think that I would just get stupider and stupider as the eons passed. My reasoning behind this is that I tend to forget math if I'm not constantly and consistently using it. This semester, my academic advisor recommended taking a Business Calculus course. I think I'm going to try and avoid it, because, despite taking all three semesters of Calculus, and learning how to integrate in three or more dimensions, I'm starting to forget some of the fundamental principles of Calculus. Imagine trying to remember math after not having taken a course in three or four lifetimes. No, I don't suppose that I would find myself in the same situation as the XKCD character at all, although I particularly enjoyed the strip.

So what would I do? What would be 'me' through eternity in a dessert? I think I would dig a hole. I know, really breaking the 'guy' stereotype with that one - what is this, kindergarden? Seriously, though (and this is something I've been thinking about all day), once I found that I had eternity without getting hungry or thirsty, I think digging a huge hole would be a great way to maintain sanity as long as possible. I wouldn't just start digging some random hole like I remember digging with my friends in second or third grade. I mean a Bingham Canyon Mine type project. I would start with a huge space as big as you could see, and make a 3' wide 15 degree spiraling path down as far as I could in the earth. This would serve several purposes. First and foremost, it would give me something to keep me occupied and keep from going insane. Secondly, I think it would be a great way to keep track of time - show yourself just how long you've really been there (i.e. digging at a rate of blah per day, I've probably been here blah days because the giant hole is blah deep). Thirdly, it would satiate a curiosity that I have of what's down there. And finally, I would hope to find some bedrock so that I could start my next project: building a tower into space. Hey, what goes down must come up... right... And if I didn't reach bedrock, maybe I could find out what it's like to swim in lava.

Why, what would you do?

Saturday, November 01, 2008

As long as I'm posting...

I've been wanting to do this for some time now. Just to prove that I'm not as eclectic as some people think I am, I present my last 10 iTunes purchases:

  1. Biomusicology by Ted Leo and the Pharmicists
  2. The Story by Norah Jones (from the movie she was in)
  3. Ashokan Farewell from The Civil War documentary by Ken Burns
  4. Redemption Song by Bobert Marley
  5. Just Like Heaven by Katie Melua (remix of The Cure song)
  6. Defying Gravity from Wicked
  7. Float On by Modest Mouse (I know, I should've bought this one long ago. But now I own it)
  8. Breakdown by Jack Johnson
  9. Stickshifts and Safetybelts by Cake (I can't really approve of the whole Fashion Nugget CD).
  10. Start Wearing Purple by Gogol Bordello
See? Not eclectic at all.

Friday, October 31, 2008

The audacity of it all...

Let's be honest - blogging has changed in the past three years. People used to give me weird looks when I told them I had a blog. Usually followed with questions like, "What do you do with a blog? Who would read it?" Now it would be more usual to hear, "oh, cool, I'll have to link to you". It was a funny transition. Three years and such a dramatic change.

Of course, it didn't quite evolve as I saw it panning out, either. I thought it would be a little more eclectic. I guess I expected more shopping lists, insane ranting, and haiku about Gandolfo's Deli. I didn't quite expect that most people were willing to put up an actual journal of events of their lives online for the world to read. I guess I didn't realize that the world just wouldn't care enough to read a random somebody's journal. I know, how naive of me. Of course, allowing access just to certain readers has changed things a little, I think. But not too many people bother to do that.

I'm not disappointed that more people grabbed onto the idea. I particularly enjoyed a recent XKCD comic that highlighted one of the benefits of everyone blogging. I certainly enjoy catching up with people and hearing about Ashley getting engaged (whoa - congratulations!). I guess the major drawback as I see it is that people ask me if I blog, and I have to kinda do a clause statement, "Yeah, I blog, just not the way you blog". Not that I'm like some esoteric writer that wouldn't deal with the swill of the amateurish world. I just like posting pictures of penguins and checkmark memes and posts comparing life to overdosing on Mentos. I indulge in posting Europe trip picture and writing about how finals suck just as much as the next guy, but I think 4.5 reasons about why I'm not going to buy a guitar speaks more about me than posting about the play I just went to see.

I'll make a note here: I've made my point, anything past this line is just further rambling on to the same end. In other words, if you stopped reading here, that would be fine with me.

Again, I'm not trying to discourage anyone from blogging, but could I just go a little more in depth as to why I have chosen to blog? From a post of mine on 09/13/06:

Perspicacity relinquishes its vibrancy in resuscitation through recitation. Experience is never secret, as it always has company in its participants; conversely not public when shared, as its participants were not in company. The infection of recitation still burns the hands of its recipients, but an obligatory dissipation abates potency. Not that I prefer the callousness of sterility (of environment, not self), but by choice I see wisdom in the inanimate, unfeeling surgical gloves. Immunization is formed not only in inoculation, but in indication (relating the foreseeable). Self, not story, is the perquisition of my perusal, whether it be found in writing or in purpose. Sweet sickness is the joy of those who isolate esoteric plagues, with reliable potency, and foreseen results. Bland, monochromatic immunity the fate of the eclectic vagabond, whether he receives it or writes it to be so.

I hate to belabor the point, but I want to make sure this is understood (I was trying to be convoluted so as to make sure people were thinking about what they were reading). I mention an infection in this post - the infection is an experience someone has. When someone shares an experience, they're hoping that whoever they're sharing it with has the same reaction (symptoms, if you will) that they had when it occurred to them. However, each time the 'infection' is shared, it loses its potency (through dissipation). I love this line (I know, I'm pretty proud of myself for this one. Almost to the point that I just about sprained my arm trying to pat myself on the back): Sweet sickness is the joy of those who isolate esoteric plagues, with reliable potency, and foreseen results. When you find a writer who is able to convey their being (thoughts, ideas, feelings - more than just 'this happened') through an experience, you enjoy reading about someone's experience. They have a reliable potency. You can trust that the story they're about to tell you is good. Why? Because their human. And the funny thing about us humans is that we like reading about other people being human (Catcher in the Rye, A Separate Peace, Hamlet, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man - I mean, just about anything). And someone that writes about their being human, not the story of what happens to them as a human, but what goes on in that very human brain of theirs as they're going through it, is relatable. And readable. That's why I wrote, "Self, not story" was what I am searching for in someone's blogs, whether they mean to write it in what they're saying, or if it shines through in the purpose of their writing.

So on this, the third anniversary of my bloggedness, I resubmit the same plea I gave at the end of my September 2006 posting. I doubt that I can change the world. But then again, everyone gave me weird looks for blogging just three years ago:

Find that motivating power that drives you to blog, and utilize it for every post. Behind the writing lies the fingerprints of the author, which is what I think makes a good post. When you can strike your own scales that measure effective expression, then validation becomes the nectarous byproduct. I know, this makes the post seem somewhat preachy, but it’s what I’ve been thinking about.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Wow

Blogger has a new dashboard. That's cool.

But that's not what I was going to write.
I was originally going to title the post 'Don't worry' (Hitchhiker's? ... anyone?). To which the content of my blog would read "The microbrew is fermenting nicely".

You see, I've been working on a blog post for the last little while. I've just got to sure up some of my thoughts and theories before I send them out there into the excruciatingly lukewarm waters of the blogosphere. I'm just as excited as you are (i.e. meh?).

More on that later (obviously).

Like, as in, another post later, not later on in this post. 'cause basically I'm wrapping up this post as we speak (well, as I speak in writing this, not as you hear me in your mind's voice reading this to you). So, I wouldn't be writing about it in this post, but you can expect it in an upcoming post.

So honestly, you can stop reading now if you expect me to post more on the subject. 'cause it's so not happening.

You hear about the new Thundercats Movie? Yeah, me neither. Don't think it'll happen. But what do I know?

No, I'm not changing the subject. There's nothing to change the subject from. I mean, if we really think about it, shouldn't the whole focus of the post be 'WOW' as indicated by the title? Oh, sorry, 'Wow'.

Well frick, maybe I'll just leave the post NOW!

Sorry, I didn't mean to be pushy like that. Here, have some Jack Johnson. You're welcome.

Saturday, August 09, 2008

You saw this coming...

This is sand. Don't ask questions, just click, make sure to click on the gray box to get instructions. Then draw a volcano and laugh at the stuff people come up with on the internet. Then send me any completed pictures.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

My latest acquisition...

iPod, meet MacBook. Get to know each other.

Seriously, though, this was all pretty exciting.

Thursday, June 05, 2008

A new day

So this is life after 200 posts. Fascinating. Is it requisite for me to move to Alaska for the summer now? Perhaps.

A few thoughts. I just kicked up my MacBook in front of the TV without really anything to do. I'm actually looking up TV shows on Yahoo! to see if it's worth reaching for the remote laying 5 feet from me. Not really - Simpsons comes on at 10:35pm, but I've not watched Simpsons since... the townhome? Plus that gives me more time to listen to Death Cab on Pandora (thanks, Michelle - yeah, it rocks).

So, Jumper. Pretty good film, besides the elephant in the room that is Anakin Skywalker's acting. Didn't like the specific way that they chose to leave it open for a sequel. But cool idea. Certainly worth a George Washington to get there. As it might be to rent the Red Box.

Saturday, May 31, 2008

Wow, all that excitement.

Only to realize that post #198 was a previously saved draft of post #200. And I still have one draft that has all of the pictures that keep "Notpoo" together. So for those of you counting, that makes this the 199th published post. But it puts my counter at 200(since I deleted the draft).

Oh, and new iTunes downloads - Norah Jones "Sunshine" and "This Story". Amazing.

Posty Post 200 - Aaaawww yeah!

So, I've been working on this post for a few weeks. It's still not finished, but I just gotsta have something posted in May, or I would consider it a wildly unfruitful month. I therefore unleash this madness:

I had a post partially written out for a while as my next post. Then came the sudden realization that my thoughtless blogginess has blessed the souls of my dear readers for 199 posts. I've therefore created a list of 200 things. It started out as a list of things about me, but that only got me to 67, so I've improvised a list of random things that fit with the blog formerly known as 'Why the World Sucks: An Optimists Opinion'. Enjoy, I know I will:
  1. I have been to Little Bighorn battlefield. Have you? Didn't think so.
  2. I am a conservative, but not necessarily a Republican.
  3. My original vehicle was a navy blue '86 Dodge Ram manual pickup truck. Loved that truck - got up to 92 m.p.h. on it one night. I of course was headed downhill.
  4. 4. 8 15 16 23 42 (They honestly just moved the entire island?! WHAT THE CRAP?!)
  5. One of my favorite Thanksgiving Day foods is cheese whiz on celery - I kid you not.
  6. I frequently lied in High School about going to Warped Tour so that I didn't seem like such a pansy. I've never been to Warped Tour, although I've considered it. Really Big Fish is playing this year. Awesome.
  7. I've never kissed a girl. Well, not on the lips. Not something I entirely regret, either, but I am looking for my opportunity to get over this one.
  8. I'm beginning to realize that 200 is a lot of stuff to go over.
  9. Berry Colossal Crunch is my favorite cereal, hands down.
  10. I ate a bowl of Fruit Loops every meal on the cafeteria plan my second semester at Ricks. I hadn't been introduced to the sensation that is Berry Colossal Crunch at that point.
  11. I was probably quite under-qualified for the job I currently have, but do not consider it to be so now.
  12. The Power and The Glory was probably my favorite book read in High School English. Not that Catcher in the Rye didn't have it's moments.
  13. I've received many comments on how I look like Bill Nye the Science Guy, who rules, by the way.
  14. I only went on two dates in High School: Homecoming and Prom my senior year.
  15. I thrived on Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in elementary school. I had a TMNT wristwatch.
  16. I turned blue choking on a nickel on my sister's birthday (I was probably 4 at this point). We still have the nickel somewhere.
  17. I used to wear glasses in elementary school. For about a year. Then my vision corrected itself, and I've never had corrective eyewear since. I think I'm going to do glasses rather than contacts when I need to, the thought of sticking something in my eye every morning is a little unsettling, plus I want to keep my eyes in pristine condition so that I can get Lasik.
  18. I had a car for 5 of 16 transfers of my mission. But it was kinda a pride issue not to use the car. Even now I downplay the fact that I ever used a car in my mission because it makes it sound like I had a 'cushy' mission. Excuse me for utilizing the tools that were available to being a better missionary.
  19. I currently weigh 127 lbs. I put that I weighed 126 on my drivers license when I was 16 because it was a lucky number of mine (I was, in fact, only about 118), and that has cursed my drivers license ever since.
  20. I had one crush from 6th grade all the way until I went on my mission. No idea what she's up to now. Don't care.
  21. I've never broken a bone.
  22. It was kinda exciting the first time I got stitches, just so that I can say I've had stitches.
  23. I've dusted the entire back wall of the upper balcony of the Conference Center. I know, wow.
  24. I detested choir people in high school. I still do to some extent. Oh, I might explain that I was a band geek, then that makes more sense.
  25. If I were to join any branch of the military, it would probably be the Navy. Nothing against the National Guard, Allison, I think it would just be the most fitting area for me.
  26. My one grandpa was a Marine in the South Pacific for WWII, the other a tail gunner in a B-17 Liberator that flew Ploesti, twice. Both have since passed on. I've been thinking I might name my son Oscar in honor of my paternal grandfather.
  27. Speaking of ancestry, one side of my ancestors made the guns for the North in the Civil War that probably shot at my ancestry from the South. My maternal grandfather would wear a cap of the confederate flag that stated: "Let 'er Fly", in case you're wondering which side did which.
  28. I got rejected from BYU. Twice. Even after graduating from Ricks. No biggie, I was supposed to go to the U, I realize that now.
  29. I've always been pretty amazing at computers and electronics in general. I have my generational culture to thank for that. They don't have A-D-D - they're just paying attention.
  30. The first CD I ever bought was "The Best of Glenn Miller". It's still around. Somewhere.
  31. I never saw (or remember seeing) the music video for "Thriller" until about 2004.
  32. I don't like the way I look with longer hair, either. Maybe if I had a beard. I look good with a beard. The world is just against me ever growing a beard. I would really love to.
  33. I signed up for my first email account when I was 15. The address is now defunct (projectmoonkill@hotmail.com). Conversely, I made my first web page when I was 13.
  34. In 9th grade, I wrote a six page dissertation on the future evolution of the cow. For fun. Lame.
  35. I've never thrown a punch, although I did whack my neighbor in the face with my school bag causing his nose to bleed. Although I fail to remember the conditions of the situation, and I regret my actions, knowing the neighbor kid, he probably deserved it. Punk.
  36. I have an unpaid late fee on my library card that's been outstanding for more than a year now. It's not big enough to go to collections, fortunately. Which they send anything $10 or over to collections. I've pretty much just stopped using my library card. Although I've considered mending the situation so that I can get in queue for the third season of 'Lost'.
  37. I don't do well in the cold.
  38. I get very ornery when I'm hungry. Worse if I'm hungry and tired. Stay away from me on fast Sunday.
  39. I like to drive down the middle of the road.
  40. I rarely put my parking break on, unless I'm driving a stick. The Dodge Ram was a stick.
  41. I'm pretty sure I was the cause of my companions bike crash that caused his wrist to break. He didn't remember the crash - he got a minor concussion and after all the pain medication the whole incident and subsequent two weeks were kinda blurry. I remember one occasion where he was starting to recall certain details of the crash, and getting them somewhat accurate. My only remarks were, "Really? That's weird." somewhat implying that things didn't go down the way he remembered them. They did.
  42. A homeless beggar once told me that the secret to getting rich was thinking about banana cream pie every night before you go to sleep. The guy was homeless, what would he know? Yet I can't get away from the crazy thought.
  43. I was one of the 80-something percent that voted not to have light rail in the Salt Lake Valley.
  44. I've often dreamed of owning a Kiwi bird as a pet, but realize that they tend to die in captivity.
  45. I'm a firm believer that $80k/year, the BMW, and a white picket fence aren't in the equation for happiness, but that finding the good in your life is.
  46. Having said that, I went to high school with a bunch of rich, smart white kids. I was one of them.
  47. I did Kindergarten in Illinois. I had my picture taken with Horace Grant and put in the local newspaper. I had no idea who Horace Grant was. My bad.
  48. Mr. Abrams was the worst teacher I've ever had, and I don't remember why. Man, I hated that guy.
  49. Crunch bars used to be my favorite candy bar. Now I can't stand the waxy cretins.
  50. I was asked this at my birthday party and would just like to confirm - I prefer brunettes over blonds, but redheads over brunettes. But then again, I'm a fan of any pretty face.
  51. I would probably live in Italy for a few years, given the chance. I really think it would be a challenge that I'd like to face.
  52. I like to reminisce on life before everyone had a cell phone. It usually makes me laugh.
  53. I've always had a brand loyalty to Nintendo ever since the 8-bit system. Which I still have in working condition, thank you.
  54. I am a Mac fan, but I try to dissuade others from buying macs. They've become trendy, but they're overpriced if you're just using them for word processing and Internet. Talk to me about Macs when you're buying Photoshop.
  55. Speaking of which, I've never really had a strong urge to buy an iPod, but it seems to me that it's one of those things you didn't know you needed to have until you have one.
  56. I've an Achilles heel for ice cream. I know, welcome to Utah right? Seriously, though, I cannot refuse ice cream if it's ever offered. I usually take those half-gallon cartons in two or three sittings.
  57. It's a little O.C.D., but I keep my cell phone, keys, and pen in my left pocket, my wallet in the right. I can tell by just putting my hand in my pocket if something is missing - three on the left, one on the right. It's actually kinda stressful for me to switch anything around, I'm quite particular aboot it.
  58. I'd like to own a Mini Cooper or a Smart car, and for some reason I've always thought that the Neon was a pretty cool car.
  59. I've come to certain realizations that if you can do with less, you don't miss having more. Once you've made a conscious limit on what you're going to have with you, it's not a huge problem that you didn't bring something with you or you threw something out. In my daydreams of me moving to Italy, all I take with me is a week's worth of cloths, a towel, a toothbrush and toothpaste, and I.D.
  60. I don't dance, though I've made numerous attempts to try. I even took a Salsa class at the U. I really don't remember a thing.
  61. I can be good at math, and I can self-teach math pretty quickly, but I'm horrible at remembering math. Horrible. Six years of using trigonometry, and now I couldn't tell you any of the properties.
  62. Dance Dance Revolution is an opiate for the masses. I know that's not something you didn't know about me. Fine, I believe that Dance Dance Revolution was designed to be an opiate for the masses
  63. I blog, you blog, he blogs, she blogs, it blogs, they blog, thou bloggest, we blog, blog blogs, Bob Loblaw law blogs, blog blog blahg blog blog.
  64. I've only recently started reading other sections of the newspaper, but when push comes to shove, the comics get read first. They're the only thing in Google Reader that I read as soon as they appear, which is daily.
  65. I'm now downloading the podcasts to the Dave Ramsey show. I've gotten through most of "Total Money Makeover" - great book. I mostly listen to the show as a reminder not to do anything stupid with my money.
  66. I'm excited for the Solitude disc golf course to open up again, though it's going to be a late season, ski season is going to last a while longer this year.
  67. I've learned how to use an abacus, apparently visualizing an abacus when doing math increases EEG (like a mental EKG). I don't know why, but it seems to stress me out more than anything.
  68. I get carsick really easily. Like when trying to use my laptop on a train, as I'm currently doing (as this list has been in process for about 2 weeks now. Hurl.
  69. Speaking of Hurley, I'm going to be borrowing the 'Lost' DVDs this week and get into the phenomenon.*Note: keep in mind it took me several weeks to write this post, which is why there's chronological inconsistencies. Kinda like on 'Lost'
  70. If I had to choose between a punch to the ribs or a punch to the gut, I'd choose the ribs. It's more likely that whoever is throwing the punch will get hurt. I'm guessing I'm not the only guy who's thought about this.
  71. I've tried to estimate how many times I've driven Highland Drive. Almost everyday there and back in elementary through high school, plus whatever extra-curricular activities. Anytime I drive to the U. I've estimated that it's about 5,200 times. Freak – think about that - 98th South to 215 or visa-versa about 5,200 times. Schtank.
  72. I bought my first pair of flat-front dress pants this weekend. “Worse than the conformist is he who spends his life always worried about conforming.
  73. I've only had 1 traffic violation ever - going 65 in a 50 zone. No accidents ever (well, I did take out a stop sign at the institute on a snowy day - since it's on private property there was no ticket issued), and since the officer was kind enough to lower the ticket to 59, it never went on my record (it was less than 10 m.p.h. over the limit).
  74. Dave Ramsey has given me a new outlook on my financial situation, I highly suggest “The Total Money Makeover”, and living like no one else so that later you can live like no one else.
  75. I am concerned about people who get married before they are socially adapted. It's not really an age thing, I've met plenty of mature 20 year olds and socially inept 30 year olds. It's about people who 'get it' socially. There's little hope that you'll gain sagacious social skills after you're married, there's less demanding motivation.
  76. I used to love the snow. I suppose I still do.
  77. The Incredibles is incredibles. I'm pretty sure it's my favorite movie.
  78. On one of my most recent dates, my date revealed that she is writing a novel. a) Dang, that's ambitious b) I'm pestered by a strong desire to read it.
  79. I think driving through Wyoming is more beautiful than driving through Southern Idaho or most other sparsely populated drives. I'm guessing it might be an acquired taste. I like Wyoming.
  80. Lone Peak has been calling me for the past 10 years. I'm hiking it this year. I think I might do Olympus to 'warm up'.
  81. Most of Oxnard was covered by a graffiti removal system that would clean most of the graffiti up within a week of it being down. I thought this was great, as it probably did a lot to prevent graffiti from taking place. That said, the canal was one area not touched by this program, and was showcase to some of the most amazing graffiti I've been witness to.
  82. When you do a Europe trip, skip doing a sleeper train. It's more expensive, and not comfortable enough to get a decent sleep, which you need to tour Europe. Or if you do, spend the extra €10 and get into the first-class car.
  83. My biggest pet peeve about gabachos speaking Spanish is the accent. It literally causes pain to my ears to hear a bad accent. Not to sound hypocritical, I recognize that I have an accent as well, but I stress that the hardest in my Spanish speaking.
  84. 'Magnify your calling' gets thrown around a lot at church. There's one simple way of doing that: DO YOUR CALLING. That is all, thank you.
  85. It's overcast today. I really like overcast summer days, they're rare enough to be appreciated, it wasn't windy or rainy, and puffy white clouds are cool.
  86. Puffy white clouds are cool.
  87. No matter how rich I get, I'll never own as many tools as my dad. That's something I just have to live with. How is it that he managed to have three (3) different sizes of oil filter wrenches on hand?
  88. I've always had a desire to be a culinary artist, but realize that that's not the most viable dream to have. I suppose that's why I like watching Iron Chef so much.
  89. I was sad to see the demise of CompUSA. It's like when the Radio Shack megastore (Ultimate Universe?) went under. Dang that place was awesome. But the realms of nerdom are dwindling.
  90. Some of the most interesting things I've eaten are chocolate covered crickets and iguana. The iguana was disgusting – the skin was chewy like bubble gum, and it tasted like a reptile cage smells.
  91. If at first you don't succeed, deny trying.
  92. If brute force doesn't work, you're not using enough.
  93. Chuck Norris doesn't churn butter, he round-house kicks the cow and butter comes out.
  94. Hate is a special kind of love I give to people who suck.
  95. Getonetogo.
  96. I was at the state capitol re-dedication. Pretty sweet.
  97. That's what she said.
  98. I'm tired of Salt Lake City trying to be something it's not – it's really not a major city like Denver or Las Vegas, so let's stop trying to imitate them.
  99. Psssht – Alaska ... right ...
  100. Email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email,email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email,email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email,email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email,email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email,email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email,email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email,email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email,email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email, email.
  101. Dalmatians.
  102. Wow, this thing's been in process for weeks now and I've only barely gotten half way through. This could take a while.
  103. I'd like to see the server farms Google puts up for a project on such a large scale as Blogger.
  104. Cartoon. Yeah, that's how I feel.
  105. To err is human, to really mess things up requires a computer.
  106. Why are waterfalls so intriguing?
  107. What's the deal with GrapeNuts?
  108. = 4 + 8 + 15 + 16 + 23 + 42.
I can't believe I read the whole thing. A few times over for editing purposes. Well, I only got to 108 of 200 things, but I feel accomplished enough to press that 'Publish Post' button that's mocked me for a few weeks now.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

First Purchase from iTunes

Since I got so many replies to my music thread I thought you might be interested in first blood - Question by the Old '97s. Purchased to give my friends a listen since they hadn't heard it before. Still weighing in Weezer (Red Album comes out soon), and checking out Dan in Real Life (has Michelle ever made a bad recommendation?), and taking count of some new contenders.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

As if the Universe recognized it owed me one...

I got a $15 iTunes card for my birthday. This opens so many windows to crawl out of.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Noted.

New Jet Li movie out. Funny, I don't remember making a movie.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

It's that time of the year again...

Yes, it's about time for my annual CD purchase. CDs or artists currently under consideration, and a scale on 1 to 10 of how much they're under consideration, include:

  • The other Snow Patrol CD(9)
  • Weezer (I'm a lot like you so please, hello, I'm here, I'm waiting
    I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me)(10)
  • Elton John(7)
  • Red Hot Chili Peppers(5)
  • Cake(5)
  • Modest Mouse(7)
  • Muse(4)
  • Death Cab(8)
  • Screw being confined to albums and just buy 10 or so songs off of iTunes (9)
I still have until school gets out, but I'm working on finalizing it.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Found in translation

A few thoughts to 1) put them down on paper to see if they sound as good as they did in my mind, and 2) make blog post #2 for the month. So, without further ado:

• Analogies that I've been using in my life:
I've been feeling today somewhat like a cork in an ocean current. I'm headed somewhere with a future about it, but it's still really vague. And I've lost track of my personal references to track my progress. So I'm somewhere headed towards a certain future, but today is where I'm at. I consider myself successful by my standards, but I've yet to reach some future success that I feel vaguely drawn towards.

The second analogy comes from Elder Maxwell, so I'll just quote him directly:
"Furthermore, certain taste buds of our souls may have been burned over by sin, and our Father desires that we regenerate these by repentance. Our Heavenly Father also desires the development of what are presently the many other neglected taste buds of our souls. These, when they are really developed, will bring even greater happiness and true joy."
- Neal A. Maxwell, “The Pathway of Discipleship,” Ensign, Sep 1998, 7 (emphasis added)

one more line (non-analogical) from that talk:
"Failing to be valiant in Christian discipleship will leave us without significant happiness. Therefore, our active avoidance of wickedness must be followed by our active engagement in righteousness."

• considerations:
- I've been considering that I'm not nearly as 'deep' as I once thought. This is mostly due to the shallowness that our lives can attain if we become callous to routine, and routine becomes the norm. Perhaps I've lost depth, is that possible?

- I've been considering 'fashion'. I don't know that I can state anything about fashion, but it's been in my considerations. There's a lot to say here. Let me iterate just one example. My 'new' shirt from B.R. is now one of my favorites to wear. Of my close (think proximity) associations, I'm pretty sure I know who would applaud me on my purchase, and those who would be disgusted upon setting foot anywhere near a B.R. Wether or not I look good in the shirt is a matter of perspective. I've heard and read and been taught many times that how you feel you are perceived influences profoundly how you act. I feel more confident in my B.R. shirt because I know it's a shirt that looks a little sharper than a 'nice shirt'. I spent $37 on said shirt ('twas on sale), and accompanied the frivolity of the purchase with a $12 t-shirt to go with it. It's a little more than I'm usually willing to spend on clothes, and I've been mixed on how I feel about it.

• Things I've been pushing or trying in life:
- brutal punctuality
- insightful contemplation
- drinking more water
- reading something other than textbooks (I completed "The Richest Man in Babylon" this last week. An interesting read if nothing else. I'm not sure where to go from here. Maybe "The Little Prince". I need to find me some non-blogging time. Course, I need more blogging time, too).
- listening

well, time to move on, I've been on this post for a while and just realized I left my bookbag at home, which I will need for my next class. Ciao.

Saturday, March 08, 2008

Another reason not to go green

So I was walking through the parking lot of the COB when I watched one of those Prius cars slipped by me quite silently. Impressive, I thought. Then I had another thought - I remember learning in my ASL class that if you pull up to a crosswalk and a blind person is crossing the street, you shouldn't back up because the person is using the sound of your car engine to determine their position on the crosswalk. What if you're driving a hybrid car? The engine is so silent, the blind person wouldn't even know that your there, and could feasibly walk right into your car. So next time you consider buying a hybrid car, consider how it might be harming the environment. Of blind people.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Toed

I hope you'll indulge me in a little story telling. I'd keep it short, but that's not how it was for me.

Background: As I was leaving the institute for work today, I got to my car only to find that the battery was dead. Luckily, &rea was close by with jumper cables to bail me out (Thanks!) However, that only got me to work. After work, I found my car completely dead. I took Trax to 90th and had my parents pick me up, had a short dinner at their place, then drove with my dad back to work to jump the car and get it home. For some reason (still under investigation) it didn't take a jump. So my dad got out the tow rope, hitched up my car, and began the drive home. The following is my account:

South Temple

I begin to ponder how many times I've been towed 10 feet behind a car. It is in number not a few. Even as my dad says it, I remember the strategy: "I'm the gas, you're the brakes". It's not the most difficult maneuver, but I've mastered it over a few tries. As we approach a red light, I've got to apply enough brake for my car and the Jeep. The whole time, my dad will be pressing the gas to keep the tow line taught. Then, when we're moving, it's my job to keep the slack out of the line. When slack gets in the line it's tricky to get out: too much brake and you'll jerk the rope, too little and you'll find yourself coasting right into the back of your tow car. And at all costs avoid bouncing (slack, jerk, slack, jerk), it's too much stress on the hitch and the line.

Left on 3rd West

The city seems pretty quite for 10:15 at night. The metered stalls are even empty, an oddity that I don't see very often.

Left onto 6th South

In Sunday School a few weeks ago, the teacher had drawn a diagram depicting the various parts of the Vision of the Tree of Life. As a jest, he labeled the great and spacious building "Studio 600". The red glow of the building logo brings this back to my memory.

As we pass Trolley Square, I remember the events of a year ago. Just as the news of the shootings was breaking we (a few members of the Forward Party that had stayed late working on the campaign) were pulling into the North lot of Trolley Square right by the Chili's. At this point it was thought that there were two gunmen, one who was down and the second was still running around by the card store a few hundred feet from where we were parking. A quick judgement had us eating at the sports bar at the Gateway. Later, the campaign would decide to host its support party at the south end of the Trolley Square Mall to help prompt students and others to return to Trolley Square. I get chills thinking of Columbine, Trolley Square, Virginia Tech, and the recent shootings at Northern Illinois University.

Right onto 7th East

I begin to think about thinking. I know this sounds dumb, but I had actually planned at the beginning of December to set aside time to just think. Now, only two+ months later, I've kinda decided thinking best come spontaneously, like in quite moments when you find yourself being towed 10 feet behind a car at 20 m.p.h. You can't just schedule time to listen to your mind. Well, at least I usually fall asleep. Have you ever tried to focus on the images that come up when your eyes are closed? Creepy. I have been better at straight up listening, however. This came about after a particularly long FHE in which we sat while someone let all the air out of his head. Well, apparently not all of it, he was still going fine when we wrapped up the lesson. Anyhow, I've decided that I've still got plenty of learning to do by listening. Present post excluded.

2100 South

I pass the Dee's that we would go to after choir concerts. Was that really two years ago? The tow chord snaps after a jerk start, but a quick knot and we're back rolling.

3300 South

I begin formulating this blog post. Also pondering about the CNN producer that got fired for his personal blog - link. Although I recognize his story is a little biased, and after further research understand that his blogs had some pretty opinionated subject matter, I find it greatly disconcerting. And did an intern really get fired for writing her job experiences to a password-protected, private online journal? Weird.

4500 South

Tricky area - the speed limit gets up to 50 in this area, and traffic comes down to 2 lanes. I'm still flanking left of the Jeep so I can see any hand signals that my dad might give, not realizing at this point that he's rolled up his window to keep the cold out. The brakes are really stiff by this point, not having the fluid pump operating. Steering is almost impossible, but I'm not the one who has to do most of the steering, so, no problem, mon.

6200 South

As a distinct ache in my lower back waxes to a sharper, more focused pain I am reminded of dating. For about two years now, any time I ask a girl out on a second date, I make a new mix CD off of my iTunes playlist and play it in the car on the date to commemorate the occasion. I've four such CD's. Each is named after the girl that the date was with. I'm currently listening to Bethany, the latest CD to be made (note: although there was not enough juice to turn the engine, everything else like flashers, radio, headlamps, etc. worked fine). I think of a recent conversation with Wendy, where we talked about how dating gets increasingly less fulfilling with time. I think of how embarrassing it would be to forget one's wallet on a date, and then to try and pay using change, still coming up short. But man, what a story that would be.

Not to sound cynical, but I try to remember the last time I was faced with the decision to either call a girl up and ask her out, or drive myself slowly insane just thinking about her. It's been a while. I almost feel overwhelmingly temperate with the amount of concentration I've been asked to give the past few weeks. It's not that I don't want to date, it's that I've not had time to think about it. School is taking up a lot more energy, focus, and time than it ever has in the past. And, again, not to sound cynical, but it's been a while since any girl has grabbed my interest enough for me to think about it for longer than the time with which she occupies my immediate visual vicinity. I'll have to come up with a date to go to the ARUP Dedicated Donor Recognition Dinner, but that's not for a while. Plus, if all else fails I've got 'friends'.

7200 South

I begin to think of how many times I've been on Highland. Let's see, there and back every day of school from 3rd grade through graduation, then most days going to the U for the past four years. - probably close to 8,000 times I've traveled that road. It's time to find a new state.

As we pass Bengal Blvd. my role changes to a little more riskier scenario - we're now headed downhill, so I have to break twice as hard to keep a 20mph rate slowing my car and the Jeep. But we're almost home.

Creek Road

My friend and I used to travel Creek Road as fast as we could when it was all torn up. I start to think about the weekend. Should be a good weekend - not too much homework, and there's a 25-30 year old conference Friday / Saturday. Aaah, the 25-30 year old singles organization - I like to think of it as the most exclusive church organization I've had chance to be a part of. At this point I've had enough of Bethany and tune her out.

9400 South

As we approach home, I refine in my mind some of the details of this post. It's going to be a long post, but I'm not really expecting anyone to read it all the way through. I also think of my eBay Case Study assignment due Tuesday. The rest of my group is waiting on me to compile all of the loose parts into one essay and write a conclusion. It's going to be a late night. I think I'll most likely just do it tomorrow morning and stagger into work at lunchtime.

9800 South

Is it snowing again? Eh, I guess if it's lightly it's not too bad. I kinda liked Phoenix whilst I was there. Speaking of which, have ya'll checked out the new "Street View" option on Google Maps? Pretty sweet. My mad navigation / map reading skills are going obsolete... sad.

The Final Stretch

I forget, is velocity the integral of position or the derivative of position? Let's see, if I map out my position, the slope of the curve would give me ... my velocity - it's derivative. The derivative of position is velocity, the derivative of velocity is acceleration, and the derivative of acceleration is jerk. It's been a pretty smooth ride, not a whole lot of jerk to account for. Other than we broke the tow cable. Jerk is measure by a device called a 'jerkmeter', which inversely correlates to a 'stud finder'. The derivative of jerk is snap. The superfluous two derivatives of snap have been facetiously labeled crackle and pop, respectively. And someone said nerds don't have a sense of humor...

Home

Blahg (i.e., to let the air rush out of my head).

Now

1:47 A.M. - time to drive my parent's car home and get some sleep, before I have to get up and think about that case study.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Ates

Passionate about:
1. Family
2. Efficiency
3. Hiking
4. Being helpful to anyone who asks
5. Absorbing information
6. Pondering, especially when it comes to people watching
7. Space (the space around me - not the final frontier)
8. Being understood and understanding

Want to:
1. Own a Mini Cooper
2. Own a minor fixer-upper and fix it up well
3. Have more than a cursory knowledge about car repair
4. Be well-read
5. Have a family of my own
6. Get A.C.E. and A+ certification.
7. Teach like my mission president
8. Visit Italy and Switzerland.

Have recently read:
1. Textbooks: like none other this semester
2. Joseph Smith: Rough Stone Rolling by Richard Bushman
3. Living by the Power of Faith by Elder Cook (not the apostle)
4. In Perfect Balance by Elder Christensen
5. Here Stands a Man by Blaine and Brenton Yorgason
6. Wikipedia
7. An Inconvenient Book by Glenn Beck
8. minds

Say:
1. That's monkey sad (usually followed by "have you seen a monkey cry? That's how sad that is.")
2. Noted*
3. Meh.
4. So there I was...
5. And that's why (sarcastic insert)
6. (buzzer sound)Game over.
7. Schweet
8. I do well, thank you.
*did not pick up from Michelle

Attracted to friends by:
1. How good they handle high-stress situations
2. Insightful
3. Introspective. Usually really introspective. Means there's something there worth looking at.
4. Optimistic attitude / expressions
5. Unique humor
6. Confidence
7. Temperance
8. Willingness to try something new

Could listen to over and over:
1. Duke Ellington
2. Float On by Modest Mouse
3. Biomusicology by Ted Leo and the Pharmacists
4. Life is a Highway by whoever sings it
5. Moonlight Sonata, Beethoven
6. Undone by Weezer
7. Amy Lee - seriously, anything. I could listen to a soundtrack of her hiccups.
8. Nightswimming by R.E.M.

Learned this year:
1. If I were blind, I would consider visiting a nudist beach
2. Scheduling is crucial
3. Working in panic mode doesn't always mean things get done faster.
4. I'm definitely not as smart as I thought, however,
5. I've covered more ground than I thought I could
6. Wow, do I really have to come up with 16? Ummm... Guitar Hero 3
7. Flight of the Conchords
8. I'll have to think aboot this more, check back with me.

And:
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Tag:
1. Freeze
2. Kissing
3. "Missionary" ... yes ... that's what it's called
4. G├╝ten
5. T.V.
6. Phone
7. Tonsil
8. Flashlight

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Things to do in 2008, a list

Well, it's taken a while, but I've finally got my list. Thanks to Creativity and Awright for the inspiration.

- Get a haircut. I like mixing highly achievable goals in with my other ones.
- Stay one step ahead of the class. Which means barely keeping up with the teacher.
- Go out on a freakin' date! Sheesh!
- Get to bed on time
- Get up on time
- More blogging, less blahgging. I've been working on this one for a while.
- Finish this post.
- Climb Lone Peak. It's been ten years since I first got the urge for this one. What makes this year different? I've been working on visualization exercises. In my mind it's already done. As soon as the snow starts melting, I'm hitting the trails to get in shape. I'm thinking July 5th on this one, but I've yet to set a date.
- Read. Something other than textbooks, scriptures, Wikipedia, blogs, warning labels, bathroom stall writing, tattoos (a generic form of highly accurate information), the comics, The First Presidency message, or between the lines. At some time during the year (I've been told goals are more achievable when there's a timeframe attached).
- Organize my books by color . Shouldn't take long.
- Save money.
- Find true love, but mistakingly diagnose it as a heavy reaction to that piece of moldy pigeon carcass I just ate on my way into the joint (he triple dog dared me!). Eh, who am I kidding, there's no way she'd wanna kiss me with my moldy pigeon breath anyhow. Unless it was ... after all ... true love.

Oh, and I should be updating my blog sometime soon. Like, maybe by the end of the semester. See I've already got the header finished:


We're getting there. And now to scratch one off the list...