Yesterday was Pioneer Day, the biggest holiday in Utah. Most people are off work, and since I had a couple comp days coming, I took off Monday and Tuesday. Brian also took some time off, and our initial plan was to go camping. But the forecast didn't look good, so we decided to stick around the local area.
Monday afternoon, Brian, Caleb, and I made the 30-minute drive up to Causey Reservoir to do a little swimming and cliff-jumping. The water was perfect--cool and clear.
Some of the cliffs we jumped off were around 40 feet up. The longer we stood at the top looking down, the harder it got to jump. But the sensation of falling is so exhilarating.
Tuesday, after lunch and shopping and a movie, we all went to Brian's house for a Pioneer Day campaign fundraiser. I had a bit too much bourbon and took tons of pictures, mostly of Kate, Brian, and myself.
Is this girl not adorable?
Brian lives adjacent to Liberty Park, where the big fireworks show is. We walked down and watched the whole thing, but that's where the night got a little fuzzy for me.
Thanks to Brian for taking care of me. I drove home at 5:30 this morning, and work today was quite a struggle. Thankfully, it's a short work-week, as I plan on using next weekend for recovery.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Notes on a Rhythm #3 - Words And Guitar
One of the greatest things is when you hear a really catchy song, and the lyrics are amazing, and they fit well with the mood of the song, and it's just one great package. But unfortunately, so many times crappy lyrics can ruin a potentially great song. And sometimes, they make a bad song even worse.
Cases in point:
"I wish that I could fly/Into the sky/So very high/Just like a dragonfly."
--"Fly Away" by Lenny Kravitz
"What can we do?/What are we gonna do?/Roses are red/And violets are blue."
--"Now That We Found Love" by Heavy D & The Boyz
Did these guys get second graders to write for them? Thankfully, there are lyrics out there consisting of some of the most beautiful poetry ever put to music. Some really straddle the line, and could easily sound like drivel if delivered by a different artist or in a different fashion. I'm glad there are artists out there who know their audience and their limitations, and can write accordingly.
Here are a few examples of, in my opinion, great lyrics:
"I'm makin' my move/Lettin' loose like a belt/Little worse for wear/But I'm wearin' it well"
--"Elevator Music" by Beck
The great thing about Beck is how his lyrics flow so effortlessly, especially with his super-funky tunes.
"In your endless summer night/I'll be on the other side/When you're beautiful and dying/all the world that you've denied/When the water is too deep/you can close your eyes and really sleep tonight"
--"Boys On The Radio" by Hole
In 1998, I was in a hard-core Hole phase (which has never really ended), and I used to write out Courtney's lyrics. That sounds so highschool girl-ish, but I think she writes beautifully.
"You can feel her from the palm/that you're holding on your arm/Cool hands from the get-go/Can you feast on the real one?/Don't be in love with the autograph/Just be in love when you love that song on and on/Free"
--"Free" by Cat Power
Cat Power (aka Chan Marshall) has such a sultry, lazy voice. Her words just float over her music, whether it's the mellow, acoustic songs for which she's known, or even the more upbeat stuff.
"Not a day goes by I don't think about you/You left your mark on me/It's permanent, a tattoo/Pierce the skin and the blood runs through/Oh, my baby"
--"Right In Time" by Lucinda Williams
Lucinda's warm, sincere alt-country has really gotten to me over the years. So much emotion is conveyed in her deep, gravelly voice. She's a perfectionist, and it shows.
"A heart that's full up like a landfill/A job that slowly kills you/Bruises that won't heal/You look so tired, unhappy/Bring down the government/They don't, they don't speak for us/I'll take the quiet life/a handshake of carbon monoxide/No alarms and no surprises, please"
--"No Surprises" by Radiohead
Thom Yorke really is the master. Radiohead has never made a bad album. They continue to expand their sound, both lyrically and musically. They take chances, and have yet to disappoint.
"Is there splendor?/I'm not ashamed/Desire shoots through me like birds singing/The way you move/No ocean's waves were ever as fluid"
--"Get Up" by Sleater-Kinney
You know I couldn't write this without mention of my favourite band ever. This is one of their more mellow songs, but still one of their best.
I'm not a poet, by any means, but I can tell good writing from bad. The first time I was in Iraq, I had a two-hour discussion with my friend Heath on the lyrics to "Smells Like Teen Spirit." I love it when the mood of a song is juxtaposed by the lyrics; or when girl punk-rockers sing from a male point-of-view; or when, even after I've heard a song a hundred times, something about the words clicks and I get a whole new perspective on it. It used to bother me when artists didn't include lyrics in their albums, but thanks to the internet, it's not such a big deal anymore. Lyrics are a crucial part of a song, and truly have the power to make or break it.
Cases in point:
"I wish that I could fly/Into the sky/So very high/Just like a dragonfly."
--"Fly Away" by Lenny Kravitz
"What can we do?/What are we gonna do?/Roses are red/And violets are blue."
--"Now That We Found Love" by Heavy D & The Boyz
Did these guys get second graders to write for them? Thankfully, there are lyrics out there consisting of some of the most beautiful poetry ever put to music. Some really straddle the line, and could easily sound like drivel if delivered by a different artist or in a different fashion. I'm glad there are artists out there who know their audience and their limitations, and can write accordingly.
Here are a few examples of, in my opinion, great lyrics:
"I'm makin' my move/Lettin' loose like a belt/Little worse for wear/But I'm wearin' it well"
--"Elevator Music" by Beck
The great thing about Beck is how his lyrics flow so effortlessly, especially with his super-funky tunes.
"In your endless summer night/I'll be on the other side/When you're beautiful and dying/all the world that you've denied/When the water is too deep/you can close your eyes and really sleep tonight"
--"Boys On The Radio" by Hole
In 1998, I was in a hard-core Hole phase (which has never really ended), and I used to write out Courtney's lyrics. That sounds so highschool girl-ish, but I think she writes beautifully.
"You can feel her from the palm/that you're holding on your arm/Cool hands from the get-go/Can you feast on the real one?/Don't be in love with the autograph/Just be in love when you love that song on and on/Free"
--"Free" by Cat Power
Cat Power (aka Chan Marshall) has such a sultry, lazy voice. Her words just float over her music, whether it's the mellow, acoustic songs for which she's known, or even the more upbeat stuff.
"Not a day goes by I don't think about you/You left your mark on me/It's permanent, a tattoo/Pierce the skin and the blood runs through/Oh, my baby"
--"Right In Time" by Lucinda Williams
Lucinda's warm, sincere alt-country has really gotten to me over the years. So much emotion is conveyed in her deep, gravelly voice. She's a perfectionist, and it shows.
"A heart that's full up like a landfill/A job that slowly kills you/Bruises that won't heal/You look so tired, unhappy/Bring down the government/They don't, they don't speak for us/I'll take the quiet life/a handshake of carbon monoxide/No alarms and no surprises, please"
--"No Surprises" by Radiohead
Thom Yorke really is the master. Radiohead has never made a bad album. They continue to expand their sound, both lyrically and musically. They take chances, and have yet to disappoint.
"Is there splendor?/I'm not ashamed/Desire shoots through me like birds singing/The way you move/No ocean's waves were ever as fluid"
--"Get Up" by Sleater-Kinney
You know I couldn't write this without mention of my favourite band ever. This is one of their more mellow songs, but still one of their best.
I'm not a poet, by any means, but I can tell good writing from bad. The first time I was in Iraq, I had a two-hour discussion with my friend Heath on the lyrics to "Smells Like Teen Spirit." I love it when the mood of a song is juxtaposed by the lyrics; or when girl punk-rockers sing from a male point-of-view; or when, even after I've heard a song a hundred times, something about the words clicks and I get a whole new perspective on it. It used to bother me when artists didn't include lyrics in their albums, but thanks to the internet, it's not such a big deal anymore. Lyrics are a crucial part of a song, and truly have the power to make or break it.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Notes on a Rhythm #2 - Delayed Gratification
Music takes up a decent-sized portion of my annual budget. Most of the records I buy are by artists I already admire, but the ones I pick up from new artists are usually based on things read and comparisons made. I try to give everything a fair chance, but sometimes, music gets put on my iPod and is soon forgotten until it comes up on shuffle four months later.
A few albums have made the jump from "forgotten" to "favourite," meaning I bought an album, forgot about it, and then somehow rediscovered it where it became a staple of my collection. A prime example is "Hope Is Important," the first full-length album from Idlewild. I bought it in 1998 based on reviews ("...a clever mash-up of Kurt Cobain and Michael Stipe," said one), but it didn't really resonate with me. I guess I didn't learn my lesson when their second major LP, "100 Broken Windows" was released in 2000, and it's a good thing. Following the herd of more glowing reviews, I picked up this album and instantly fell in love with it. Consequently, I began listening to "Hope Is Important" again, and discovered what a brilliant album it really is. This is but one example from a list of several, including The Rapture's "Echoes," Interpol's "Turn On the Bright Lights," Kanye West's "The College Dropout," and many, many others. And not always because I bought subsequent albums by the same artist. Sometimes it's just dumb luck.
Another reason this happens is sometimes I buy two albums at the same time, and one eclipses the other. I purchased The Good, The Bad & The Queen around the same time Modest Mouse released "We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank." MM's record still plays at least once a week in my truck, while GBQ is just now starting to emerge, nearly four months later, mostly on Sunday afternoons.
A similar phenomenon often occurs with individual tracks on an album. What happens most often is I buy a record and fall in love with the first five or six songs, and end up listening to the first half of the album for weeks on end. Eventually, I'll get to the latter part of the album, only to discover how many wonderful songs are hidden somewhere toward the back. It's almost like finding an album you didn't know you had. Or getting another one, altogether. Prime examples include "No Girl So Sweet," track 11 on PJ Harvey's "Is This Desire?" or "The Air Near My Fingers," track 12 on "Elephant" from The White Stripes.
Maybe this only happens with me, but I'm glad it does.
Still, there are just as many albums that stay hidden in the back, never to live out their true destiny, blaring from the speakers in my truck. (Sorry, Hipsters, but I just can't get into Clap Your Hands Say Yeah.) It's kinda sad. I try to leave things on my iPod as long as possible, but due to lack of space, sometimes things must be deleted. Before I part with something, I make sure I have a hard copy, just in case; and I always give it one final listen before I hit the 'delete' key. I feel a certain attachment to these words and melodies I hear, and tossing something out is always a last resort. Unfortunately, yesterday saw the demise of The Like's "Are You Thinking What I'm Thinking?" It wasn't a bad album, but it just didn't click with me. I gave it a few final listens in different environments (i.e. at the gym, on the way to the grocery store, before bed), so don't think I didn't try. Sometimes you just gotta let go. (And I should probably let Norah Jones know that things aren't looking so good for her latest album, either.) Plus, there are a few legendary artists that I'll be really determined to get into, but as much money as I spend on their albums and as much time as I devote to listening to their records, it just doesn't connect with me. I really appreciate you, Bob Dylan and U2. Some of your stuff I kept, and I'd even be willing to see you live, but I just can't refer to myself as a fan.
But for every instance of The Like, there's usually two Idlewilds, which is why I take so many risks in music purchases. Good music truly is the voice of God, and even the bad stuff deserves a listen every so often. (I think we all know Paris Hilton has done a little time on my earbuds. And I have no shame admitting that.) One of the best feelings ever is when I pick up a random album, and within a week, I can sing it through (i.e. Amy Winehouse, Elliott Smith, Peaches, et al). And this is what keeps, and will always keep me coming back for more.
A few albums have made the jump from "forgotten" to "favourite," meaning I bought an album, forgot about it, and then somehow rediscovered it where it became a staple of my collection. A prime example is "Hope Is Important," the first full-length album from Idlewild. I bought it in 1998 based on reviews ("...a clever mash-up of Kurt Cobain and Michael Stipe," said one), but it didn't really resonate with me. I guess I didn't learn my lesson when their second major LP, "100 Broken Windows" was released in 2000, and it's a good thing. Following the herd of more glowing reviews, I picked up this album and instantly fell in love with it. Consequently, I began listening to "Hope Is Important" again, and discovered what a brilliant album it really is. This is but one example from a list of several, including The Rapture's "Echoes," Interpol's "Turn On the Bright Lights," Kanye West's "The College Dropout," and many, many others. And not always because I bought subsequent albums by the same artist. Sometimes it's just dumb luck.
Another reason this happens is sometimes I buy two albums at the same time, and one eclipses the other. I purchased The Good, The Bad & The Queen around the same time Modest Mouse released "We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank." MM's record still plays at least once a week in my truck, while GBQ is just now starting to emerge, nearly four months later, mostly on Sunday afternoons.
A similar phenomenon often occurs with individual tracks on an album. What happens most often is I buy a record and fall in love with the first five or six songs, and end up listening to the first half of the album for weeks on end. Eventually, I'll get to the latter part of the album, only to discover how many wonderful songs are hidden somewhere toward the back. It's almost like finding an album you didn't know you had. Or getting another one, altogether. Prime examples include "No Girl So Sweet," track 11 on PJ Harvey's "Is This Desire?" or "The Air Near My Fingers," track 12 on "Elephant" from The White Stripes.
Maybe this only happens with me, but I'm glad it does.
Still, there are just as many albums that stay hidden in the back, never to live out their true destiny, blaring from the speakers in my truck. (Sorry, Hipsters, but I just can't get into Clap Your Hands Say Yeah.) It's kinda sad. I try to leave things on my iPod as long as possible, but due to lack of space, sometimes things must be deleted. Before I part with something, I make sure I have a hard copy, just in case; and I always give it one final listen before I hit the 'delete' key. I feel a certain attachment to these words and melodies I hear, and tossing something out is always a last resort. Unfortunately, yesterday saw the demise of The Like's "Are You Thinking What I'm Thinking?" It wasn't a bad album, but it just didn't click with me. I gave it a few final listens in different environments (i.e. at the gym, on the way to the grocery store, before bed), so don't think I didn't try. Sometimes you just gotta let go. (And I should probably let Norah Jones know that things aren't looking so good for her latest album, either.) Plus, there are a few legendary artists that I'll be really determined to get into, but as much money as I spend on their albums and as much time as I devote to listening to their records, it just doesn't connect with me. I really appreciate you, Bob Dylan and U2. Some of your stuff I kept, and I'd even be willing to see you live, but I just can't refer to myself as a fan.
But for every instance of The Like, there's usually two Idlewilds, which is why I take so many risks in music purchases. Good music truly is the voice of God, and even the bad stuff deserves a listen every so often. (I think we all know Paris Hilton has done a little time on my earbuds. And I have no shame admitting that.) One of the best feelings ever is when I pick up a random album, and within a week, I can sing it through (i.e. Amy Winehouse, Elliott Smith, Peaches, et al). And this is what keeps, and will always keep me coming back for more.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Notes on a Rhythm #1 - A Melody Softly Soaring Through My Atmosphere
This month is the four-year anniversary of the purchase of my first iPod, so I've decided to devote a few days to something that means very much to me.
Music.
This series will be known as "Notes on a Rhythm."
I can't remember a time when music didn't have some impact on my life. Even when I was two, I remember singing along with my Mom in her little orange Honda hatchback. "New Kid In Town" by The Eagles still takes me back to when we used to go shopping with Mary, the lady who lived next door to us.
Several of my toys were music-related, and when I was seven, my parents got the notion to giving me piano lessons. I was overjoyed. My first piano teacher was Mrs. Berry, and she was the nicest lady in the world. I played "Chariots of Fire" for my first recital, and boy, was I nervous. Eventually, I moved on to other, more strict teachers; and in high school, I took lessons from Rita Butturi, who gave me exactly what I needed to prepare me to major in Piano Performance at Kentucky Wesleyan College. That's where I first fell in love with Mozart, Debussy, and Gershwin. I excelled in music theory and eartraining, but found music history boring. After four years, I was so burnt out, I never wanted to see a piano again for the rest of my life. But after joining the Air Force, I found myself playing once again, mostly at Church and for fun. And that's the way I like it.
I think spending so much time learning about music has enabled me to appreciate it more. When I hear songs on the radio, I pick out chord progressions, harmonies, and time signatures. I make comparisons to other songs and sometimes, to pieces I remember from college. If you've never taken any kind of music classes, you should think about enrolling in a music appreciation course. It will definitely help deepen your understanding of where composers and songwriters are coming from, even if you don't like what they've written.
Hearing old songs takes me back to different times and places, forming a nostalgic soundtrack of sorts. And when I hear a new song, I wonder if one day, I'll hear it again and it will bring me back to this place. It's haunting and exhilarating, enigmatic and euphoric, emotional and animated. Great music is truly the voice of God, and it's presence in my life is something I could never fully explain. But I'm grateful for it.
Music.
This series will be known as "Notes on a Rhythm."
I can't remember a time when music didn't have some impact on my life. Even when I was two, I remember singing along with my Mom in her little orange Honda hatchback. "New Kid In Town" by The Eagles still takes me back to when we used to go shopping with Mary, the lady who lived next door to us.
Several of my toys were music-related, and when I was seven, my parents got the notion to giving me piano lessons. I was overjoyed. My first piano teacher was Mrs. Berry, and she was the nicest lady in the world. I played "Chariots of Fire" for my first recital, and boy, was I nervous. Eventually, I moved on to other, more strict teachers; and in high school, I took lessons from Rita Butturi, who gave me exactly what I needed to prepare me to major in Piano Performance at Kentucky Wesleyan College. That's where I first fell in love with Mozart, Debussy, and Gershwin. I excelled in music theory and eartraining, but found music history boring. After four years, I was so burnt out, I never wanted to see a piano again for the rest of my life. But after joining the Air Force, I found myself playing once again, mostly at Church and for fun. And that's the way I like it.
I think spending so much time learning about music has enabled me to appreciate it more. When I hear songs on the radio, I pick out chord progressions, harmonies, and time signatures. I make comparisons to other songs and sometimes, to pieces I remember from college. If you've never taken any kind of music classes, you should think about enrolling in a music appreciation course. It will definitely help deepen your understanding of where composers and songwriters are coming from, even if you don't like what they've written.
Hearing old songs takes me back to different times and places, forming a nostalgic soundtrack of sorts. And when I hear a new song, I wonder if one day, I'll hear it again and it will bring me back to this place. It's haunting and exhilarating, enigmatic and euphoric, emotional and animated. Great music is truly the voice of God, and it's presence in my life is something I could never fully explain. But I'm grateful for it.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Awakenings
"...it's unbiblical, naive, unhelpful and arrogant for anyone to label THEIR particular way of resolving ambiguous social and political issues as the 'Christian' way. What makes a person 'Christian' is NOT that they have (or think they have) better moral intuitions or more political insight than other people. What makes a person 'Christian' is that they are 'Christ-like' in their willingness and capacity to BLEED for others."
--Greg Boyd
I've been listening to podcasts from Mars Hill Bible Church lately, and they're interesting and very challenging. I love when teachers bring a practical view of Christianity to their listeners.
--Greg Boyd
I've been listening to podcasts from Mars Hill Bible Church lately, and they're interesting and very challenging. I love when teachers bring a practical view of Christianity to their listeners.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Took the Night Off
There was a lot going on last night. The gallery stroll. The improv show. A Raptors game. But after an exhausting day at work, I didn't feel like doing anything at all. I sat home and read and wrote and was in bed by 9:30. It was great. Now I understand why God designed weekends with rest in mind.
Of course, I was awakened at 1 AM by Roommate Ryan who, along with Reese, was a little inebriated and needed a ride home. But that didn't bother me at all. I'd much rather lose out on some much needed sleep than let them attempt to drive somewhere in that condition. I know he'd do the same for me.
Of course, I was awakened at 1 AM by Roommate Ryan who, along with Reese, was a little inebriated and needed a ride home. But that didn't bother me at all. I'd much rather lose out on some much needed sleep than let them attempt to drive somewhere in that condition. I know he'd do the same for me.
Finding Her Voice - Mad Props #4
One of my favourite programs on NPR is The Diane Rehm Show. It airs here in Utah from 9 to 11 AM, Monday through Friday on KUER. Johnny doesn't really like talk radio, so I don't always get to listen; and even when I do, it's sporadic since I'm always getting in and out of the truck. But I still appreciate Diane's direct and insightful questions and comments. She always has guests representing all sides of whatever issue she's covering. Plus the calls and e-mails from listeners can be quite, um...interesting. (Today, there was a caller from Henderson, Kentucky--the town where my parents live.) The best day to listen is Friday, when they have the Friday News Roundup. Diane and her panelists discuss, debate, and analyze everything that's happened within the past week, but without a bunch of bullshit. Her thirst for knowledge makes me want to stay informed about what goes on in my country and the entire world. Mad Props to you, Diane Rehm.
Friday, July 20, 2007
My Ears Are Bleeding
Normally, I work by myself on Thursday and Friday, as those are Johnny's days off. But today, I had a passenger. One that likes to talk. A lot.
And my remark, "I'm not really into gaming," didn't prevent him from giving me a 45-minute discourse on his hundreds of classic Nintendo game cartridges and how much each one is worth. Or how he's going to build a half-pipe in his backyard when he gets to Alaska. Or how he's REALLY into indie comics. Or about how his next major purchase is going to be a Fry Daddy.
Thank you, God, for giving me the patience and good manners to smile and nod and say things like "Yeah," and "Uh-huh," for eight hours instead of, "Would you mind if neither of us said anything the rest of the day? 'Cause that would be so great."
And my remark, "I'm not really into gaming," didn't prevent him from giving me a 45-minute discourse on his hundreds of classic Nintendo game cartridges and how much each one is worth. Or how he's going to build a half-pipe in his backyard when he gets to Alaska. Or how he's REALLY into indie comics. Or about how his next major purchase is going to be a Fry Daddy.
Thank you, God, for giving me the patience and good manners to smile and nod and say things like "Yeah," and "Uh-huh," for eight hours instead of, "Would you mind if neither of us said anything the rest of the day? 'Cause that would be so great."
A Woman Is A Sometime Thing
Last night, Brian and I went up to Logan (a delightful little town) to catch the Utah Festival Opera Company production of Porgy and Bess. We had front row seats, and I couldn't have been more impressed. I'm already a huge Gershwin fan, but I've never seen any productions of his work. But from the moment the curtain rose and Clara sang the first line of "Summertime," I knew we were in for a treat. It depicted a romantic slice of Depression-era black culture, and the music and cast were absolutely wonderful. If you ever get a chance to see (or hear) anything by Gershwin, don't hesitate.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Come and Knock On Our Door
Roommate Ryan applied for an Air Force program called Palace Chase a few weeks ago. This is when an airman on active duty transfers to Guard or Reserve duty. Normally, when someone does this, he signs up for double the time he has left on active duty. For example, Ryan has four years left, so he would devote eight years to the Guard. The reason Ryan was so eager to apply was because they are having a one-for-one deal (like a used car dealer or something), meaning he would only have to stay in the Guard for four years.
If this would have went through, he would be leaving in September, leaving me without a roommate for five months until I leave for Italy. My other option would be to put most of my stuff in storage and crash with a friend for a while, which was actually rather tempting.
Ryan found out yesterday that his application wasn't approved due to low manning in our job. He didn't seem too upset about it. I was happy because it makes things easier on me. Now instead of having to move all my stuff myself, the Air Force will do it for me. But mostly, it's nice to have a great roommate.
If this would have went through, he would be leaving in September, leaving me without a roommate for five months until I leave for Italy. My other option would be to put most of my stuff in storage and crash with a friend for a while, which was actually rather tempting.
Ryan found out yesterday that his application wasn't approved due to low manning in our job. He didn't seem too upset about it. I was happy because it makes things easier on me. Now instead of having to move all my stuff myself, the Air Force will do it for me. But mostly, it's nice to have a great roommate.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Breathing Freely Again
If the purpose of exercises is to make us all wear our gas masks for hours on end, while not simulating anything remotely real-world and making us all a little claustrophobic and slightly disgruntled, then this one was an overwhelming success! And the Cheese Award goes to whomever decided to play "God Bless the USA" over the loudspeaker when we ENDEXed.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Simple Pleasures
We're having an exercise this week, which began with a recall at 5:30 this morning. Luckily, this one is lasting only two days, so it's more of an inconvenience. And if my timing is right, I shouldn't have to wear my chem gear at all.
As sort of an entertaining distraction, I've signed myself up for a Twitter account. I'm going to use it as kind of a mini-blog within the larger blog. I've added a link in my sidebar if you'd like to check it out. If any of you decide to start one up, let me know. Of course, this may end up similar to my two-month foray into myspace, but it will be fun while it lasts.
As sort of an entertaining distraction, I've signed myself up for a Twitter account. I'm going to use it as kind of a mini-blog within the larger blog. I've added a link in my sidebar if you'd like to check it out. If any of you decide to start one up, let me know. Of course, this may end up similar to my two-month foray into myspace, but it will be fun while it lasts.
In Circles
What must have been going through the head of the guy who pulled into the gym in front of me:
"I'll just drive around the parking lot over and over again so I can find a closer parking space. That way, I won't have to walk as far. To the gym."
I parked in the very last spot, and by the time I walked to the front entrance, the guy was just pulling into a space. At the GYM.
"I'll just drive around the parking lot over and over again so I can find a closer parking space. That way, I won't have to walk as far. To the gym."
I parked in the very last spot, and by the time I walked to the front entrance, the guy was just pulling into a space. At the GYM.
Monday, July 16, 2007
In a Flash
What a weekend! There was so much going on, including the first ever SLC Fashion Stroll (where locally owned boutiques stayed open late Friday night), delicious food from The Bakery, dancing at the W Lounge, Hot Fuzz at Brewvies, a failed bowling attempt, some brief karaoke, more dancing, and swimming here:
I feel like I've been going non-stop since Thursday, but it's definitely been fun. I stayed in SLC all weekend, which made things much easier. I can't believe I have to go back to work tomorrow. Where does the time go?
I feel like I've been going non-stop since Thursday, but it's definitely been fun. I stayed in SLC all weekend, which made things much easier. I can't believe I have to go back to work tomorrow. Where does the time go?
Thursday, July 12, 2007
In the Army Now
Sam has finally returned after 14 weeks of Army basic training. I went over to Caleb and Tanya's last night for dinner with the Wendt clan. It was really great to see Sam again and hear all his stories. He leaves in a week to head to Ft. Campbell, Kentucky for further training; and next year, he'll be deploying to Afghanistan. He really likes Army life and is looking forward to his trip across the globe. We'll be praying for you, Sam. Take care.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Fair Balls & Fun People
Last night, I went to an Ogden Raptors game with Johnny, his wife Sara, and Nick. This was the first time I've really gotten to talk with Sara, and she's totally adorable.
Unfortunately, Ogden didn't fare so well against the Idaho Falls Chukars. The Raptors lost 14-5, but it didn't stop us from laughing and having fun, especially when I was walking up the bleachers and fell and nearly spilt my beer. Thanks to Sara for scoring free tickets. It was a blast!
Unfortunately, Ogden didn't fare so well against the Idaho Falls Chukars. The Raptors lost 14-5, but it didn't stop us from laughing and having fun, especially when I was walking up the bleachers and fell and nearly spilt my beer. Thanks to Sara for scoring free tickets. It was a blast!
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Oh, Those Summer Nights
Brian's birthday was Saturday (7-7-07!), but since he went on a gambling spree in Wendover, we hung out Sunday instead. This included going to see Once (Brilliant and charming with a beautiful soundtrack!), beers on the patio at Squatters, and then a trip to Sugarhouse Park for barefoot frisbee in the grass until the sun set. It was the kind of evening that reminded me of summers when I was a kid, playing in the grass after dusk as the air got cooler until my Mom told me to come inside. Weren't those great times?
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Miles Per Gallon
I've gotten in the habit of taking an overnight bag with me any time I go to Salt Lake City on the weekends. It's only about 30 miles away, but when you figure in the return trip plus any driving around the city, it can add up. It saves me lots of time and money. Plus, it's nice not to have to worry about making any bad decisions if I happen to drink too much. I'm lucky enough to have friends who are more than willing to let me crash on their sofas. Thanks, you guys!
On the Spot
Last night, I went to an improv comedy show in Ogden. I'd heard about it before, but what prompted me to finally go was Adam, who I met on Wednesday at Drew and Becky's house. He's a member of Off The Wall, the troupe that performs every Friday night.
It was similar to Who's Line Is It Anyway?, in that there was lots of audience participation. It was very family-friendly, and there were several sketches that had me in stitches. It only cost $5, and it lasted nearly two hours (much cheaper than a movie and more entertaining). It's definitely something I'll see again in the future.
It was similar to Who's Line Is It Anyway?, in that there was lots of audience participation. It was very family-friendly, and there were several sketches that had me in stitches. It only cost $5, and it lasted nearly two hours (much cheaper than a movie and more entertaining). It's definitely something I'll see again in the future.
Friday, July 06, 2007
The Rockets' Red Glare
Yesterday, Drew and Becky had an Independence Day barbecue. My mission was to bring the beer ball. It was over five gallons of beer, and we finished it in just over two hours. Mission: accomplished!
Several from Becky's family were there, including her Mom, Jo, who had, by far, the best line of the day when she asked Adam, "Are you screwing my daughter?!?!"
Waste not, want not. Right, John?
One of the many phases of John's drunkenness is when he likes to head-butt things. Here is Kyle fighting back.
You know it's a good barbecue when the girls get all grabby with each other.
Poor Ryan gets caught in the crossfire of John and Becky flipping each other off, while Toby goes for the popcorn.
We eventually got around to setting off some fireworks. The roman candles were tasty, but they gave me some serious heartburn.
I'm not going to get into what John was doing to Toby, but here's a hint: it's illegal in 47 states.
Sparklers are always my favourite!
I can't remember when I've had as much fun at a barbecue. Well, except the last time Drew and Becky had a barbecue. There were tons of people there, including many I met for the first time. A huge thanks to Drew and Becky for opening up their home and reminding us that getting drunk is what independence is all about.
Several from Becky's family were there, including her Mom, Jo, who had, by far, the best line of the day when she asked Adam, "Are you screwing my daughter?!?!"
Waste not, want not. Right, John?
One of the many phases of John's drunkenness is when he likes to head-butt things. Here is Kyle fighting back.
You know it's a good barbecue when the girls get all grabby with each other.
Poor Ryan gets caught in the crossfire of John and Becky flipping each other off, while Toby goes for the popcorn.
We eventually got around to setting off some fireworks. The roman candles were tasty, but they gave me some serious heartburn.
I'm not going to get into what John was doing to Toby, but here's a hint: it's illegal in 47 states.
Sparklers are always my favourite!
I can't remember when I've had as much fun at a barbecue. Well, except the last time Drew and Becky had a barbecue. There were tons of people there, including many I met for the first time. A huge thanks to Drew and Becky for opening up their home and reminding us that getting drunk is what independence is all about.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
When the Roll Is Called Up Yonder
My former supervisor, TSgt Collin Adams, leaves today. He's been tasked for a 365-day tour in Iraq. He will be embedded with the Army, so before he even gets to Iraq, he has to endure three months of battle/convoy training. So basically, he's giving up 15 months of hugging his wife, playing ball with his son, and drinking beer with his friends--the very things we'll all be doing on this Independence Day.
The One to Hope - Mad Props #3
A few weeks ago, Brian introduced me to Feist, someone who I'd read about, but, for some reason, resisted buying her albums. But after hearing just a few songs in his car, I fell in love. Her voice is powerful, yet delicate, and each multifaceted song is crafted so wonderfully. It's smooth and mellow without being dull and sleepy. I can't help but feel a sense of warmth and love, especially when I see videos like this:
Not only is it amazingly cute, but it's all one big continuous take. How cool is that?
Not only is it amazingly cute, but it's all one big continuous take. How cool is that?
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Don't Look Back
It is finished. I took the oath at 10 AM this morning, and gave another four years of my life to the US Air Force. Lt. White gave me the oath (from memory!) while my entire shop looked on. I chose Lt. White because, not only is he one of the coolest LTs in my squadron, but I am forever indebted to him for introducing me to Yuengling, one of God's greatest creations, during our Eagle Flag exercise last year.
This was one of the last requirements for me to receive my official orders for Italy. I spent the rest of the day running around base getting final signatures and turning in paperwork. But I'm not totally out of the woods, yet. I still have some security clearance paperwork for which I received an extension. I'm hoping to have it turned in by the end of the week, but since Wednesday is a holiday, I bet all the desk jockeys on base will be moving at a glacial pace. Luckily, the folks in the Outbound Assignments office are pretty cool.
So, yeah, after this enlistment, I'll have just over 15 years in active duty. It's easy to say it's all downhill from here, but I'm going to Italy. It's gonna be an adventure!
This was one of the last requirements for me to receive my official orders for Italy. I spent the rest of the day running around base getting final signatures and turning in paperwork. But I'm not totally out of the woods, yet. I still have some security clearance paperwork for which I received an extension. I'm hoping to have it turned in by the end of the week, but since Wednesday is a holiday, I bet all the desk jockeys on base will be moving at a glacial pace. Luckily, the folks in the Outbound Assignments office are pretty cool.
So, yeah, after this enlistment, I'll have just over 15 years in active duty. It's easy to say it's all downhill from here, but I'm going to Italy. It's gonna be an adventure!
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Twenty-Five Candles
Today is John's birthday, so to celebrate, we all went to dinner last night, followed by a party at his place. Drew and Becky even came in all the way from Tooele.
It was the perfect mood for a great party. Not too rowdy, and still enough people for some good socialising.
There hasn't been a single time where I've hung out with Tall Nick that he hasn't made me totally crack up at least twice.
I don't know what's better: the fact that Ryan has his hand on Becky's ass, or the crazy maniacal look in his eye. This is one of my favourite pictures EVER!
One of the people in this picture is really drunk. The other one is Brian.
I really can't say enough good things about John. He's at the center of the social wheel of Salt Lake City, and because of him, I've met so many great people and had an immeasurable amount of fun. He's kind and loving and makes me laugh till it hurts. Happy birthday, John!
It was the perfect mood for a great party. Not too rowdy, and still enough people for some good socialising.
There hasn't been a single time where I've hung out with Tall Nick that he hasn't made me totally crack up at least twice.
I don't know what's better: the fact that Ryan has his hand on Becky's ass, or the crazy maniacal look in his eye. This is one of my favourite pictures EVER!
One of the people in this picture is really drunk. The other one is Brian.
I really can't say enough good things about John. He's at the center of the social wheel of Salt Lake City, and because of him, I've met so many great people and had an immeasurable amount of fun. He's kind and loving and makes me laugh till it hurts. Happy birthday, John!
Natural Ingredients
Pioneer Park, in downtown SLC, is best known as the place where all the homeless people hang out all day. But every Saturday morning in the summertime, they have the Farmers Market. It's big enough to take up most of the park, and there were tons of people there. It seems like a big undertaking to have it every week, so it must be pretty profitable.
Most of the booths were primarily for fruits and vegetables, breads, jams, and other homemade foods from local vendors; but there were also plenty of booths featuring crafts and hand-made furniture and clothing. Plus, there were...
street performers! This guy was juggling fire sticks and telling the funniest bad jokes I've ever heard.
The only thing I bought was some almonds, but I think I might be going back next week to pick up a few other things. It was a fun morning strolling through the park and watching the diverse groups of people coming out for such a great event.
Most of the booths were primarily for fruits and vegetables, breads, jams, and other homemade foods from local vendors; but there were also plenty of booths featuring crafts and hand-made furniture and clothing. Plus, there were...
street performers! This guy was juggling fire sticks and telling the funniest bad jokes I've ever heard.
The only thing I bought was some almonds, but I think I might be going back next week to pick up a few other things. It was a fun morning strolling through the park and watching the diverse groups of people coming out for such a great event.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Very Superstitious
Just overheard at the shoppette:
Little Boy: (Picking his nose)
Mom: Stop that!
Little Boy: But, WHY?
Mom: Because...evil spirits will enter you. Ya know?
Little Boy: (Picking his nose)
Mom: Stop that!
Little Boy: But, WHY?
Mom: Because...evil spirits will enter you. Ya know?
When this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you're gonna see some serious shit.
During the summer, there are Friday night movies in the park in SLC. Right now, they're doing a string of 80s classics. Last night, Tiffany, Brian, and I went to watch Back to the Future. I hadn't seen it in a really long time, and forgot how great (and funny) it really is. It was a nice, mellow Friday, and a perfect way to unwind from a crazy week. Thanks to Tiffany and Brian for inviting me.
When the Sun Goes Down
Growing up in Kentucky, it was practically state law to like country music. I went through various phases, and still like it on some level; but I rarely go to country music shows. When I was in Vegas in March hanging with my friend Dan (who doesn't really appreciate country music very much, either), he said a buddy of his took him to see Kenny Chesney, and he thought it was one of the most entertaining shows he'd ever seen. Based on his recommendation, I went to see Kenny last night with Nick Fuoss and Nick Sorrentino.
The show was at the amphitheatre in West Valley, and it was completely sold out. The traffic was horrible, which resulted in us missing the first opener, Pat Green, but arrived just in time to see Sugarland, who sounded pretty good, though I didn't recognise many of their songs.
When Kenny finally came out, the sun was just setting, and the crowd went crazy. We could barely hear the first song through all the screaming. Again, I didn't know too many of his songs, but the beer made me not really care. The entire show was so full of energy, it almost made me tired from watching. But at the same time, his laid back attitude really projected onto everyone. The weather was perfect, and we all danced around in the grass for two hours. Thanks to Dan for the great recommendation, and thanks to Nick and Nick for going with me.
The show was at the amphitheatre in West Valley, and it was completely sold out. The traffic was horrible, which resulted in us missing the first opener, Pat Green, but arrived just in time to see Sugarland, who sounded pretty good, though I didn't recognise many of their songs.
When Kenny finally came out, the sun was just setting, and the crowd went crazy. We could barely hear the first song through all the screaming. Again, I didn't know too many of his songs, but the beer made me not really care. The entire show was so full of energy, it almost made me tired from watching. But at the same time, his laid back attitude really projected onto everyone. The weather was perfect, and we all danced around in the grass for two hours. Thanks to Dan for the great recommendation, and thanks to Nick and Nick for going with me.
Undone
I got really upset at work today with a couple guys who were being really selfish and inconsiderate. It didn't even involve me directly, but their actions totally ruined my afternoon. I didn't say anything yet, and I'm not sure if I will; but I couldn't even look at them after lunch, despite being pretty good friends with one of them. They didn't even realise they'd done anything wrong. I thought that I might be blowing things out of proportion, so I decided to go about my normal work routine and thought maybe I'd cool off after an hour or so. No such luck.
Anyway, I'm feeling very emotional right now, even after hitting the gym, so I'm just going to chill out for a while, and head down to SLC later to watch a movie in the park with some friends. I'm hoping for a nice mellow weekend, because Monday is going to be chaos.
Anyway, I'm feeling very emotional right now, even after hitting the gym, so I'm just going to chill out for a while, and head down to SLC later to watch a movie in the park with some friends. I'm hoping for a nice mellow weekend, because Monday is going to be chaos.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Accoustic Abomination
This is probably the most pathetic yet hysterical thing I've ever seen:
Maybe it's just a joke, but if it's not, someone needs to give this guy a big hug and tell him the words "God" and "hate" should never be used in the same sentence.
Maybe it's just a joke, but if it's not, someone needs to give this guy a big hug and tell him the words "God" and "hate" should never be used in the same sentence.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Big Mac
When I got back from the desert and was told I'd be working water operations, I was totally cool with it. The boss told me it's a job that requires someone who knows what needs to be done and can be left to do it without worry. Originally, there were three of us on my shift, but Jim left to work in training, leaving just Johnny McLaughlin (a civilian) and me.
When I first got to Utah, Johnny was still active duty and in my shop for a few months. I never really had much interaction with him, so I didn't really have an opinion about working with him after my deployment. However, I was told by people, "Don't worry. He's not near as much of an asshole as he used to be." This left me a little apprehensive.
But now, I can't think of anyone I'd rather work with. We both enjoy our job, and rarely does a moment go by that he doesn't make me laugh. He's done a great job training me on what needs to be done, and I feel lucky to get to work with him. Since we're on day shift, we're in a more high-profile position, which probably prompts us to work a little harder, but it almost seems like we aren't even at work. Johnny works weekends, so he has Thursday and Friday off, making those the longest days for me.
Water operations could have the tendency to get monotonous, but, thanks to Johnny, my days are filled with jokes about peanut butter and purple trucks. This is the first time in a great while that I've really looked forward to going to work.
When I first got to Utah, Johnny was still active duty and in my shop for a few months. I never really had much interaction with him, so I didn't really have an opinion about working with him after my deployment. However, I was told by people, "Don't worry. He's not near as much of an asshole as he used to be." This left me a little apprehensive.
But now, I can't think of anyone I'd rather work with. We both enjoy our job, and rarely does a moment go by that he doesn't make me laugh. He's done a great job training me on what needs to be done, and I feel lucky to get to work with him. Since we're on day shift, we're in a more high-profile position, which probably prompts us to work a little harder, but it almost seems like we aren't even at work. Johnny works weekends, so he has Thursday and Friday off, making those the longest days for me.
Water operations could have the tendency to get monotonous, but, thanks to Johnny, my days are filled with jokes about peanut butter and purple trucks. This is the first time in a great while that I've really looked forward to going to work.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Jigsaw
I've heard it said there are two types of people in the world: the type who have a small group of close friends; and the kind that have tons of friends, but no one really close. I'm not really sure into which one I fit, because I feel like I have lots of close friends. Consequently, I often feel like I'm neglecting many of them because of various social obligations with other friends. Maybe this causes me to fall into the second group.
Another odd thing is the different circles of friends I have. They all seem so different from each other, and even though I don't really feel like I fit in 100% with any of them, maybe it's beneficial because no matter my mood, I always have a niche into which to fall. Sometimes I think it would be great to combine all my friends together in one giant circle. I've been successful in getting one or two people to "cross over" into other friend territory, but combining entire groups could result in lots of awkward silences.
Mostly, I'm just thankful that God has placed so many great people in my life. I can't think of anything worse than being alone. This world is just too scary to handle by myself. If you feel the same way, call me and we'll have coffee. And then hug.
Another odd thing is the different circles of friends I have. They all seem so different from each other, and even though I don't really feel like I fit in 100% with any of them, maybe it's beneficial because no matter my mood, I always have a niche into which to fall. Sometimes I think it would be great to combine all my friends together in one giant circle. I've been successful in getting one or two people to "cross over" into other friend territory, but combining entire groups could result in lots of awkward silences.
Mostly, I'm just thankful that God has placed so many great people in my life. I can't think of anything worse than being alone. This world is just too scary to handle by myself. If you feel the same way, call me and we'll have coffee. And then hug.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
I'm Bringing Me Down
I'm feeling very frustrated right now, mostly with myself, but I can't really pinpoint exactly why. It's a combination of a sense of failure and guilt and laziness. I hate it and I don't know what to do about it.
Sometimes when I'm feeling this way, I do something to try and make myself feel better; but often, it ends up making me feel worse, and it's a downward spiral until I just give up and fall asleep. I wish someone would call, but I don't have the enthusiasm to call anyone myself. I considered getting drunk or going back to the gym and running again. I think I'm just going to go to bed.
Sometimes when I'm feeling this way, I do something to try and make myself feel better; but often, it ends up making me feel worse, and it's a downward spiral until I just give up and fall asleep. I wish someone would call, but I don't have the enthusiasm to call anyone myself. I considered getting drunk or going back to the gym and running again. I think I'm just going to go to bed.
Point of No Return
I never thought I'd say this, but part of me doesn't want to go to Italy. Several jobs are opening up here on base in the coming months, and I've entertained the thought of applying. There's something appealing about having a steady job and buying a house and developing some roots here in Utah. Even more appealing is never having to wear a gas mask ever again.
However, I know once I get to Italy, I'm going to fall in love with it and have the time of my life. My re-enlistment is Monday morning; and after that, there's no looking back.
However, I know once I get to Italy, I'm going to fall in love with it and have the time of my life. My re-enlistment is Monday morning; and after that, there's no looking back.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
My Inner Nerd
Thanks to Caleb and Tanya, I now have a minor addiction to Settlers of Catan. Before long, I'm going to be playing this every Friday night in my basement with Urkel and Comic Book Guy.
Same Old Song
Very uncharacteristically of me, I've been skipping a few concerts to which I've already bought tickets. Just in the past few weeks, I've missed The Faint, MxPx, True Colors Tour, and the Deftones. I've seen MxPx and the Deftones before, but I really don't have an excuse for the other two, other than just losing interest or having something better to do the night of the show. The tickets were relatively inexpensive, so it's not the money that bothers me. But live music is one of the things for which I truly have a passion, and I kinda feel it slipping away. Hopefully, I'll get it back soon because I'm not sure how close I'll be to any major venues in Italy.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Fatboy Slim
After slacking off for a while, I finally got back into running last week. I've been keeping up surprisingly well, but I'm gonna have to step it up even more to get rid of the flab I've gained. I'd like to have a nice flat stomach by the end of the summer, but I'll be content if I can get it by February. You see, there are nude beaches in Italy, and if you don't think I'm gonna go at least once, you're crazy.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Headless Chicken
Since I received notice of my PCS to Italy, I've had tons of paperwork to do. I don't understand why I have to do so much out-processing now when I don't leave for seven months. There's medical and dental clearances, forms for dependents (of which, I have none), weapons qualifications, security clearances, and the list goes on and on. Most significantly, I'll be re-enlisting on the morning of July 2nd. It's not really a huge deal, but some people tend to make a big deal out of it anyway; so, if anyone would like to attend, let me know.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting
Saturday night, John, Brian, and I went to a roller derby. Yes, an actual roller derby with girls on roller skates fighting. Salt Lake City has it's own league with four different teams. There are bouts going on all summer, and luckily, Brian scored free tickets to Saturday's match-up of the Bomber Babes versus the Sisters of No Mercy. The Bomber Babes were decked out in camoflage and the Sisters wore little nun's habits with mini-skirts. Plus, they had great names like "Attilah the Nun" and "Sophonda Pain." I didn't really understand the rules of the game (Who knew there were actual rules?), but it was so fun to watch anyway.
Also in attendance were the Cyber Sluts. They host a monthly bingo night at the First Baptist Church, of all places. I've never been, but I've heard it's a blast. They were a total hoot. Thanks to Brian for asking me to go to the derby. Total punk-rock fun!
Also in attendance were the Cyber Sluts. They host a monthly bingo night at the First Baptist Church, of all places. I've never been, but I've heard it's a blast. They were a total hoot. Thanks to Brian for asking me to go to the derby. Total punk-rock fun!
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
I Hear Bells
Yesterday, I had coffee with Caleb and Tanya who revealed a great surprise. They're engaged! They went to Canada last week and Caleb proposed. If you see them, give them a big hug and ask them to tell you the story. It's pretty funny stuff. Congratulations, you guys!
Because It Was There!
Saturday, Nick, John, Brian, and I made the trek up Mt. Olympus, a popular hiking destination for Salt Lakers. John and Brian are pretty regular hikers, and had no problems. Nick and I lagged behind a bit, and thought several times about turning back.
The distance of the hike wasn't any longer than last week's hike up Adams Canyon. But it was steeper. Much steeper.
The main trail ended at a saddle, but continuing to the summit required some vigorous rock climbing. I'm so glad we didn't stop, because the view from the summit was exhilarating.
The ascent took three hours, while the descent took about two. It was probably the most difficult hike I've done since Mt. Fuji, but I really enjoyed it. And I'm not nearly as sore today as I thought I'd be. If you'd like to check out the entire photo stream, go here. And yeah, give another round of applause to God.
The distance of the hike wasn't any longer than last week's hike up Adams Canyon. But it was steeper. Much steeper.
The main trail ended at a saddle, but continuing to the summit required some vigorous rock climbing. I'm so glad we didn't stop, because the view from the summit was exhilarating.
The ascent took three hours, while the descent took about two. It was probably the most difficult hike I've done since Mt. Fuji, but I really enjoyed it. And I'm not nearly as sore today as I thought I'd be. If you'd like to check out the entire photo stream, go here. And yeah, give another round of applause to God.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Pieces of the People We Love, Redux
Traits I inherited from my Dad:
His level-headedness
His belief that honesty is the best policy
His patience
His devotion to his friends
His desire to have fun
His blue eyes and jet-black hair
His ability to see two sides to every story
His capacity to love
Happy Father's Day, Pop
His level-headedness
His belief that honesty is the best policy
His patience
His devotion to his friends
His desire to have fun
His blue eyes and jet-black hair
His ability to see two sides to every story
His capacity to love
Happy Father's Day, Pop
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Who wouldn't want Carl on their answering machine?
The more I listen to National Public Radio, the more I like it. And one of my favourite programs (as I may have mentioned) is Wait, Wait...Don't Tell Me! Normally, the show is taped in Chicago, but occasionally, they travel to other cities. Such was the case last night at Kingsbury Hall on the U of U campus, for which John, Ryan, Brian, and I were in attendance.
You might think watching a crew tape a radio show would be boring, but it was quite the opposite. The three panelists featured were my favourites, Mo Rocca, Paula Poundstone, and Tom Bodett. The celebrity guest featured on "Not My Job" was Utah's own Donny Osmond. And seeing Carl Kasell and Peter Sagal in person was great. I've rarely laughed that much in my life.
The whole taping took over two hours, and it's amazing how they edit it down to a 45 minute show. If you'd like to listen, and I think you should, check your local NPR station for when they'll broadcast it this weekend. Or, you can always download the podcast on the website or via iTunes anytime after Sunday. Trust me. You'll be glad you did.
You might think watching a crew tape a radio show would be boring, but it was quite the opposite. The three panelists featured were my favourites, Mo Rocca, Paula Poundstone, and Tom Bodett. The celebrity guest featured on "Not My Job" was Utah's own Donny Osmond. And seeing Carl Kasell and Peter Sagal in person was great. I've rarely laughed that much in my life.
The whole taping took over two hours, and it's amazing how they edit it down to a 45 minute show. If you'd like to listen, and I think you should, check your local NPR station for when they'll broadcast it this weekend. Or, you can always download the podcast on the website or via iTunes anytime after Sunday. Trust me. You'll be glad you did.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Kicking Myself
Tech results came out today, and not only did I not make it, but my test scores were worse than last year. And just like every year, I tell myself I'll study next time; but in reality, I probably won't. Only two people in my entire squadron made it, which eases my pain slightly. Drinking heavily this weekend will ease my pain even more.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Dial Tone
I bought a new cell phone tonight. I've had my Motorola PEBL for a year and a half, and I really love it. But I guess cell phones really aren't meant to last that long. Lately, some of the keys aren't working very well, so when I have to dial a number that's not in my phonebook, it takes a while. And don't even think about sending a text message unless you have twenty minutes to spare. T-Mobile, my provider, no longer carries the PEBL, and claiming it on the insurance for which I pay $5.99 a month would cost me another $75. (What a rip-off!) So after doing a little online research, I broke down and upgraded to a Motorola RIZR. I know I'm leaving for Italy in eight months, but I needed a new phone and this upgrade wasn't too expensive. Plus, it cost a helluva lot less than Option B.
What is "Option B," you ask? Option B would be waiting until the 29th for the release of the iPhone, something that I've been anticipating since January. Even now, when I look at the website, I still want one. I'm tempted to take my RIZR back to the T-Mobile store, and camp outside the nearest AT&T store for 16 days just so I can be the first in line. But I know it's not practical to pay $500 for a phone, especially when a) I may not be able to use it overseas, b) it's the first generation, and c) it's just plain ridiculous. I'm sure I'll see one after the release and I'll drool over it and kick myself for not waiting. But deep down, I know I've made the right call. Sorry, Apple, but you'll have to release the next generation iPod to get any more money from me.
What is "Option B," you ask? Option B would be waiting until the 29th for the release of the iPhone, something that I've been anticipating since January. Even now, when I look at the website, I still want one. I'm tempted to take my RIZR back to the T-Mobile store, and camp outside the nearest AT&T store for 16 days just so I can be the first in line. But I know it's not practical to pay $500 for a phone, especially when a) I may not be able to use it overseas, b) it's the first generation, and c) it's just plain ridiculous. I'm sure I'll see one after the release and I'll drool over it and kick myself for not waiting. But deep down, I know I've made the right call. Sorry, Apple, but you'll have to release the next generation iPod to get any more money from me.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
The Song Remains the Same
For those of you who saw my house in Japan, remember how many CDs I had, and how I didn't have enough shelf space for them so I stacked them all the way up my staircase? Yeah, that seems like such a long time ago. I rarely buy CDs anymore. I mean, I still purchase plenty of music; just not so much in a hard-copy form.
The transition from purchasing actual albums in a store to downloading them has been very gradual. Before I bought my computer (and my iPod), I just went down my staircase every morning, trying to decide the correct music for whatever mood I was in that day. Sometimes, I'd take nine or ten CDs with me in my car.
And even after I had my iPod, I held on to CDs for so long. I was so reluctant to download music because I felt that unless I could actually hold onto it, I didn't really own it. I began by downloading a few individual songs, mostly stuff from the 80s where I knew I'd never buy the entire album, but certain songs were nostalgic enough for me to spend 99 cents on. It took a couple months for me to purchase an entire album online. But now, four years later, the only hard CDs I buy are ones from artists that are truly close to my heart. I even downloaded the last Elliott Smith album, but I'll probably purchase the new White Stripes CD when it's released next week. I used to think the ease of buying a CD on Amazon.com made me spend too much money. Turns out I wasn't even prepared for iTunes.
Now, I feel like I could barely live without my iPod. I rarely go anywhere without it. Getting an adapter hard-wired into my truck was probably the best investment I've ever made. I wonder what the next great invention in music technology will be, because I can't really think of any way they could improve on what we've already got. Of course, in 1967, I'm sure people thought it couldn't get much better than the 8-track.
And just because I occasionally need to be humbled, here's a list of the first five individual songs I downloaded:
"Been Caught Stealing" by Jane's Addiction
"She Bop" by Cyndi Lauper
"Come On Eileen" by Dexy's Midnight Runners
"Time of the Season" by The Zombies
"Walk Like An Egyptian" by The Bangles
And the first full album I bought was "Escapology" by Robbie Williams.
Let the mockery begin.
The transition from purchasing actual albums in a store to downloading them has been very gradual. Before I bought my computer (and my iPod), I just went down my staircase every morning, trying to decide the correct music for whatever mood I was in that day. Sometimes, I'd take nine or ten CDs with me in my car.
And even after I had my iPod, I held on to CDs for so long. I was so reluctant to download music because I felt that unless I could actually hold onto it, I didn't really own it. I began by downloading a few individual songs, mostly stuff from the 80s where I knew I'd never buy the entire album, but certain songs were nostalgic enough for me to spend 99 cents on. It took a couple months for me to purchase an entire album online. But now, four years later, the only hard CDs I buy are ones from artists that are truly close to my heart. I even downloaded the last Elliott Smith album, but I'll probably purchase the new White Stripes CD when it's released next week. I used to think the ease of buying a CD on Amazon.com made me spend too much money. Turns out I wasn't even prepared for iTunes.
Now, I feel like I could barely live without my iPod. I rarely go anywhere without it. Getting an adapter hard-wired into my truck was probably the best investment I've ever made. I wonder what the next great invention in music technology will be, because I can't really think of any way they could improve on what we've already got. Of course, in 1967, I'm sure people thought it couldn't get much better than the 8-track.
And just because I occasionally need to be humbled, here's a list of the first five individual songs I downloaded:
"Been Caught Stealing" by Jane's Addiction
"She Bop" by Cyndi Lauper
"Come On Eileen" by Dexy's Midnight Runners
"Time of the Season" by The Zombies
"Walk Like An Egyptian" by The Bangles
And the first full album I bought was "Escapology" by Robbie Williams.
Let the mockery begin.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
The Safety Dance
Last Wednesday, a civilian in my shop climbed up a big rack to grab a piece of pipe. When he jumped off, his wedding ring got caught and ripped all the flesh off his finger bone. He was rushed to the hospital in Salt Lake, but unfortunately, they were unable to save his finger. He's only been working on base for a few months, and I feel really bad for him.
There have been a lot of accidents and mishaps in our squadron lately, and the finger incident spurred a somewhat delayed reaction from our leadership culminating in a big safety day today. Basically, we sat through hours and hours of safety briefings convering everything from heavy lifting to electrical safety to drinking and driving. Now, the entire Air Force has a policy of weekly safety briefings, which have obviously kept me safe for the past ten years; and if seeing someone in your own squadron lose a finger doesn't keep someone from getting complacent while on the job, I seriously doubt a bunch of boring safety briefings are going to do the trick either.
There have been a lot of accidents and mishaps in our squadron lately, and the finger incident spurred a somewhat delayed reaction from our leadership culminating in a big safety day today. Basically, we sat through hours and hours of safety briefings convering everything from heavy lifting to electrical safety to drinking and driving. Now, the entire Air Force has a policy of weekly safety briefings, which have obviously kept me safe for the past ten years; and if seeing someone in your own squadron lose a finger doesn't keep someone from getting complacent while on the job, I seriously doubt a bunch of boring safety briefings are going to do the trick either.
Monday, June 11, 2007
These Boots Are Made For Hiking
Nick and I went on a great hike today up Adams Canyon. The trail led us along Holmes Creek until we got to a gorgeous waterfall. All in all, it was about seven miles of moderate, but beautiful terrain. I'll post a few pictures, but if you want to see the complete set, you can go here. Enjoy!
The scenery was absolutely breath-taking. Can we all just stop for a second and give God a hand?
The scenery was absolutely breath-taking. Can we all just stop for a second and give God a hand?
Sunday, June 10, 2007
In the Gutter
Last night, Brian and I went bowling, where I proved once again that I am the most inconsistent bowler of all time. We got two hours of bowling for a flat rate, and since there was only two of us, we played five games. I also discovered I seemed to do best when Madonna was playing on the jukebox. Thanks to Brian for putting up with my antics.
This guy is a riot, I swear.
This guy is a riot, I swear.
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Bases Loaded
Last night, Brian, Kyle, Kyle, Nick, John, Ryan, Nick, Kyle, Richie, and I went to a very exciting Bees game. Luckily, the Bees came from behind in the tenth inning to defeat the Portland Beavers, 4-3. I seriously think the Bees should give me season tickets, because I've yet to attend a game where they've lost.
"You can't get addicted to Vico-doodle!"
I love to laugh. I mean, who doesn't? But for some reason, I rarely make it to a comedy club. But when I saw that Janeane Garofalo was coming through SLC, I bought a ticket immediately.
Brian joined me at a venue normally used by punk bands, which made the evening really interesting. The first comic was a guy named Chris Fairbanks, who was only medium funny. But I guess that's probably what would work best for the headliners.
Janeane was scheduled to headline, but she ended up coming on next because she said if she went on last, she'd end up talking all night. Even though he went on last, I'll go ahead and talk about Patton Oswalt. His act was a typical comedy routine, but it was very funny. My favourite part was when he compared the Star Wars prequels to Jon Voight's scrotum. I couldn't do it justice, so I'm not going to try. He also did a bit where he talked to different people from the crowd, which had me rolling a couple times.
Janeane was so tiny and cute and she had some great tattoos on her arms, including one of Rosie the Riveter. Her routine veered from the normal stand-up procedure. She didn't really tell any jokes, per se. It was more like talking about people she's met and things she's done. She had a book of notes she had written down since she arrived in SLC the day before. There were some great observations about the city and its people. Her hour-long act was a total stream-of-consciousness conclave that was sometimes political, but always entertaining. I didn't agree with everything she said, but I admire her passion for what she believes.
The whole night gave me more respect for the wit of stand-up comics. It's so impressive how they come up with different stuff every night. Maybe it was good that Janeane let Patton go on first, because I could have listened to her all night and been late for work today.
Brian joined me at a venue normally used by punk bands, which made the evening really interesting. The first comic was a guy named Chris Fairbanks, who was only medium funny. But I guess that's probably what would work best for the headliners.
Janeane was scheduled to headline, but she ended up coming on next because she said if she went on last, she'd end up talking all night. Even though he went on last, I'll go ahead and talk about Patton Oswalt. His act was a typical comedy routine, but it was very funny. My favourite part was when he compared the Star Wars prequels to Jon Voight's scrotum. I couldn't do it justice, so I'm not going to try. He also did a bit where he talked to different people from the crowd, which had me rolling a couple times.
Janeane was so tiny and cute and she had some great tattoos on her arms, including one of Rosie the Riveter. Her routine veered from the normal stand-up procedure. She didn't really tell any jokes, per se. It was more like talking about people she's met and things she's done. She had a book of notes she had written down since she arrived in SLC the day before. There were some great observations about the city and its people. Her hour-long act was a total stream-of-consciousness conclave that was sometimes political, but always entertaining. I didn't agree with everything she said, but I admire her passion for what she believes.
The whole night gave me more respect for the wit of stand-up comics. It's so impressive how they come up with different stuff every night. Maybe it was good that Janeane let Patton go on first, because I could have listened to her all night and been late for work today.
Friday, June 08, 2007
The Good, The Bad, and The Queen
I'm indifferent when it comes to Oprah Winfrey. She's not really annoying or stupid, and she does a lot of good for the less fortunate. What bothers me is how much people worship her, and how anything she says is considered law. And not just a state or federal law. BIBLICAL LAW. Like she needs a book in the Old Testament right between Leviticus and Numbers telling us "Thou shalt not have poop that doesn't make an 'S' shape," and "Thou shalt sing along with all musical guests whether you know the words or not."
But one of the good things is the book club. I think it's great that she's gotten a bunch of lazy housewives to pick up a book and read, which they'd never do otherwise. I used to be reluctant to read books she'd recommended, but I decided that's just being snobbish. And she's picked out some great ones, most recently Cormac McCarthy's The Road and my personal favourite, Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides (both of which I read before Oprah told anyone to).
In a mildly related story, a few days ago, my friend Reese told me about something she saw on television that I just HAD to find on the internet. Unfortunately, the only place I've found it is in this Jimmy Kimmel monologue. The best part, which features Oprah, is about five minutes in, so just let it load and then fast-forward to that part (unless you're some kind of masochist who likes to hear Jimmy Kimmel talk). After you see it, you'll know what I'm talking about. Probably the funniest thing I've heard in a long time.
But one of the good things is the book club. I think it's great that she's gotten a bunch of lazy housewives to pick up a book and read, which they'd never do otherwise. I used to be reluctant to read books she'd recommended, but I decided that's just being snobbish. And she's picked out some great ones, most recently Cormac McCarthy's The Road and my personal favourite, Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides (both of which I read before Oprah told anyone to).
In a mildly related story, a few days ago, my friend Reese told me about something she saw on television that I just HAD to find on the internet. Unfortunately, the only place I've found it is in this Jimmy Kimmel monologue. The best part, which features Oprah, is about five minutes in, so just let it load and then fast-forward to that part (unless you're some kind of masochist who likes to hear Jimmy Kimmel talk). After you see it, you'll know what I'm talking about. Probably the funniest thing I've heard in a long time.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Manic Meteorology
Yesterday: 90 degrees and sunny.
Today: 43 degrees and raining.
Can someone please explain this to me?
Today: 43 degrees and raining.
Can someone please explain this to me?
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Be Quiet and Drive
A new law went into effect in Utah just in time for Memorial Day weekend. Failure to wear one's safety belt used to be a minor offense, only punishable if pulled over for another reason. But now, it's considered a violation worthy of getting stopped and cited. This doesn't really apply to me directly because the first thing I do when I get in my truck is put on my seatbelt. And if I didn't, a loud noise/flashing light would remind me until I did. Still, I have somewhat of a problem with the law.
I don't think laws should be passed that force people to do things that don't affect other people. Laws against speeding, talking on cell phones while driving, stealing, murder, etc... are all well and good. But seriously, if I'm riding a motorcycle, and I wanna be stupid and not wear a helmet, does that really hurt anyone (besides me)? They're not going to make any laws against suicide, are they? And couldn't those cops be hunting down robbers and killers instead of giving someone a ticket for lack of seatbelt use?
I don't like big government, and I think laws that restrict our daily lives are just wearing us down until we have no more choices at all. Seatbelts and helmets, recreational drugs, gay marriage. As long as I'm not hurting anyone else, is it really any of the government's business?
I don't think laws should be passed that force people to do things that don't affect other people. Laws against speeding, talking on cell phones while driving, stealing, murder, etc... are all well and good. But seriously, if I'm riding a motorcycle, and I wanna be stupid and not wear a helmet, does that really hurt anyone (besides me)? They're not going to make any laws against suicide, are they? And couldn't those cops be hunting down robbers and killers instead of giving someone a ticket for lack of seatbelt use?
I don't like big government, and I think laws that restrict our daily lives are just wearing us down until we have no more choices at all. Seatbelts and helmets, recreational drugs, gay marriage. As long as I'm not hurting anyone else, is it really any of the government's business?
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Jailhouse Rock
As much as I hate commenting on mindless celebrity bullshit, I just have to say something about Paris Hilton, who began her 23-day jail sentence last night. A heard several comments about how she tried to buy her way out of it, but I don't really see the problem. If I were faced with jail time, I'd use every avenue imaginable to get out of it. What's the big deal about celebrities using their influence to get what they want? I don't hesitate to use my military ID to get a discount on my lunch or a free carwash. Is there really any difference?
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