Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Sunday, November 27, 2005
It sifts from Leaden Sieves...
We had our first cumulative snowfall last night. It was only about two inches here in the valley, but it was enough to make everything white. I took this picture of the courtyard in my apartment complex when I got home from the club last night.
I took these after Church this morning.
Most of the resorts opened this weekend. I think I might try and take some time off work in the middle of the week for some boarding this month. By the way, I just want to make sure everyone knows my house is totally open to anyone who wants to hang out and go boarding. And if you're a skier? Well, I guess you can come, too, but you'll have to sleep on the floor. Just kidding! You can have the couch.
I took these after Church this morning.
Most of the resorts opened this weekend. I think I might try and take some time off work in the middle of the week for some boarding this month. By the way, I just want to make sure everyone knows my house is totally open to anyone who wants to hang out and go boarding. And if you're a skier? Well, I guess you can come, too, but you'll have to sleep on the floor. Just kidding! You can have the couch.
Maniacs
John, Caleb, and I had been talking all day about what to do tonight. The original plan was to hit up the new hookah bar in downtown SLC, but, after doing extensive research, we couldn't find the address. So, John and I ended up meeting Ryan and Jesse for dinner at a sports bar. Caleb and Tanya were supposed to come, too, but we got some snow (yay!), and Tanya was nervous about taking her car out. After dinner, we had coffee, and then headed down to Area 51. However, this time, it wasn't 80s Night. It was Fetish Night.
I've never really been to a fetish night at a club before, but I have to say, it was a blast. We sort of planned on going, so I brought a pair of BDU pants with me, just in case. I changed in the car, and also had on a skin-tight black t-shirt, and my BDU cap. Most people were dressed in lots of black leather and bondage gear, but there were people there of all persuasions. It was a freak show, and we were totally digging it. On the stage, there was a guy in a weird doctors outfit giving fire massages, which was definitely a bizarre sight. They only have it once a month, so I don't think it's going to get old anytime soon.
I feel like I'm kind of exploring this seedy underbelly of SLC, and I like it.
I've never really been to a fetish night at a club before, but I have to say, it was a blast. We sort of planned on going, so I brought a pair of BDU pants with me, just in case. I changed in the car, and also had on a skin-tight black t-shirt, and my BDU cap. Most people were dressed in lots of black leather and bondage gear, but there were people there of all persuasions. It was a freak show, and we were totally digging it. On the stage, there was a guy in a weird doctors outfit giving fire massages, which was definitely a bizarre sight. They only have it once a month, so I don't think it's going to get old anytime soon.
I feel like I'm kind of exploring this seedy underbelly of SLC, and I like it.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Completely Indescribable
So, I know this may come as a surprise to you, but actually, I really don't go to all that many death metal concerts. All the moshing and aggression and screaming is just not my bag. However, when a band like Gwar comes to town, you just have to go. With me were Ken, a guy in my shop, and Stephanie, a girl who was on RST with me.
There were three opening bands, and I don't think I could name any of them. All I know is one had the word "devil" in it. There was lots of moshing and punching and screaming, away from which I tried to stay, but I still managed to get bumped around a bit.
When Gwar came out, everyone went crazy. I was inadvertantly pushed toward the front of the crowd. People were packed so tight, there were periods of several seconds each where my feet didn't touch the floor. I just tried to think of it as a big group hug.
Now, for those of you not familiar with Gwar, they're not really like any other metal band around. They take the spectacle of the live show to new heights. One might compare them to Kiss or Slipknot, but Gwar is in a category all its own. Their set is decked out in bones and guts. They dress in big alien monster costumes. They talk about death and destruction, and they're purposefully controversial. However, there's nothing scary about it. It's all set up like a severely demented children's program, and it's kinda funny.
When they first came out, they brought with them a guy dressed like the pope, except his outfit was all red and covered in swastikas. He chopped the head off another guy, and covered everyone in blood. For the second song, they brought out George Bush. They also chopped of his head, which covered us again. The next was Dick Cheney. I guess Dick had it easy. They only ripped out his heart. Next was Sharon Osborne. The ripped her clothes off, and mangled her breasts. The final victim was Michael Jackson. Michael's face was ripped off, and his penis was detached. In each of these little rampages, which spanned the course of the entire show, we were covered in blood and other various coloured liquids, which I won't describe further. And each time something was sprayed, it went on for at least four or five minutes, just to make sure everyone got it equally. During all this, they also referred to Utahns as "a bunch of inbred, mutated freaks" and said several cruel things about Mormons. But you know, it was all so absurd, I just couldn't help but laugh the whole time.
As for the aftermath, well, I'll just say we looked like extras from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Most of us having attended a Gwar show before, we were smart enough to bring towels. I've taken three showers since I got home, and my face and hands are still purple. When I took my contacts out, even they were purple. I wore old jeans and a black t-shirt, but I think next time (should there be one), I'll wear a white t-shirt to save kind of as a war trophy.
To those even remotely curious about Gwar, I recommend checking out their website. Particularly funny is the "mythos" link, which tells the story of their origin, and the band member blogs. It's obvious these guys don't take themselves too seriously, nor do I.
There were three opening bands, and I don't think I could name any of them. All I know is one had the word "devil" in it. There was lots of moshing and punching and screaming, away from which I tried to stay, but I still managed to get bumped around a bit.
When Gwar came out, everyone went crazy. I was inadvertantly pushed toward the front of the crowd. People were packed so tight, there were periods of several seconds each where my feet didn't touch the floor. I just tried to think of it as a big group hug.
Now, for those of you not familiar with Gwar, they're not really like any other metal band around. They take the spectacle of the live show to new heights. One might compare them to Kiss or Slipknot, but Gwar is in a category all its own. Their set is decked out in bones and guts. They dress in big alien monster costumes. They talk about death and destruction, and they're purposefully controversial. However, there's nothing scary about it. It's all set up like a severely demented children's program, and it's kinda funny.
When they first came out, they brought with them a guy dressed like the pope, except his outfit was all red and covered in swastikas. He chopped the head off another guy, and covered everyone in blood. For the second song, they brought out George Bush. They also chopped of his head, which covered us again. The next was Dick Cheney. I guess Dick had it easy. They only ripped out his heart. Next was Sharon Osborne. The ripped her clothes off, and mangled her breasts. The final victim was Michael Jackson. Michael's face was ripped off, and his penis was detached. In each of these little rampages, which spanned the course of the entire show, we were covered in blood and other various coloured liquids, which I won't describe further. And each time something was sprayed, it went on for at least four or five minutes, just to make sure everyone got it equally. During all this, they also referred to Utahns as "a bunch of inbred, mutated freaks" and said several cruel things about Mormons. But you know, it was all so absurd, I just couldn't help but laugh the whole time.
As for the aftermath, well, I'll just say we looked like extras from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Most of us having attended a Gwar show before, we were smart enough to bring towels. I've taken three showers since I got home, and my face and hands are still purple. When I took my contacts out, even they were purple. I wore old jeans and a black t-shirt, but I think next time (should there be one), I'll wear a white t-shirt to save kind of as a war trophy.
To those even remotely curious about Gwar, I recommend checking out their website. Particularly funny is the "mythos" link, which tells the story of their origin, and the band member blogs. It's obvious these guys don't take themselves too seriously, nor do I.
Friday, November 25, 2005
Stuffed
For Thanksgiving yesterday, I joined the Brothers Wendt at Nate and Natsuko's for a wonderful afternoon of food and friendship. Here's a few photos:
There's a reason Jake is always the center of attention: He's adorable and hysterical!
"I brought the beer. Where's the ladies?"
"Dude, it's MY turn to play Zepplin!"
Okay, I know it looks like I'm strangling the poor child, but I'm just swinging him by his overalls. He loves it. I mean, look at the grin on his face!
Natsuko fulfills her national duty of flashing the peace sign whenever a camera is getting ready to flash.
"My hero(ine)!"
This is Tatsuya, the newest member of the Wendt family. He's three months old and absolutely precious.
Proud Papa.
Jake likes to play catch, and this one time, someone stuffed his favourite ball into his overalls, and he couldn't get it out. Funny for us, but for Jake? Not so much.
It was a super afternoon, and I'm so grateful to have these cool friends who are willing to welcome me into their home. You guys are the best!
There's a reason Jake is always the center of attention: He's adorable and hysterical!
"I brought the beer. Where's the ladies?"
"Dude, it's MY turn to play Zepplin!"
Okay, I know it looks like I'm strangling the poor child, but I'm just swinging him by his overalls. He loves it. I mean, look at the grin on his face!
Natsuko fulfills her national duty of flashing the peace sign whenever a camera is getting ready to flash.
"My hero(ine)!"
This is Tatsuya, the newest member of the Wendt family. He's three months old and absolutely precious.
Proud Papa.
Jake likes to play catch, and this one time, someone stuffed his favourite ball into his overalls, and he couldn't get it out. Funny for us, but for Jake? Not so much.
It was a super afternoon, and I'm so grateful to have these cool friends who are willing to welcome me into their home. You guys are the best!
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Gifts from God - 2005 Edition
I could write out a big list, like last year, but how original would that be? Instead, I'm going to write a few haiku concerning people, things, and situations for which I'm grateful. Here goes:
Mom, Dad, Chris, Angie,
Could I ask for a better
Family? Um, no.
Don and Jean-Marie,
Abby, Paul, Trish, and Caleb,
You love at all times.
Roof over my head,
Food in my growing belly,
God has so blessed me.
Shakin' my ass to
Confessions on a Dance Floor.
Madonna, you ROCK!
DVD player,
Bread machine, and an iPod,
I am way too spoiled.
Spooning, making out,
Watching movies together.
You make me laugh, too.
I guess this is the
Last haiku. I hope you all
Appreciated.
Mom, Dad, Chris, Angie,
Could I ask for a better
Family? Um, no.
Don and Jean-Marie,
Abby, Paul, Trish, and Caleb,
You love at all times.
Roof over my head,
Food in my growing belly,
God has so blessed me.
Shakin' my ass to
Confessions on a Dance Floor.
Madonna, you ROCK!
DVD player,
Bread machine, and an iPod,
I am way too spoiled.
Spooning, making out,
Watching movies together.
You make me laugh, too.
I guess this is the
Last haiku. I hope you all
Appreciated.
Burnt
This is what happens when you put Pop-Tarts in the toaster and don't bother to check the setting, then go surf the internet for a while. I should have been tipped off by the smell off something burning, but it took the flicker of flames in the corner of my eye to tell me something was amiss. Looks like I'm going to ask Santa for a new toaster this year.
Destination: Relaxation
I got off work around 1 PM today, and have the next four days off. It's going to be nice, but I have a feeling I'll be ready to go back to work by Monday. I've had a lot of time off lately, and I have even more coming up in December. I can understand why God wants us to be industrious. Time off is great in small doses, but too much just leaves me bored and restless and ready to get into trouble.
As for the weekend, I'm going to Nate's house tomorrow for Thanksgiving. Friday night, I'm going to a show down in SLC. Saturday and Sunday are kind of undecided at the moment. I'm sure John and the crew will want to go to some clubs, but I don't know if I'll go or not. Chances are, they'll talk me into going, and I'll have a good time anyway.
So yeah, now I'm off to have pizza with the Wendt crew. They have Guiness on tap, and I'm ready to toss back a couple.
As for the weekend, I'm going to Nate's house tomorrow for Thanksgiving. Friday night, I'm going to a show down in SLC. Saturday and Sunday are kind of undecided at the moment. I'm sure John and the crew will want to go to some clubs, but I don't know if I'll go or not. Chances are, they'll talk me into going, and I'll have a good time anyway.
So yeah, now I'm off to have pizza with the Wendt crew. They have Guiness on tap, and I'm ready to toss back a couple.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Exile in Salt Lake
The Beatles split before I was born. I was too young to ever catch Elvis. And, unfortunately, Nirvana never came anywhere close to Morganfield. So, when I heard the Rolling Stones were coming to SLC on their "A Bigger Bang" Tour, I knew I was going to make it a priority to see these living rock legends.
First off, let me say that I'm not really a huge Stones fan. I like them enough to have bought their "Forty Licks" greatest hits album, and I like to listen to it occasionally. But seeing them live is something few people can say they've done, and something I'll be able to brag about long after they're gone (which could be any time, now). As I was walking toward the Delta Center last night, an ambulance came screaming by, and I thought, "Oh, great! Mick has fallen and broken a hip!"
The opener was Jason Mraz. I walked in about half-way through his set, which didn't really bother me. He has catchy songs and stuff, but I seriously doubt anyone will remember his name in five years. I thought it was kinda strange for someone with one and a half hit songs to be opening for a band like the Stones. I would have preferred someone more relevant like The White Stripes or The Strokes. Regardless, Mraz didn't sound too bad, and he seemed pretty grateful to be performing.
Then, the Rolling Stones came out. They opened up, appropriately, with "Start Me Up." I've seen people imitate them and seen them perform on television, but nothing can really prepare you for the real thing. Keith's swagger. Mick's strut. The energy from these guys was amazing, and the sold-out audience was feeling every bit of it.
At first, this didn't seem like a really high production show, like, for instance, their 1994 Voodoo Lounge Tour. About an hour into their set, however, they began the familiar, bluesy opening of "Miss You." Suddenly, the center part of the stage lifted up and floated to the middle of the arena. The front stage show became a show in-the-round. It was so cool! They played another three or four songs there, and then the stage went back to its original place at the front of the auditorium.
They ended up playing for just over two hours. Most of their set was the classics (i.e. Brown Sugar, Honky-Tonk Women, Get Off of My Cloud, etc.), but they threw in a few new songs here and there. I guess when your career spans over forty years, you kinda have to pick and choose, not only to please everyone, but also to keep it from getting old. For their encore, they sang "You Can't Always Get What You Want" and a sped up version of "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction." A lot of people left before the encore, but I'm glad I waited. I mean, how can you go to see the Stones and not hear "Satisfaction"? That's just wrong.
So, yeah, I'm really glad I got to see them. It was, by far, the most I've ever paid for a concert ticket, and my seat wasn't that great, but I would do it again. I mean, I was in the same room as the Glimmer Twins! Plus, seeing them live has made me want to expand my record collection to include "Sticky Fingers" and "Exile on Main Street." Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to call my parents and make them jealous.
First off, let me say that I'm not really a huge Stones fan. I like them enough to have bought their "Forty Licks" greatest hits album, and I like to listen to it occasionally. But seeing them live is something few people can say they've done, and something I'll be able to brag about long after they're gone (which could be any time, now). As I was walking toward the Delta Center last night, an ambulance came screaming by, and I thought, "Oh, great! Mick has fallen and broken a hip!"
The opener was Jason Mraz. I walked in about half-way through his set, which didn't really bother me. He has catchy songs and stuff, but I seriously doubt anyone will remember his name in five years. I thought it was kinda strange for someone with one and a half hit songs to be opening for a band like the Stones. I would have preferred someone more relevant like The White Stripes or The Strokes. Regardless, Mraz didn't sound too bad, and he seemed pretty grateful to be performing.
Then, the Rolling Stones came out. They opened up, appropriately, with "Start Me Up." I've seen people imitate them and seen them perform on television, but nothing can really prepare you for the real thing. Keith's swagger. Mick's strut. The energy from these guys was amazing, and the sold-out audience was feeling every bit of it.
At first, this didn't seem like a really high production show, like, for instance, their 1994 Voodoo Lounge Tour. About an hour into their set, however, they began the familiar, bluesy opening of "Miss You." Suddenly, the center part of the stage lifted up and floated to the middle of the arena. The front stage show became a show in-the-round. It was so cool! They played another three or four songs there, and then the stage went back to its original place at the front of the auditorium.
They ended up playing for just over two hours. Most of their set was the classics (i.e. Brown Sugar, Honky-Tonk Women, Get Off of My Cloud, etc.), but they threw in a few new songs here and there. I guess when your career spans over forty years, you kinda have to pick and choose, not only to please everyone, but also to keep it from getting old. For their encore, they sang "You Can't Always Get What You Want" and a sped up version of "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction." A lot of people left before the encore, but I'm glad I waited. I mean, how can you go to see the Stones and not hear "Satisfaction"? That's just wrong.
So, yeah, I'm really glad I got to see them. It was, by far, the most I've ever paid for a concert ticket, and my seat wasn't that great, but I would do it again. I mean, I was in the same room as the Glimmer Twins! Plus, seeing them live has made me want to expand my record collection to include "Sticky Fingers" and "Exile on Main Street." Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to call my parents and make them jealous.
Back Into the Groove
You knew this was coming. Yes, Madonna released her 13th studio album last week. I've had some time to soak it up, and figured it my duty as a loyal fan to give a slightly biased opinion.
Before you even listen to the record, you know it's going to be a dance album. With a title like "Confessions on a Dance Floor" and a cover decked out in disco balls, you know she's gonna bring it. Madonna likes to refer to it as "dance music for the ages" or "future disco." I think it's the true return to dance music that everyone said "Ray of Light" was supposed to be. Don't get me wrong. "Ray of Light' is a masterpiece and probably my favourite of her albums; but most people confuse "dance music" and "electronica." Just because a song has electronic enhancements, doesn't make it dancey. But, I digress.
So, on to the album itself. The first track is the ABBA-sampling "Hung Up." I have to admit, when I first heard this song, I wasn't too keen on it. But it's definitely grown on me, especially after hearing it within the context of the whole album. But, wait. It gets better. The second track, "Get Together" is full of Daft Punk-y warmth and definitely makes me shake what my Momma gave me. The flow goes on to "Sorry," which has it's slow moments, but is still a great track with probably one of the catchiest choruses ever.
Things come to a screeching halt with "I Love New York." The song itself sounds good enough, with tympani and sleek production, but the lyrics are so bad, it's difficult to appreciate it on any level.
From there, things have a hard time of regaining their momentum. That is, until "Jump." This is probably Madonna's best pure dance song since "Vogue." It's not only a call, but a demand to get up on the floor. It totally revives the waning second half of the album.
Madonna enlisted Stuart Price, also known as Les Rythmes Digitales, as co-producer for this round. If you've ever heard an LRD track, you can see why Madonna snatched him up. The high production of this album kind of counteracts the thin production of "American Life," and it's sometimes so overwhelming that it almost tosses Madonna into the background. Another interesting thing about "Confessions" is that each track is mixed into the next, so it flows nicely, and if you want to have people over to your flat to boogie down, you don't have to worry about dead air between songs.
Overall, I'm pretty happy with this record, though I doubt she'll ever put out anything as great as "Ray of Light" ever again. It's definitely worth purchasing, and makes for great Friday-night, pre-clubbing music.
Before you even listen to the record, you know it's going to be a dance album. With a title like "Confessions on a Dance Floor" and a cover decked out in disco balls, you know she's gonna bring it. Madonna likes to refer to it as "dance music for the ages" or "future disco." I think it's the true return to dance music that everyone said "Ray of Light" was supposed to be. Don't get me wrong. "Ray of Light' is a masterpiece and probably my favourite of her albums; but most people confuse "dance music" and "electronica." Just because a song has electronic enhancements, doesn't make it dancey. But, I digress.
So, on to the album itself. The first track is the ABBA-sampling "Hung Up." I have to admit, when I first heard this song, I wasn't too keen on it. But it's definitely grown on me, especially after hearing it within the context of the whole album. But, wait. It gets better. The second track, "Get Together" is full of Daft Punk-y warmth and definitely makes me shake what my Momma gave me. The flow goes on to "Sorry," which has it's slow moments, but is still a great track with probably one of the catchiest choruses ever.
Things come to a screeching halt with "I Love New York." The song itself sounds good enough, with tympani and sleek production, but the lyrics are so bad, it's difficult to appreciate it on any level.
From there, things have a hard time of regaining their momentum. That is, until "Jump." This is probably Madonna's best pure dance song since "Vogue." It's not only a call, but a demand to get up on the floor. It totally revives the waning second half of the album.
Madonna enlisted Stuart Price, also known as Les Rythmes Digitales, as co-producer for this round. If you've ever heard an LRD track, you can see why Madonna snatched him up. The high production of this album kind of counteracts the thin production of "American Life," and it's sometimes so overwhelming that it almost tosses Madonna into the background. Another interesting thing about "Confessions" is that each track is mixed into the next, so it flows nicely, and if you want to have people over to your flat to boogie down, you don't have to worry about dead air between songs.
Overall, I'm pretty happy with this record, though I doubt she'll ever put out anything as great as "Ray of Light" ever again. It's definitely worth purchasing, and makes for great Friday-night, pre-clubbing music.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
One Extreme to the Other -or- What were you eating under there?
I've made a choice. I'm switching (...or, rather, opting). What led me to this conclusion? Well, let's start from the beginning.
As a boy, my mother bought my brother and me briefs. There's nothing wrong with that, but I just never knew any different. Around my junior year of high school, boxers became kinda trendy for us gen-x-ers, so I decided to try them out. After a short period, I started to think, "Gee, this is almost like wearing nothing at all." So, it's no surprise that the boxer phase lasted a short time and segued nicely into the phase commonly referred to as "commando."
Now, if you think I've already crossed the threshold of "too much information," your best bet is to stop reading now. For those of you who continue, don't say I didn't warn you.
Anyway, the commando phase has lasted several years, but it ends today. I'm go back to square one. That's right, I'm pulling on my tighty-whiteys once again!
Why? Several reasons. For one, it's cold here in Utah, and the boys don't like that too much. Also, I'm a big runner, and if I should happen to forget my undies before a run, which has been known to happen, I'll be in pain for a couple days, so I'm thinking it would be in my best interests to develop a habit. And lastly, and probably most importantly, it's all about sensitivity. If you've ever done any research on circumcision, you may have heard that circumcised men tend to be less sensitive in their "special areas" due to less "coverage." I don't really have the choice to be uncircumcised; however, I do have the choice to do whatever I can to keep my special area as sensitive as possible, and that includes not letting Mr. Happy slide around and get rough with Mr. Zipper. I don't want to be totally numb down there by the time I'm 40. I figure it's best to keep everything as stationary as possible. I have to admit, going commando is rather titillating at times, but I've made my decision, and it may take some getting used to, but I'm sure it's for the best. Also, I've heard wearing briefs can slow sperm production, but it's not like I'm planning on impregnating anyone anytime soon.
By the way, I've been told I should try boxer-briefs. I have worn boxer-briefs a few times, and they aren't bad, but I really don't like the way the legs ride up. I may try them again, but most likely, I'll stick to briefs. I'm partial to the Calvin Klein Body Briefs, which currently populate my underwear drawer, but I think I'm going to make a big trip to the mall this evening and purchase a few pair from different designers, just to experiment. If anyone has any suggestions, I'm all ears.
So, yeah, I'm a brief man now. I'm not sure how long this phase will last, but I'll keep everyone posted if I make any other major underwear lifestyle changes. I'm sure you'd want to know.
As a boy, my mother bought my brother and me briefs. There's nothing wrong with that, but I just never knew any different. Around my junior year of high school, boxers became kinda trendy for us gen-x-ers, so I decided to try them out. After a short period, I started to think, "Gee, this is almost like wearing nothing at all." So, it's no surprise that the boxer phase lasted a short time and segued nicely into the phase commonly referred to as "commando."
Now, if you think I've already crossed the threshold of "too much information," your best bet is to stop reading now. For those of you who continue, don't say I didn't warn you.
Anyway, the commando phase has lasted several years, but it ends today. I'm go back to square one. That's right, I'm pulling on my tighty-whiteys once again!
Why? Several reasons. For one, it's cold here in Utah, and the boys don't like that too much. Also, I'm a big runner, and if I should happen to forget my undies before a run, which has been known to happen, I'll be in pain for a couple days, so I'm thinking it would be in my best interests to develop a habit. And lastly, and probably most importantly, it's all about sensitivity. If you've ever done any research on circumcision, you may have heard that circumcised men tend to be less sensitive in their "special areas" due to less "coverage." I don't really have the choice to be uncircumcised; however, I do have the choice to do whatever I can to keep my special area as sensitive as possible, and that includes not letting Mr. Happy slide around and get rough with Mr. Zipper. I don't want to be totally numb down there by the time I'm 40. I figure it's best to keep everything as stationary as possible. I have to admit, going commando is rather titillating at times, but I've made my decision, and it may take some getting used to, but I'm sure it's for the best. Also, I've heard wearing briefs can slow sperm production, but it's not like I'm planning on impregnating anyone anytime soon.
By the way, I've been told I should try boxer-briefs. I have worn boxer-briefs a few times, and they aren't bad, but I really don't like the way the legs ride up. I may try them again, but most likely, I'll stick to briefs. I'm partial to the Calvin Klein Body Briefs, which currently populate my underwear drawer, but I think I'm going to make a big trip to the mall this evening and purchase a few pair from different designers, just to experiment. If anyone has any suggestions, I'm all ears.
So, yeah, I'm a brief man now. I'm not sure how long this phase will last, but I'll keep everyone posted if I make any other major underwear lifestyle changes. I'm sure you'd want to know.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Midnight Radio
Yesterday was every bit as good as I thought it would be. I had a great run and a very productive afternoon. And then it got even better.
Last night, after dinner at a nice, little micro-brewery, John, Trent, Drew, Paul, Brett, and I went to see a live production of "Hedwig and the Angry Inch" down in Salt Lake City. I'm a big fan of the movie, and when I heard a local theatre company was going to perform it live, I had to get tickets. The live version was stellar. The guy who played Hedwig was so open and vulnerable, and hearing the songs live made them seem much more potent. I'm hoping to take advantage of living near a city with such a great theatre program.
After the show, John, Trent, and I went for coffee and cheesecake, then met Ryan at Club Sound for a little dancing. We didn't stay too late. We've gone out so much lately, that it tends to get old rather quickly. Regardless, the whole evening was splendid, and I still have two more days in the weekend!
Last night, after dinner at a nice, little micro-brewery, John, Trent, Drew, Paul, Brett, and I went to see a live production of "Hedwig and the Angry Inch" down in Salt Lake City. I'm a big fan of the movie, and when I heard a local theatre company was going to perform it live, I had to get tickets. The live version was stellar. The guy who played Hedwig was so open and vulnerable, and hearing the songs live made them seem much more potent. I'm hoping to take advantage of living near a city with such a great theatre program.
After the show, John, Trent, and I went for coffee and cheesecake, then met Ryan at Club Sound for a little dancing. We didn't stay too late. We've gone out so much lately, that it tends to get old rather quickly. Regardless, the whole evening was splendid, and I still have two more days in the weekend!
Friday, November 18, 2005
And I feel like some bird of paradise...
I don't know how I know this, but I can already tell it's gonna be a great day.
Dead Man's Party
I'm off tomorrow, and John kinda felt like going out tonight, so he, Ryan, and I went to 80s night at this club in SLC called Area 51. Man, what a flashback! It was totally packed, and a bunch of people were totally decked out in 80s gear, which is kinda surprising since they do it every Thursday night. The dance floor was kickin' and the DJ was playing great stuff by New Order, Oingo Boingo, Joy Division, etc. It was the most fun I've had since Jason Berry's birthday party in the 8th grade. Oh, Molly Ringwald, where are you now?
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Basudei Ni
I went to Jake's second birthday party this evening. I love hanging out with the Wendt clan. It's always an adventure.
Everytime we hang out, I take a picture of Josh and Sarah and everytime, they look adorable.
Remember how I said it's always an adventure hanging out with the Wendts? Um.....yeah.
Everytime we hang out, I take a picture of Josh and Sarah and everytime, they look adorable.
Remember how I said it's always an adventure hanging out with the Wendts? Um.....yeah.
Kiss and Tell
I've had a couple of major ego boosts this week. I won't go into details. All I have to say is, "Making out is FUN!"
In work news, things are pretty good. I've been getting a lot of compensation time for the long hours I worked during the ORI. And the time I've spent at work has been very productive. Tomorrow is going to be a long day, but I have Friday off. Sometimes the military really stinks, but I really can't complain about all the long weekends. Three in this month alone. That's your taxpayer money hard at work, people!
In work news, things are pretty good. I've been getting a lot of compensation time for the long hours I worked during the ORI. And the time I've spent at work has been very productive. Tomorrow is going to be a long day, but I have Friday off. Sometimes the military really stinks, but I really can't complain about all the long weekends. Three in this month alone. That's your taxpayer money hard at work, people!
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Brisk
It's gotten cold here in Utah. The mountains have been white for weeks, and we had some snow here in the valley on Sunday. Today, I pulled out a hat and a scarf (the nine-footer!). The slave-to-fashion in me likes cold weather because I get to wear more clothes. Of course, in the summer, I get to show more skin, so I guess it's a toss-up.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Lullaby of Clubland
Just when I was thinking I was going to spend another night at home alone, I get a random call from John telling me everyone is going out, so I ended up getting some good social time in, afterall. John, Kyle, Ryan, Nick, and I went to the club and had a great time. Nobody really drank that much and there was no drama. Everyone was just dancing and talking and laughing. A really great night. My social gas tank is full once again.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Tired of Being Alone
I seriously need some local friends. Phone calls are great, but just not the same as having coffee and a chat with a pal. I feel like I see less and less of the Wendt brothers lately, and socialising with co-workers is sporadic, at best.
I'm sorry. I'm not trying to start a little pity party for myself of anything. I guess I just miss the times in Misawa where I could make a phone call and have ten people at my house in no time. The weather is getting colder, and I'm wanting to spend more and more time inside. Plus, cooking for one isn't easy, and the girl at Blockbuster totally knows me by name.
I'm thinking I should probably get more active at Church. I haven't actually joined yet, and I'm not sure I will, but that doesn't mean I can't attend Sunday School or any other of the various activities they have. Or at least going more often than once a week. How am I going to meet anyone that way? And I'd be lying if I said there weren't any hottees there.
I'm sorry. I'm not trying to start a little pity party for myself of anything. I guess I just miss the times in Misawa where I could make a phone call and have ten people at my house in no time. The weather is getting colder, and I'm wanting to spend more and more time inside. Plus, cooking for one isn't easy, and the girl at Blockbuster totally knows me by name.
I'm thinking I should probably get more active at Church. I haven't actually joined yet, and I'm not sure I will, but that doesn't mean I can't attend Sunday School or any other of the various activities they have. Or at least going more often than once a week. How am I going to meet anyone that way? And I'd be lying if I said there weren't any hottees there.
Friday, November 11, 2005
Shot in the Dark
We ENDEXed today. I'm a happy boy. I'm only working on a couple hours of sleep, but that's okay. Hopefully, I'll be able to go to bed at a decent time tonight in my quest to adjust back to a daytime schedule. Since tomorrow is Veteran's Day, I don't have to go back to work until Monday, which should give me plenty of time.
These past two exercises have been rather easy, actually, so I really can't complain. Working the armoury is pretty much a cake job. The only thing I dislike is just being around all those guns. As an armour, I have to carry a loaded M-9 when I'm on duty. The fact I could end someone's life with a gentle tug of my finger disturbs me. I know I'm in the military and all, but still. Even if I was deployed to Iraq (or whichever country we decide to invade next) and I'm totally in the shit, I doubt I would be able to choose between someone else's life and my own. The only possible situation I can think of where I would be able to shoot someone would be if I were directly protecting the life of a friend, and even then, I'd have to aim for the leg or something.
My RST boss, however, is a card carrying member of the NRA, and practically has an aresenal in his house. He likes to joke that he gets aroused at the scent of gunpowder, but I kinda think he's serious. We've had several discussions about protecting one's family and stuff, but it hasn't come to any conclusion other than agreeing to disagree. I just don't think I'll ever have a gun in my house. If someone breaks in, I think I'd be able to do enough damage with one of my Fuji sticks or the didgeridoo.
Anyway, I think I'm gonna go for a run now and try to make myself tired.
These past two exercises have been rather easy, actually, so I really can't complain. Working the armoury is pretty much a cake job. The only thing I dislike is just being around all those guns. As an armour, I have to carry a loaded M-9 when I'm on duty. The fact I could end someone's life with a gentle tug of my finger disturbs me. I know I'm in the military and all, but still. Even if I was deployed to Iraq (or whichever country we decide to invade next) and I'm totally in the shit, I doubt I would be able to choose between someone else's life and my own. The only possible situation I can think of where I would be able to shoot someone would be if I were directly protecting the life of a friend, and even then, I'd have to aim for the leg or something.
My RST boss, however, is a card carrying member of the NRA, and practically has an aresenal in his house. He likes to joke that he gets aroused at the scent of gunpowder, but I kinda think he's serious. We've had several discussions about protecting one's family and stuff, but it hasn't come to any conclusion other than agreeing to disagree. I just don't think I'll ever have a gun in my house. If someone breaks in, I think I'd be able to do enough damage with one of my Fuji sticks or the didgeridoo.
Anyway, I think I'm gonna go for a run now and try to make myself tired.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Moon Pix
There's just something not right about going to bed in the daytime and waking up when it's dark outside.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Hot Box
I had to make a run to Target earlier tonight, and it was probably the most interesting trip to Target I've ever had. First off, it was amazingly crowded and everyone seemed to be in a bad mood, especially the hoardes of screaming children. Next, the lady who worked the registed was, um, shall we say...challenged? But by far, the most interesting thing happened when I went out to the parking lot. I put all my stuff in the back of my truck, and was taking the cart to the little cart return thing, when a peculiar scent crossed my nose. I stopped dead in my tracks and tried to follow it. I turned and looked to see a truck parked adjacent to mine that was completely filled with smoke. I had to laugh. Then one of the windows opened and a hand holding a pipe popped out to ash. I laughed even harder. Who tokes up in the parking lot of Target?
Monday, November 07, 2005
You Said Something
The Phase I ended today, so I didn't have to go in this evening. But I still have to go in at 4 AM to issue weapons. Thus, I had several hours to kill before having to go into work.
I had dinner with Kyle and then went to Church, then I went down to SLC to catch a late movie. Afterward, I drove around the city for a while. There's was something really cool about it. It was night and, being Sunday, there were very few people out. There was something very intimate about it. Driving between all the tall buildings made me feel so small. Here's a few random pictures:
My goal was to find an open coffee house, but they were all closed, unfortunately. Makes me miss Vegas.
Experimenting with the exposures on the camera. Obviously, I have a long way to go.
So, now I'm back home and I still have a few more hours to kill. By the way, do you know what's on television late Sunday nights? NOTHING!
I had dinner with Kyle and then went to Church, then I went down to SLC to catch a late movie. Afterward, I drove around the city for a while. There's was something really cool about it. It was night and, being Sunday, there were very few people out. There was something very intimate about it. Driving between all the tall buildings made me feel so small. Here's a few random pictures:
My goal was to find an open coffee house, but they were all closed, unfortunately. Makes me miss Vegas.
Experimenting with the exposures on the camera. Obviously, I have a long way to go.
So, now I'm back home and I still have a few more hours to kill. By the way, do you know what's on television late Sunday nights? NOTHING!
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Twister
I woke up a few minutes ago and turned on the news to see a tornado had torn through the area in which my parents live. I called them immediately, and luckily, they aren't hurt. Dad said the lightning woke him up around 2 AM, but Mom slept right through it. The tornado came within a couple miles of their house, but most of the damage is on the north side of the Ohio River. At least 22 people died, but the worst thing that happened to my parents is that they have to rake their leaves again. It makes me feel so fortunate.
There's More To Life Than This
"Being bored is an insult to oneself."
-Jules Renard
Yeah, that's easy for Jules to say. He never had to work 12-hour night shifts confined to the readiness office. It's going to get worse when we have to start working the armory. At least there are computers in the readiness office. When boredom sets in, I have the tendency to buy things I don't need and eat when I'm not hungry. Ugh.
There probably won't be too much going on this week except for work and sleep. Speaking of sleep, I'm gonna head there now.
-Jules Renard
Yeah, that's easy for Jules to say. He never had to work 12-hour night shifts confined to the readiness office. It's going to get worse when we have to start working the armory. At least there are computers in the readiness office. When boredom sets in, I have the tendency to buy things I don't need and eat when I'm not hungry. Ugh.
There probably won't be too much going on this week except for work and sleep. Speaking of sleep, I'm gonna head there now.
Catchin' Zs
Last time I had to switch over to night shift, it was pretty tough. So, I don't know if I'm just getting better at it, or what, but this time was no problem. Last night was my first night working, and I didn't even get tired. There were a few contributing factors to include a 1 AM phone call from Don and a frappucino. Regardless, I slept today, and I'm ready for tonight.
Friday, November 04, 2005
Confirm Thy Soul in Self Control
I'm really proud of myself. Why? Because two days in a row, I've totally resisted Krispy Kreme Donuts. Yesterday, someone brought two dozen KKDs to work, and they sat right on the table staring at me, but I passed. Today, I was walking by a lady who asked if I would like to partake of the sugary rings of bliss that lay upon her desk, but I politely said, "No, thank you." I am the very picture of will power.
In other news, we're in the middle of the Operational Readiness Inspection (ORI). This is the big exercise for which we've been planning since I got to Utah. I start working night shift tomorrow night, so I'm trying to stay up late tonight. It's only 11:30, and my eyelids are pretty heavy. I'm gonna toss back some tea, so hopefully the caffeine will give me a jumpstart.
In other news, we're in the middle of the Operational Readiness Inspection (ORI). This is the big exercise for which we've been planning since I got to Utah. I start working night shift tomorrow night, so I'm trying to stay up late tonight. It's only 11:30, and my eyelids are pretty heavy. I'm gonna toss back some tea, so hopefully the caffeine will give me a jumpstart.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Circuitry
One of the reasons I like getting deployed is because when I'm in the desert, all I do is work. I go into "robot" mode. It's grunt labour and it's physically hard, but I don't really have to make any decisions or deal with a lot of red tape. However, it doesn't really help me grow as a person. All the decision making and dealing with people and being a good supervisor to my troops is challenging, but it's definitely more rewarding in the long run.
I used to wonder why God created us knowing we would reject Him, and why He gave us free will. What if He were the only option? Wouldn't it be easier to just be robots?
Since I've lived in Utah, I've become kind of overwhelmed with the Mormon church. You really can't look anywhere without seeing their influence, and, to be honest, it's kind of made me resent everything about it. I sometimes go out of my way to not support businesses owned by the LDS church (which is harder than you'd think). I'm tempted to start arguments with the Mormons with whom I work. But then I realise it's just ridiculous to do that. Regardless, when something is so in your face, it's hard not to develop an aversion to it.
I'm glad I'm not forced to do anything, to make any choices, to believe a certain dogma. I choose to believe in Christ, not because I "inherited" my faith from my parents or just because I grew up in America (an arguably "Christian" nation), but because my faith has gone full circle. I've lived a part of my life ignoring His presence, and I know where that got me. I know what I believe and I know it's right. It's nice not being a robot.
I used to wonder why God created us knowing we would reject Him, and why He gave us free will. What if He were the only option? Wouldn't it be easier to just be robots?
Since I've lived in Utah, I've become kind of overwhelmed with the Mormon church. You really can't look anywhere without seeing their influence, and, to be honest, it's kind of made me resent everything about it. I sometimes go out of my way to not support businesses owned by the LDS church (which is harder than you'd think). I'm tempted to start arguments with the Mormons with whom I work. But then I realise it's just ridiculous to do that. Regardless, when something is so in your face, it's hard not to develop an aversion to it.
I'm glad I'm not forced to do anything, to make any choices, to believe a certain dogma. I choose to believe in Christ, not because I "inherited" my faith from my parents or just because I grew up in America (an arguably "Christian" nation), but because my faith has gone full circle. I've lived a part of my life ignoring His presence, and I know where that got me. I know what I believe and I know it's right. It's nice not being a robot.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Smashing Pumpkins
When I was growing up, we never really made a huge deal out of Halloween. Sure, we'd go trick-or-treating, but we didn't do much decorating or obsess about our costumes too much. Due to my "widow's peak" hair line, my Mom always dressed me up as Dracula. I never really had much say. The only time I really objected was the year "Return of the Jedi" came out and I had my heart set on being an Ewok. Dang, I was a wuss.
Nowadays, people do more decorating for Halloween than for Christmas. Kinda strange. However, back in Kentucky (and I'm sure many other areas of the Bible belt, as well), there's a growing trend to boycott Halloween due to its pagan roots. Instead of Halloween parties, churches hold "Harvest Festivals" where they decorate with pumpkins and give out candy. Come on! We totally know what you're doing, so just give up the charade! The Mormons are all hard-core about Halloween, though. I guess they figure it's the only time where they can play evil.
As for me, I just take it with a grain of salt. Dressing up is fun and candy is great. If I ever have kids, I'll take them out trick-or-treating, but the minute they start to worship Satan or try to sacrifice a parent (especially me), it's all over!
Nowadays, people do more decorating for Halloween than for Christmas. Kinda strange. However, back in Kentucky (and I'm sure many other areas of the Bible belt, as well), there's a growing trend to boycott Halloween due to its pagan roots. Instead of Halloween parties, churches hold "Harvest Festivals" where they decorate with pumpkins and give out candy. Come on! We totally know what you're doing, so just give up the charade! The Mormons are all hard-core about Halloween, though. I guess they figure it's the only time where they can play evil.
As for me, I just take it with a grain of salt. Dressing up is fun and candy is great. If I ever have kids, I'll take them out trick-or-treating, but the minute they start to worship Satan or try to sacrifice a parent (especially me), it's all over!
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