loving
this musical duo
The dude in the background playing instruments is a little weird, but I'm pretty sure I could listen to this girl sing all day and be entertained.
On Being A Mom of a Deaf Child
11 years ago
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Things that must go
Things that must go:
1. The word “doppelganger”.
2. The concept of a celebrity doppelganger. Nobody cares what famous hot person you think you look like.
3. The Facebook.
4. Red traffic lights.
5. Lobbying in politics.
6. “One million percent yes”. This makes no sense and is a ridiculous thing to say.
7. Smog.
8. The name Jimmer. He may be great at basketball, but he needs to get this changed as soon as possible.
9. Dudes who ONLY talk about girls. It gets so annoying after a while.
For fear of sounding negative (I know some of you were thinking it), here is a short list (it could go on for a while) of things that must never go:
1. Skiing.
2. Winter days that feel like Spring.
3. iTunes.
4. The Red Iguana.
5. Settebello.
6. Night hikes.
7. St. George.
8. Local bands.
9. 4th gear (I love shifting into fourth gear for some odd reason).
10. Nertz.
11. Rachel McAdams.
12. My niece, Savannah, asking, “Where’s Davey?” every time she calls my house.
13. Jerry Kaplan.
14. Cousins.
15. Digital cameras.
16. Running.
17. My parents playing Beatles Rockband with me.
18. Acoustic guitars.
1. The word “doppelganger”.
2. The concept of a celebrity doppelganger. Nobody cares what famous hot person you think you look like.
3. The Facebook.
4. Red traffic lights.
5. Lobbying in politics.
6. “One million percent yes”. This makes no sense and is a ridiculous thing to say.
7. Smog.
8. The name Jimmer. He may be great at basketball, but he needs to get this changed as soon as possible.
9. Dudes who ONLY talk about girls. It gets so annoying after a while.
For fear of sounding negative (I know some of you were thinking it), here is a short list (it could go on for a while) of things that must never go:
1. Skiing.
2. Winter days that feel like Spring.
3. iTunes.
4. The Red Iguana.
5. Settebello.
6. Night hikes.
7. St. George.
8. Local bands.
9. 4th gear (I love shifting into fourth gear for some odd reason).
10. Nertz.
11. Rachel McAdams.
12. My niece, Savannah, asking, “Where’s Davey?” every time she calls my house.
13. Jerry Kaplan.
14. Cousins.
15. Digital cameras.
16. Running.
17. My parents playing Beatles Rockband with me.
18. Acoustic guitars.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Hiking at Alta
I need to learn how to take pictures--these are the only two I got:
As we were coming back down from Sunnyside a big bunch of sledders passed us. I wanted to tell them that it's all fun and games until someone destroys their leg, but decided to let them figure it out for themselves.
As we were coming back down from Sunnyside a big bunch of sledders passed us. I wanted to tell them that it's all fun and games until someone destroys their leg, but decided to let them figure it out for themselves.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Be nice to someone else...
Something I struggle with is accepting advice from people who I don’t feel like should be giving it. I should be willing to take any criticism I can get—and actually consider whether or not it’s any good regardless of the source. This is especially true in dating. I don’t feel like anybody should be giving me advice or offering me help (which is obviously not true). Take the following conversation I had a church last week with an acquaintance:
Him: “So, you dating anyone right now?”
Me (immediately peeved): “Nope.”
Him: “There are a lot of pretty girls in this ward.”
Me (cringing): “Yup.”
Him: “Sometimes it can be kind of intimidating to approach some of them, if you ever want me to, like, introduce you to some of them just let me know.”
Me (trying to act nice and end the conversation ASAP): “Ummmm. Yeah, sure. Okay.”
I wanted to remind him that he was also single and that he should probably just worry about approaching girls for himself and not for me, but I figured I’d better not. I guess what it boils down to is that acquaintances should never offer advice or set-ups. Or help with dating. Or with talking to girls. And now that I come to it, as far as set-ups go, they should probably only be done by family and very close friends.
This reminds me of my best set up ever (and by best I mean worst, but makes for the best story). A mission friend set me up with his fiancée’s roommate down in Orem. Right from the start I could tell that she either judged me before I actually spoke to her or she had some other dude that she thought was better than me because I was only getting one-word answers, no laughs, and the occasional condescending smile. That’s not to say that I didn’t judge her too—she looked like Madonna with a unibrow—and she wasn’t cute enough to be as mean as she was being*. I guess she felt guilty because twenty minutes into the date she offered to pay, to which I responded, “You’re used to Orem guys, huh? Where I come from we don’t let girls pay.” I realize how absurd my comment was—as if Salt Lake and Orem were different countries—but at that point she hit a nerve and I had to get back at her. In hindsight I should have shut my mouth and let her pay. It wasn’t worth the $8 it took to show her that she wasn’t better than me and to insult her people. And my pride would have recovered eventually anyway, it always does.
*The word should probably be hot, not cute, because cute girls are never mean by definition. And it's not that hot girls are justified in being mean--nobody has an excuse. The point is that I expect hot girls to be mean and condescnding. They aren't always, but often.
Him: “So, you dating anyone right now?”
Me (immediately peeved): “Nope.”
Him: “There are a lot of pretty girls in this ward.”
Me (cringing): “Yup.”
Him: “Sometimes it can be kind of intimidating to approach some of them, if you ever want me to, like, introduce you to some of them just let me know.”
Me (trying to act nice and end the conversation ASAP): “Ummmm. Yeah, sure. Okay.”
I wanted to remind him that he was also single and that he should probably just worry about approaching girls for himself and not for me, but I figured I’d better not. I guess what it boils down to is that acquaintances should never offer advice or set-ups. Or help with dating. Or with talking to girls. And now that I come to it, as far as set-ups go, they should probably only be done by family and very close friends.
This reminds me of my best set up ever (and by best I mean worst, but makes for the best story). A mission friend set me up with his fiancée’s roommate down in Orem. Right from the start I could tell that she either judged me before I actually spoke to her or she had some other dude that she thought was better than me because I was only getting one-word answers, no laughs, and the occasional condescending smile. That’s not to say that I didn’t judge her too—she looked like Madonna with a unibrow—and she wasn’t cute enough to be as mean as she was being*. I guess she felt guilty because twenty minutes into the date she offered to pay, to which I responded, “You’re used to Orem guys, huh? Where I come from we don’t let girls pay.” I realize how absurd my comment was—as if Salt Lake and Orem were different countries—but at that point she hit a nerve and I had to get back at her. In hindsight I should have shut my mouth and let her pay. It wasn’t worth the $8 it took to show her that she wasn’t better than me and to insult her people. And my pride would have recovered eventually anyway, it always does.
*The word should probably be hot, not cute, because cute girls are never mean by definition. And it's not that hot girls are justified in being mean--nobody has an excuse. The point is that I expect hot girls to be mean and condescnding. They aren't always, but often.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Nevermind
Remember that experiment at work I was so excited about on Friday? Well, it turns out I couldn't get it to repeat; and n=1 doesn't count. As I wallow in defeat and self-pity, the quote that hangs on a wall near my bench keeps coming to mind:
"As an adolescent I aspired to lasting fame, I craved factual certainty, and I thirsted for a meaningful vision of human life--so I became a scientist. This is like becoming an archbishop so you can meet girls."
-M. Cartmill
Cheers, M. Cartmill, whoever you are.
"As an adolescent I aspired to lasting fame, I craved factual certainty, and I thirsted for a meaningful vision of human life--so I became a scientist. This is like becoming an archbishop so you can meet girls."
-M. Cartmill
Cheers, M. Cartmill, whoever you are.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Success!!!
Today is a monumental day. After three months of trying the same experiment over and over again at work (unsuccessfully), I finally got it to work! I got some of these:
to turn some of this:
into this:
Party on.
to turn some of this:
into this:
Party on.
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