Monday, May 2, 2016
Here is my info:
Obviously I'm hoping to hear from you! You left me on a huge decade-long cliffhanger....what happened when the spider fell down into your pants as you were sitting on the port-a-potty??? ;)
I also need to go over some very important matters regarding our friend The Scarlet Pimpernel so you better contact me...
Saturday, September 19, 2009
"yes! what a neat caption for 'Bethlehem,'" i thought. as i continued my stroll, reflecting on the symbolism running through my mind, my view opened up and i saw, constructed atop a hill on the edge of town, a bright star for all to see. the spirit that filled those 'certain poor shepherds' came to me and i felt to exclaim with them, 'Noel, Noel! Born is the King of Israel!' a sweet experience to be sure, i just wanted to extend the invitation to all who happen upon my meager blog to let 'thy heart be innocent' enough to come to the fountain and drink of the refreshing Water of Bethlehem.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
"that's a great idea! we can set up a predetermined sign so there's no mistaking it or anything." i said.
"yeah, but what could be our sign?"
"okay, okay...(thought)...how about this; since we both always pick up a penny whenever we see one, we'll make the penny be one from the year we were born, 1978. that would work, right?"
"yeah, there aren't many 1978 penny's lying around anymore."
so, the sign was agreed upon and we went about our business not thinking much about it. well, this afternoon i get a text message from Jim:
"There is life after death."
me: "why do you say that?"
Jim: "I just saw a penny on the ground and thought about the sign we decided on yesterday....picked it up and sure enough...1978. Weird."
me: "umm, whoa. does this mean i have to keep trying to live the commandments then? probably...darn."
Jim: "Ugh, yeah, we better try to do good things more."
mere coincidence? or, sign from above?
PS - i thought the theme song to this entry was so clever, i just had to give myself a very public pat on the back...it is from the year, 1978, in case you didn't know...
Friday, June 12, 2009
and did you all notice my MacGuyver skills here? the tomato stand wouldn't stay up because the soil is not stable enough, so, with the help of two pairs of shoelaces, i found a solution. that was the easy part, actually. the hard part was digging a 4 x 4 ft. hole in the middle of the lawn...
Sunday, May 31, 2009
i'm sorry my love, but the feeling of betrayal rests too bitterly in my mouth. one thing pushed me over the edge so to speak, and convinced me of your true identity. the reader can find this detail here. Renee's cousin posted this about himself...he's not even on his mission yet. so, while many of you might find some humor in the following comic, just know that, for me, it stings.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
this is my ornery look (and in case you don't know what 'ornery' means, it is the same as 'cantankerous' :) but i was ornery for good reason! i noticed my surliness one morning this week and snapped a picture to preserve it, not long after a rooster somewhere in my neighborhood prompted me to rise much earlier than usual and go for a jog. the dutiful creature crowed long before dawn and there was nothing i could do but shrug my shoulders and sigh, 'whatever.' but i'm not gonna cry about it.....that was a play on the Madonna song currently atop my playlist by the way....argh, and not a very good one either. chalk up shoulder shrug number two this week.
also, i'm pretty sure i'll be heading to France sometime in the near future, as now i'm reading 'The Count of Monte Cristo', as well as trying to learn French from this neat book i came across. the idea appeals to me, i really want to go. and no Maria, i won't be running any marathons when i'm over there. Lars, tu viens avec moi?
finally, a James update. pictured below is his dinner from a recent night. yep, that's a Mcdonald's happy meal and a 'gotta have it' from cold stone. how many 30 year-olds do you know who regularly buy happy meals? i know one. mis amis, mis amis!
Friday, May 15, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
what does one do when the ear phones just won't stay in? for Jim it's simple. tie a sock around your head to hold them in place. brilliant.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Mike had a surplus of tickets anyway, but an emergency root canal and a lower than expected paycheck cut our trip members in half, so he had to sell his extras among all the other scalpers. i like this picture. i thought it was funny that all of them were holding up actual tickets, while Mike was holding up his computer printouts on regular paper.
this is the view of Kobe from section 112, row 11, seat 10. Jonathan Tavernari, BYU b-ball player, was sitting next to us and was buggin'! he's a Laker fan! i wanted to explain to him what advancing in the NCAA tournament is, but he could prolly beat me up, so i decided against it.
a member of our company at Saturday's game. he is a regular contributor to this blog, but the story he told me while we breakfasted at Maggleby's Fresh might be his best contribution yet. first, he showed me some scratches on the palm of his hand, then related that he and his wife were on a walk when they came across a speed tracker on the side of the road. Holly brought up the episode from The Office where Michael tries to to see how fast he can run by sprinting past one of these and suggested Clark try to do the same. not one to back away from a challenge, Clark did a few stretches, and gave it a go. but, he realized too late that he couldn't run as fast as he wanted to run, and ended up face-planting on the sidewalk, way before reaching the point of recording his speed. don't be embarrassed Clark, i'll readily admit to the same during the first play of a flag football game many years ago.
here is Quinn just after finishing his first motorcycle ride. the best thing by far about having a motorcycle is the informal club you join, which club consists of one thing only. ah, but what a marvelous thing! it's not a wave, but it is a signal: whenever passing another motorcyclist you drop your left hand to your side, palm to the front, and let it hang there. i'll never forget that first time, an initiation ceremony had in only a few seconds. unsure when he gave the sign, i just hurriedly copied it and went on my merry way. but inside...a change. 'it's official, i am cool!'
Alli Dittman at her first soccer game!
Mary was there too. and can i just say, one of my favorite things ever is the way little kids pose for pictures. it's always the same pose! arms hanging straight down at their sides, head bent down slightly, eyes looking up at the camera. air of humility we grown ups can only hope for.
these were the garden boxes Mike and i put up in his backyard. having a green thumb rules.
and finally, i thought this quote i found shortly after finishing Les Mis was so neat, i snapped a picture to preserve it.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
apparently a few members of the team grew tired of being the only club without a large banner announcing to the world their name and decided to do something about it. pictured above is their creation. i guess David Archuletta has some appeal to 13 year-old girls? and somehow a lobster became our mascot...can't really explain that one yet.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
"Let us have compassion on the chastened. Who, alas! are we ourselves? who am I who speak to you? who are you who listen to me? whence do we come? and is it quite certain that we did nothing before we were born? The earth is not without resemblance to a jail? Who knows that man is not prisoner of Divine Justice.
Look closely into life. It is so constituted that we feel punishment everywhere.
Are you what is called a fortunate man? Well, you are sad every day. Each day has its great grief or its little care. Yesterday you were trembling for the health of one who is dear to you, today you fear for your own; tomorrow it will be an anxiety about money, the next day the slanders of a calumniator, the day after the misfortune of a friend; then the weather, then something broken or lost, then a pleasure for which you are reproached by your conscience or your vertebral column reproaches you; another time, the course of public affairs. Without counting heart troubles. And so on. One cloud is dissipated, another gathers. Hardly one day in a hundred of unbroken joy and of unbroken sunshine. And you are of that small number who are fortunate! As to other men, stagnant night is upon them.
Reflecting minds make little use of this expression: the happy and the unhappy. In this world, the vestibule of another evidently, there is none happy.
The true division of humanity is this: the luminous and the dark.
To diminish the number of the dark, to increase the number of the luminous, behold the aim. This is why we cry: education, knowledge! to learn to read is to kindle a fire; every syllable spelled sparkles.
But he who says light does not necessarily say joy. There is suffering in the light; in excess it burns. Flame is hostile to the wing. To burn and yet to fly, this is the miracle of genius.
When you know and when you love you shall suffer still. The day dawns in tears. The luminous weep, were it only over the dark.
Let us not weary of repeating it, to think first of all of the outcast and sorrowful multitudes, to solace them, to give them air, to enlighten them, to love them, to enlarge their horizon magnificently, to lavish upon them education in all its forms, to offer them the example of labour, never the example of idleness, to diminish the weight of the individual burden by intensifying the idea of the universal object, to limit poverty without limiting wealth, to create vast fields of public and popular activity, to have, like Briareus, a hundred hands to stretch out on all sides to the exhausted and the feeble, to employ the collective power in the great duty of opening workshops for all arms, schools for all aptitudes and laboratories for all intelligences, to increase wages, to diminish suffering, to balance the ought and the have, that is to say, to proportion enjoyment to effort and gratification to need, in one word, to evolve from the social structure, for the benefit of those who suffer and those who are ignorant, more light and more comfort; this is, let sympathetic souls forget it not, the first of fraternal obligations, this is, let selfish hearts know it, the first of political necessities.
And, we must say, all that is only a beginning. The true statement is this: labour cannot be a law without being a right.
We do not dwell upon it; this is not the place.
If nature is called providence, society should be called foresight.
Intellectual and moral growth is not less indispensable than material amelioration. Knowledge is a viaticum, thought is of primary necessity, truth is nourishment as well as wheat. A reason, by fasting from knowledge and wisdom, becomes puny. Let us lament as over stomachs, over minds which do not eat. If there is anything more poignant than a body agonising for want of bread, it is a soul which is dying of hunger for light."
how grateful i am for men of such vaulted understanding. thank you Victor Hugo, and all others who give of their time to ease the pain of others, especially through enlightening and inspiring the masses.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
"There is, at the extremity of all debasements and all misfortunes, a last wretchedness which revolts and determines to enter into a struggle against the whole mass of fortunate things and reigning rights; a hideous struggle in which, sometimes by fraud, sometimes by force, at the same time sickly and fierce, it attacks social order with pin-thrusts through vice and with club-strokes through crime. For the necessities of this struggle, misery has invented a language of battle which is argot.
Would you know where most of the songs of the galleys have originated, those refrains called in special phrase the lirlonfa? Listen to this.
There was at the Chatelet de Paris a broad long cellar. This cellar was eight feet deep below the level of the Seine. It had neither windows nor ventilators, the only opening was the door; men could enter, but not air. The cellar had for a ceiling a stone arch, and for a floor, ten inches of mud. It had been paved with tiles, but, under the oozing of the waters, the pavement had rotted and broken up. Eight feet above the floor, a long massive beam crossed this vault from side to side; from this beam there hung, at intervals, chains three feet in length, and at the end of these chains there were iron collars. Men condemned to the galleys were put into this cellar until the day of their departure for Toulon. They were pushed under this timber, where each had his iron swinging in the darkness, waiting for him. The chains, those pendent arms, and the collars, those open hands, seized these wretches by the neck. They were riveted, and they were left there. The chain being too short, they could not lie down. They remained motionless in this cave, in this blackness, under this timber, almost hung, forced to monstrous exertions to reach their bread or their pitcher, the arch above their heads, the mud up to their knees, their ordure running down their legs, collapsing with fatigue, their hips and knees giving way, hanging by their hands to the chain to rest themselves, unable to sleep except standing, and awakened every moment by the strangling of the collar: some did not awake. In order to eat, they had to draw their bread, which was thrown into the mire, up the leg with the heel, within reach of the hand. How long did they continue thus? A month, two months, six months sometimes; one remained a year. It was the antechamber of the galleys. Men were put there for stealing a hare from the king. In this hell-sepulchre what did they do? What can be done in a sepulchre, they agonised, and what can be done in a hell, they sang. For where there is no more hope, song remains. In the waters of Malta, when a galley was approaching, they heard the song before they heard the oars. The poor poacher, Survincent, who had passed through the cellar-prison of the Chatelet said: it was the rhymes which sustained me. Uselessness of poetry. Of what use is rhyme? In this cellar almost all the argot songs took birth. It is from the dungeon of the Grand Chatelet de Paris that the melancholy galley refrain of Montgomery comes: Timaloumisaine, Timoulamaison. Most of these songs are dreary; some are cheerful; one is tender:
Icicaille est le theatre
Du petit dardant
Here we have the theatre
Of the little archer (Cupid)
The endeavour is vain, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic of the human heart, love."
and finally, here you go Clark. Quinn found it in the comics section of the paper a while back and i thought you might like it.
Friday, January 30, 2009
"whatever may be our selfishness and our prejudices, a mysterious respect springs from events in which we feel the intervention of a hand higher than that of man.
The Revolution of July is the triumph of the Right prostrating the Fact. A thing full of splendour.
The right prostrating the fact. Thence the glory of the Revolution of 1830, thence its mildness also. The right, when it triumphs, has no need to be violent.
The right is the just and the true.
The peculiarity of the right is that it is always beautiful and pure. The fact, even that which is most necessary in appearance, even that most accepted by its contemporaries, if it exist only as fact, and if it contain too little of the right, or none at all, is destined infallibly to become, in the lapse of time, deformed, unclean, perhaps even monstrous. If you would ascertain at once what degree of ugliness the fact may reach, seen in the distance of the centuries, look at Machiavelli. Machiavelli is not an evil genius, nor a demon, nor a cowardly and miserable writer; he is nothing but the fact. And he is not merely the Italian fact, he is the European fact, the fact of the sixteenth century. He seems hideous, and he is so, in the presence of the moral idea of the nineteenth.
This conflict of the right and the fact endures from the origin of society. To bring the duel to an end, to amalgamate the pure ideal with the human reality, to make the right peacefully interpenetrate the fact, and the fact the right, this is the work of the wise."
and, in case you, like i did, need a bit more information to fully grasp what is being said, these links may provide some guidance:
btw, wikipedia is quickly becoming the primary staple of my secular learning. i love it.
and, something i found amusing this week. circumstances were such that i was to pick Jim up at his parents' home. well, as i was approaching the house, i saw his little 7 year-old nephew outside playing in the front yard, alone. an idea came to me suddenly, and i hurriedly slipped on my sun glasses to provide a bit of a disguise. as i eased to a stop in front of him i rolled down the passenger side window. when i got his attention, i said, "hey there little boy, want some candy?" oh, the expression on his face was priceless. frozen, mouth agape, he shook his head back and forth, then began backpedaling toward the front door. after briefly enjoying the moment, i removed my glasses, shouted out my true identity, and asked him to go let Jim know i had arrived. soon after, Jayce comes running out the door to the car with a look of excitement and asks, "do you weally have some candy?" i was sad to disappoint him...but have enjoyed replaying it to myself, so i thought i would share.
also, this new song is dedicated to my friends currently struggling to get their newborns to sleep on their own.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
a'ight, i'm back, tonight. much earlier than maybe i should, but i can't wait any longer, and the knee has been doing well of late. thought i would add this video to help portray some of my present emotions. i'm finding the back of the net too, i just know it. still undecided on which celebration to do though...
Monday, December 29, 2008
a ghost you say? a ghost maybe. she was just like a ghost to me. one minute there, then she was gone!
in the meanwhile, here is another passage of Les Mis that i like:
"life became stern to Marius. to eat his coats and his watch was nothing. he chewed that inexpressible thing which is called the cud of bitterness. a horrible thing, which includes days without bread, nights without sleep, evenings without a candle, a hearth without a fire, weeks without labour, a future without hope, a coat out at the elbows, an old hat which makes young girls laugh, the door found shut against you at night because you have not paid your rent, the insolence of the porter and the landlord, the jibes of neighbors, humiliations, self-respect outraged, any drudgery acceptable, disgust, bitterness, prostration--Marius learned how one swallows down all these things, and how they are often the only things that one has to swallow. at that period of existence, when man has need of pride, because he has need of love, he felt that he was mocked at because he was badly dressed, and ridiculed because he was poor. at the age when youth swells the heart with an imperial pride, he more than once dropped his eyes upon his worn-out boots, and experienced the undeserved shame and the poignant blushes of misery. wonderful and terrible trial, from which the feeble come out infamous, from which the strong come out sublime. crucible into which destiny casts a man whenever she desires a scoundrel or a demi-god.
for there are many great deeds done in the small struggles of life. there is a determined though unseen bravery, which defends itself foot to foot in the darkness against the fatal invasions of necessity and of baseness. noble and mysterious triumphs which no eye sees, which no renown rewards, which no flourish of triumph salutes. life, misfortunes, isolation, abandonment, poverty, are battlefields which have their heroes; obscure heroes, sometimes greater than the illustrious heroes.
strong and rare natures are thus created; misery, almost always a step-mother, is sometimes a mother; privation gives birth to power of soul and mind; distress is the nurse of self-respect; misfortune is a good breast for great souls."
so just imagine the song from which i drew a part for the title above..."red, i feel my soul on fire! black, my world if she's not there. red, the color of desire! black, the color of despair!!!" that song comes to mind whenever i think of Marius.
in fact, i guess y'all could hear it for yourselves, here:
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
"Two seats of slavery; but, in the former, rescue possible, a legal limit always in view, and, then, escape. In the second, perpetuity, the only hope at the most distant boundary of the future, that gleam of liberty which men call death.
In the former, the captives were enchained by chains only; in the other, they were enchained by faith alone.
What resulted from the first? One vast curse, the gnashing of teeth, hatred, desperate depravity, a cry of rage against human society, sarcasm against heaven.
What issued from the second? Benediction and love.
And, in these two places, so alike and yet so different, these two species of beings so dissimilar were performing the same work of expiation.
Jean Valjean thoroughly comprehended the expiation of the first; personal expiation, expiation for oneself. But, he did not understand that of the others, of these blameless, spotless creatures, and he asked himself with a tremor: "Expiation of what? What expiation?"
A voice responded in his conscience: the most divine of all human generosity, expiation for others."
Sunday, December 7, 2008
okay, sbtb trivia time: what was the name of kelly's boss/boyfriend in the couple of episodes where she worked at the max?
Friday, December 5, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
wait, i just thought of an idea! why not get a little trivia fun going with saved by the bell...okay, here is the question: 'who are the other two homecoming queen contestants besides Kelly?' let the challenge begin. and if that is too hard, i can tone it down a notch. just blame my memory, it's like glue.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
"Shouldering the yoke of discipleship greatly enhances both our adoration and knowledge of Jesus, because then we experience, firsthand, through our parallel but smaller-scaled experiences, a small but instructive portion of what the Savior experienced. In this precious process, the more we do what Jesus did--allow our wills to be "swallowed up in the will of the Father"--the more we will learn of Jesus (Mosiah 15:7). This emulation directly enhances our adoration of Jesus. Simultaneously, in this same process, the more we become like Jesus, the more we come to know Him." Elder Maxwell, "Becoming a Disciple," Ensign, Jun 1996.
a fantastic example of this came last friday when my work decided to lay off about half of the workforce and a manager there had the choice to make regarding who in his team to let go. surprisingly he chose himself as one to be laid off instead of another member of his team. how is that for a parallelism to the Savior, choosing to suffer himself so that somebody else didn't have to. some things are just unforgettable.
also unforgettable were the most heavenly noises today, which came at a time when i needed some kind of pick me up. while sitting there in the office doing some paperwork, in the quietness came giggles and laughter from 6 year-old Madison, who was watching Kung-Fu Panda in an empty cubicle with headphones covering her ears, completely oblivious to the fact that she was entertaining us all. it was wonderous.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
but this tutorial with Will exposed me to a really neat website and i couldn't help but manipulate Jim's infamous mugshot in the following ways: (to those of you not familiar with Jim, perhaps this detail about him will help you understand why we find him so comical and these photos so hilarious; Jim loves to get his sleep on. so much so that, though not visible here, in person you'd likely notice a distinct crease developing along the right side of his forehead, from the eyebrow to the hairline, diagonal to the normal creases in his forehead, which is a result of the many hours of his life spent laying stomach down in bed, head shifted to the left.)
and finally, i learned very early in life that i would experience my fair share of embarrassing moments and have come to accept it. this acceptance gives me the peace of mind to be able to openly share these experiences with my small public here. just please confirm that you are laughing with me and not at me...that's all i ask. this latest wasn't too bad. when you all do laundry and you're putting your clean clothes away, doesn't the fabric softener sheet usually reveal itself pretty quickly? it seems like that is the norm when i fold my clothes, so i don't really worry about trying to find it that much. but i'm considering making that a priority from now on. when i was walking through an aisle at work and the guy walking behind me said, "hey, you dropped something," i was puzzled because my hands were free. turning around in time to see him bending over to pick up my used dryer sheet that managed to sneakily hide itself somewhere on my person, i was able to do the math pretty quick. woops.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
this comical excerpt from our fantasy smackboard regarding a favorite and memorable jr. high school teacher:
"Last time I saw Mr. Sallaz was at Pojos a couple years back. I use to feel bad for him thinking, "man, this dude is too old for Pojo's." Then I realized I was like 30 years old. Uhh, nevermind, he's pretty cool."
--Quinn (a.k.a. 'Quint')
and yes, it is true, Pojo's has now been referred to for a second time on my blog.....; a rather embarrassing moment, though possibly not as much so for me as for the neighbor mom next door, because i am confident few faces have turned as red as hers on this occasion, which occasion involved her little 6 year-old boy Zane approaching me while we were all chit-chatting out at the mailbox one evening, and saying, 'you have a hole in your pants, right there,' pointing to, in my defense, more of an extremely worn out area than an outright hole, located in the crotch of my most comfortablest (synonym for oldest) levis ever. 'how observant of you Zane,' was the best reply i could muster; and finally, the start of my favorite sporting competition, for which every game is begun with the playing of this incredible anthem:
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
if you want to get to heaven, and walk those streets of gold, you'll have to shout three words; "roll tide, roll"
anyway, not sure that i really wanted to say anything in particular in this blog entry. i guess i'm just a little homesick and miss my family. seems like it always helps to write about it, talk about it, etc.