30 December 2006

Wow I'm on a Roll!

This will be the second blog entry in as many days for me!

I've just been thinking lately on how so many of the "special interest" type articles found in local newspapers really are not that substantial. They read like the semi-polished writings of bloggers. The topics are often promoted by the writer to the reader that you as the reader should view this as nostalgic or it should cause you to reflect and bask in my brilliance as a journalist / writer, for I have taken something that is mundane, and well, rehashed it yet again and still have failed to inspire.

I noticed this a lot during December, as columnists in our local papers (which we don't subscribe to but inevitably end up on our driveway a couple times a week) grappled with the meaning of the season, what Christmas is about, and examining quirkiness in others.

Through it all, what really struck me was these were the "professionals". They were ostensibly the ones who had gone to school and earned degrees in Journalism, or English, or Communications, or whatever. One columnist I can't stand reading is one that comes across as a pompous writing instructor at a local college. She (or the newspaper that pays her to contribute) is always sure to make it clear that she has a MFA, is a published author / poet, and teaches at the school. I inevitably find her writing to have a condescending tone to it. I'm sure she and the newspaper editors feel it is witty and insightful. But, come on... how important is it to waste the ink and paper and energy to send out a 1/3 to 1/2 page article on why she thinks there should be extra credit given to adult students who can come up with the most creative reason for why they don't have their writing portfolio ready to turn in on the assigned day in class?

So I wondered, how many of us in the blog world are essentially doing the same thing? There are probably many polished writers or those who earned a degree in Journalism, English, or Communications that have blogs and perhaps "journal" to it religiously because they are not part of the "inner circle" of that trade.

I admit, I do not have a degree in any of those, but I did consider becoming an English major early on in my undergraduate college career. A family friend advised against it, and I don't know if my following that piece of unsolicited advice has been a bane or blessing to me in life. Probably a little of both. But, I also admit that my blog is more or less an ego based thing for me... my place where I can be heard (yeah by all 2 or 3 of you who read it) without being interrupted or censored. Hey, at least I honestly say as much in the opening post and the subtitle to the blog. :)

So, what do you think? Why do you blog, or do you even blog? Are you living out the next best thing to being a published and respected journalist or author, or is there some other idealistic thing that you feel is being accomplished?

29 December 2006

Post Christmas Ponderings...

I love the time after Christmas and before the start of the new year.

And, I hate the time after Christmas and before the start of the new year.

The time is good in that it provides, for some aspects in life, a bit of respite from the normal grind. A chance to be together with the family, to stay up late and to sleep in in the morning. In theory, it also provides a time where odd jobs can get finished around the house.

The time stinks though in that there has been a social and cultural build up to some "magical" moment the morning of December 25th, that depending on the number of presents under the tree and the quickness of children ripping the festive paper off can be over anywhere from 15 minutes to 45 minutes (if they are forced to open one at a time taking turns). I guess I'll never quite understand why we do the build up, as the peak always means there will be a valley afterwards.

Then sets in the week or so of boredom, of being stuck in the same 4 walls with the rest of the family going stir crazy because the weather outside is dark and gray and just a bit too cold to let the kids work their energy out out there.

This year, we didn't even have any snow. I guess that is nice in some respects, but it certainly doesn't help the doldrums of a series of gray days where the sunlight outside never seems to get brighter than at 8 a.m.

Yesterday, I went in to the office to finish a couple things that couldn't be done until after the Christmas holiday. They needed to occur before the end of the year, even though all the people I owed the deliverables to would not be back in their office until after New Year's Day. After all, financial calenders do not recognize holidays or vacations, particularly when month end and year end closing periods occur the same time as the calender year and one of the US's major holiday week. Funny, I actually enjoyed the quite at the office, so stayed there the rest of the day instead of just the couple hours the tasks should have taken had I been efficient.

The last week of the year can be kind of rough in some respects. The house feels like it is in a constant state of mess until the Christmas decorations are taken down after New Years and furniture can be moved back to where it was before. It takes about a week for new presents like toys and clothes and books and games and movies to eventually migrate to their designated dust collecting location. And, there are so many bowl games these days for college football, that the whole novelty and excitement of watching them on TV is lost. Don't get me wrong, it was great watching BYU play like the BYU I know and love in a bowl game again, but come on, it was before Christmas Day for crying out loud!

Likewise to the realization that the house needs to be ordered physically, the state of affairs within the family needs to be put in order. One has to wonder how bills are going to be paid, assess the state of indebtedness (and the resulting chains of bondage it brings) the family is in financially and have we made progress to eliminating, stayed about the same, or are we one step closer to being in dire straits yet again. And, with that comes the knowledge that tax time is coming. Sure, we'll get a nice refund, but will it be enough to even put a dent in the debt built up since last year's tax refund? Sometimes it would sure be nice to have a basket full of money dumped on our table by friends and loved ones, but I guess you have to be George Bailey and have a guardian angel named Clarence for that to happen, huh?

One tends to reflect on the lack of quality or quantity time that was spent with extended family members, or in some cases worries about the words that some extended family members left unspoken that you know are going to cause them to stew and eventually stoke the fires that further damage closeness in the family.

One wishes for when things were simpler. When Christmas cards and greetings came by the mailbox full. When Mom decked the halls in festive trappings and played Christmas albums on the stereo's turntable and baked special goodies. When it was good just to be able to play with new toys until you were excited to go back to school. But, the reality is that each year, the number of cards and letters exponentially diminish (and yes, we're still working on our "Christmas" letter to send out), Mom is no longer around though we try to deck our halls in festive trappings and play Christmas music on the CD player. I tried to imitate some of Mom's baked goods this year, but gave up after one batch on Christmas Eve... the dough broke the hand mixer! And I really have to hand it to Dad... all those years of just getting socks, ties, and Old Spice aftershave for Christmas... not a toy to play with, and yet he was always happy. The toys I bought for the kids to give me just didn't seem to fill my need for fulfillment (I don't wear cologne, am very picky about my ties, and my socks always end up in my oldest son's drawer anyway).

Every year, we say we're going to change what we do for Christmas... spend less, do more for others, and focus on what is more important to remember. And every year, we realize we have not done so. I don't know. Maybe after getting worn out early on in the Christmas Season (say like by the time the first weekend of December is over), we just don't care anymore. Maybe it is because work schedules become so tight that we don't have time to think or plan effectively, let alone carry out any plans. This year, maybe it was a combination of those two and the fact we had to make ready for two seperate events wtih the family... one for each side of the extended family, both the last week before Christmas. That effectively took 4 or 5 days out of our ability to do anything else.

But, there are the good things too that come after Christmas! I can be truely grateful for the gift of The Son, that even though in the latter part of the season's hustle and bustle, He kind of does get swept to the side, I have a certain level of testimony and knowledge of His existence, and that all the things that are bad in this life are only temporary, and that through Him we can be forgiven when we repent, and that even when the post Christmas festivity blahs set in, I won't hit rock bottom because of this knowledge (and boy does it pain me to think that there are so many people out there that don't have this understanding and for them this time of year really does stink worse than the most putrid of rotten eggs).

This year, I kept the beard I started growing in early October for the Christmas play at Church until after Christmas. It was fun to see the initial confused look from the two year old as I was cleaning my face of it, and even funnier to see her try to imitate me as she watched me clip it and shave the stubble. Yes, she needed several dabs of aftershave balm to be like Daddy too. And then there was the giggles when I'd rub my cheeks up against her cheeks and there was no more scratchy whiskers or beard... Oh, lest I forget, the giggles were from the Mrs. and not the two year old. The two year old still prefers giving Mommy kisses over me... And the Mrs. giggles pretty good when I rub my clean shaven cheeks up against hers now too!

20 November 2006

Go Bucks! Just one more game to go...

In case any of you missed it, in college football on Saturday 11/18/06, the Buckeyes of The Ohio State University beat the Wolverines of the University of Michigan 42-39 in Columbus. What else can be said if you missed The Game? Go buy the replay at iTunes and watch it, and if afterwards you don't understand how the biggest and best rivalry in college football is Ohio State vs. U of M, then there really is no hope for you of ever being worthy of wearing the scarlet and gray! ;)

The #1 team beat the #2 team in the nation. Both teams came in to the game with undefeated seasons, last game of the season (besides bowl games), and with not only the Big 10 championship on the line, but the national title on the line.

It was a great game that will go down as one of the best in the series. Hard fought, and for the most part cleanly played on both sides. The officials made a couple mistakes, missed a few calls that should have been made, but for the most part were pretty impartial.

So, for all you Wolverine fans out there, well played, but in the end... HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!

And, for the BCS... HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! as well... What are you going to do now as far as a national championship goes? A rematch of The Buckeyes and Wolverines? What is a rematch game in close to 50 days going to mean in comparison to this one? Say a rematch occurs and Michigan beats Ohio State? Michigan gets the National Championship, or Ohio State and Michigan share it?

So, the alternatives are The Buckeyes vs. #3 USC (who had a tough time against then #17 Cal and still has to play rivals #6 Notre Dame and UCLA) or #4 Florida (who beat a nobody of WNC 62-0 and have yet to play instate rival Florida State) or #5 Arkansas (who struggled against a 3 win team on Saturday and still has to #9 LSU) or #6 Notre Dame (who still has to play rival #3 USC).

Or, they can go back to what the BCS was created to prevent... having a school from a less prestigious conference like #12 Boise State of the WAC have a shot at the National Championship for being the only other team with an undefeated season in Division 1-A (Hey, can't be having any of them BYU like teams upstaging the big money teams of the Big 10, Big 8 Pac 10, SEC, ACC, and Big East ever again now, can we... How many of you remember the anger certain coaches and teams leveled at BYU back in 1984?).

The Game played and won by The Buckeyes on Saturday just past is not only a papercut to all those poor folks who choose to dress in maize and blue, but also to the whole BCS concept. GO BUCKS!

05 November 2006

Did You Miss the Whole Point?

I wanted to think on this blog entry for a bit before writing and posting it. Seems certain folks (mostly certain extended family members whom we love) consider most of my earlier postings a bit verbose (amongst other things). Of course my response is ‘Did you read the very first posting or the subtitle to the blog’s title?’ Hey, if I want to be verbose, then that is my right, nay my duty, to do so as the center of my own little universe here, and if you don’t like it, then PLLBBBBBBTTPPP (virtual raspberry) to you! ;)

For the sake of brevity, this posting will be short, or at least shorter. Otherwise, I’m sure you all will miss the point. Just like the so-called AP Movie Writer, David Germain, with his review this past week of “The Santa Clause: The Escape Clause”. Reading his review again after seeing the movie, I asked myself, did you even see the movie? Did you go into the movie with an objective manner, or did you have a chip on your shoulder for being assigned to go review a family movie. It seems he merely tolerated the first two Santa Clause movies.

I don’t know what this reviewer’s problem is, or for that matter, the bulk of the reviewers that had reviews linked or posted to that wondrous site Rottentomatoes. Actually, I think I do know what the problem is, and though I’m not some self-important, self declared modern-day bourgeois bohemian, I think it is important to provide a fair counter to that grossly unfair review.

The Mrs. and I went to see the movie Friday evening for the first parents-only date night in a long while. I had read the review earlier in the day, and so naturally had a skeptical attitude going into the movie after spending the $17 for two adult tickets and some $14 on popcorn and drinks. I hate the highway robbery that theatre chains charge for the privilege of seeing a movie in their messy theatres… and to take your whole family these days nearly requires a second or third mortgage loan. So, that coupled with the bad review read earlier, I was feeling like this movie has to really deliver to be worth the expense.

And in my mind, deliver it did. But, the third movie takes a different approach than the previous two movies in Tim Allen’s Santa Clause story. The previous two movies take a nostalgic look at various myths and aspects surrounding Santa Claus. In other words, it is an adult viewpoint that is shown basically remembering the magic of the Santa Claus aspects of Christmas as a child. “Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause” looks at the problems and stresses of the adult world and then puts them back into perspective through the simplicity of a child’s world and viewpoint.

The movie is a nice, delightful tale. It is not an Oscar winning performance, but I don’t think it was made to be one though. The people who are giving it lousy reviews need to take a reality check. The acting and story line are well balanced between the various actors and actresses who take part. The regulars (all of whom contribute to the story) that return include Tim Allen as Scott Calvin / Santa Claus, Elizabeth Mitchell as Carol Calvin / Mrs. Claus, Judge Reinhold as Neil Miller, Wendy Crewson as Laura Miller, Curtis Breslin as Curtis, and Liliana Mumy as Lucy Miller. Eric Lloyd is there again as Charlie Calvin, but his role is insignificant and could have been done away with (much as the part of Bernard the Elf from the earlier two was). Newcomers include Martin Short as Jack Frost, and Alan Arkin and Ann-Margret as Carol’s parents. Plus, all the folks on the Council of Legendary Figures are present again in their minor roles. With all these actors and actresses, many of separate fame and reputation, they did a good job in their respective roles and played off each other effectively. The only concern I had was Ann- Margret seemed to be “condescending and enduring” her part for much of the film.

But, it was nice to see everyone taking part in a film that was clearly fun to do and be part of, as well as one that no one would have to be ashamed of saying they were part of due to it being a bad influence on families or children or adults. I venture to say that if some of the lens filtering effects and musical scoring were toned down in "The Santa Clause" and "The Santa Clause 2: The Mrs. Clause", the effect would be the same as what is seen in "The Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause". Again, simplicity here actually seems to be a key element of this movie.

I won’t share with you the plot or anything like that. There are plenty of spoilers out there. And that is part of the problem with so many reviewers out there... they seem to think they need to tell you what happens in the movie (flavored with their own prejudice of course). I would rather you go see it for yourself before you make a pre-judgment on the movie. Is it worth the price of tickets? I don’t know. I’m probably not the one to ask on that, because as I said, I have a problem with the price of tickets and concessions for any movie in the theatre. Will it be worth the investment of the DVD when it comes out? Sure. I guess I am advocating you go see it in the theatre then. If nothing more, to show that decent, family oriented films still do draw in the box office. The last thing we need is for that paragon of virtue, Hollywood, to stop making any films that are family friendly.

Perhaps individuals like Mr. Germaine are spoiled by the fantastic worlds of the big fantasy franchises like Lord of The Rings and Harry Potter and all the R rated stuff created as eye candy for grown-ups who want some reality escape. So, I ask again, did you miss the whole point? Or are you too wrapped up in the sophistication of the world to realize that often the answers to seemingly difficult things really do lie in doing simple things?

15 October 2006

A Columbus Day Treat

I would truly be ungrateful if I didn’t share with you how just this past week on Columbus Day I found we have such wonderfully civic minded people in our subdivision. If only they could know how it makes me sleep securely at night to know they take seriously their duty as citizens. I don’t know what I would do without their being there to make sure the grass in my lawn, as well as the grass in other neighbors’ lawns, does not exceed eight inches in length.

I know, it is a tough job, and no one wants to do it. So, we’re ever so grateful that you are sacrificing your time and energy to come measure the length of grass in so many of your neighbor’s lawns and then assuming the expense of calling city hall. We know it has been an especially hard thing to do lately, considering all the rain we’ve been having.

It is wonderful having neighbors as thoughtful and caring as you, and whoever you are, please know that we just wouldn’t know when it is time to cut our lawns if it wasn’t for your silent caring to ask city hall to send out an ordinance inspector to bring all our attentions to a reminder of our civic obligations…

Robert Frost wrote a poem called Mending Wall. He and his neighbor went through an annual activity of rebuilding a stonewall that marked the boundary between Frost’s orchard and the neighbors pine grove. Parts of the wall would be knocked down by winter’s frost heaving or by inconsiderate hunters. Frost first starts out inwardly thinking how silly the whole thing is, since the wall was originally intended on keeping things in or out, like livestock, but that there is no longer that need. But the action, while seemingly only symbolic, was well understood by the neighbor in the neighbor’s words of “Good fences make good neighbors.”

Every municipality has some rather stupid laws on the books that are known as “Good Neighbor” laws. They are typically anything but “good neighbor” laws, as they do not encourage neighborly interaction, but anonymous complaint about things others don’t like in others who live nearby. No, we’re not talking things like nuisances. The definition of a nuisance is something that starts on one property and spreads or moves to another contingent property. Nuisances are things like uncontrolled animals, weeds, smells, noise, and trash. “Good neighbor” law items have more to do with aesthetics, and are more or less there to allow a complainer to force someone else to make their property more appealing to the eye. Therefore, things as trivial as a lawn’s grass length are codified into city law. And depending on how snobby a city is, that code can be pretty silly.

And the best thing about all this is the complainer doesn’t have to do any interaction with the neighbors they are complaining about, and due to privacy concerns, the city will not inform “violators” of the code who the source of the complaint is. I mean, the last thing they want is for neighbors to be unfriendly and do things in retaliation, right? So, there you have it. So called “Good Neighbor” laws. They end up wasting tax payer money by having to pay an ordinance inspector to go out and investigate, using city vehicles no less, and then again they have to go out again to see that compliance was met.

In our case, it was quite interesting. We had a short period where patches of our lawn likely exceeded the ordinance level of 8 inches. And we had a valid reason. Rain. And more rain. And then in between the rain and more rain, some rain. And the windows in between the rain and more rain and some rain were not sufficient to match when we could get out and run the lawn mower over the lawn. But, the lawn was well under the maximum allowable length when the city inspector measured it. Did the concerned neighbor bother to ask us (or the other individual home owners they complained about) if there was anything they could do to help? Did they know or bother to find out that for religious reasons we do not do yard work on Sundays? Did they bother to find out that our lawn care company had given us instructions to purposely let our lawn grow longer all season as part of the program to eradicate weeds and improve the density and overall health of our lawn? You guessed it… nope.

I wonder, was it simply a case of they didn’t like to see taller grass than their bi-weekly “professionally” manicured showcase lawn?

Or was it a case that the homeowners association president and board members had nothing better to do now that they were finished wasting the money collected in annual subdivision dues (which is really a tax that was never approved by a ballot referendum but each property owner nevertheless has to pay annually in addition to property taxes or else the homeowners association will place a lien on your property before it can be sold) on “redeveloping” the main entrance to the subdivision with new landscaping and lighting? Hey homeowners association Nazis, did it occur to you that maybe the wonderful lighting engineering you purchased is now a nightly nuisance to us? Yeah, the light source that is just ever so slightly angled wrong is a good 25 yards or so away, but did you realize it shines on our home every night now with sufficient intensity to require we keep blinds closed? It shines on one side of our house almost as if it were one of our Christmas decoration floodlights. But, since you don’t live up here by your masterpiece of a “look at our wonderful subdivision” monument, it is no skin off your nose.

Or was it a case that someone who has had their home on the market for months and months decided that their home must have not been selling because of the laziness of neighbors whose lawns are driving potential buyers away? Well, did it ever occur to you that maybe your house isn’t selling because you are asking far too much for it, or that the housing market is oversaturated with homes on the market in a period where the economy in our area sucks and that there are few buyers? Well, all I can say is enjoy selling your home at less than what you wanted to get for it when it finally does sell, ya bozo.

Or was the city ordinance inspector simply out trying to drum up some revenue for the city on a bank and postal holiday? See, if the property owner doesn’t cut the lawn within 24 hours of being notified, the city will then send out someone to cut the lawn at the property owner’s expense, and the city then bills the property owner a premium rate which includes not only the cost of cutting the lawn but a “service fee” and penalty. So, Mr. City Ordinance Inspector, why did you still give a warning when you yourself clearly stated that the length of our grass (and that of the other neighbors you inspected) was not in excess of the maximum length allowed by code? Why were we still ordered to cut the lawn within 24 hours or face sanction, when we weren’t in violation of code at the time of your inspection? Seems like a perfectly good use of the taxpayer money, particularly when there doesn’t seem to be the money to do simple road repair. Oh, by the way, did you notice the piles of dirt that appear to have been dumped illegally in the empty lot across the main street from our subdivision? And yeah, your telling us that other municipalities have grass length laws where the grass can’t even be as high as ours is now, that while it isn’t breaking the “law” here, it would be there… yeah, that really does make us feel so much better about your visit.

I don’t know. It all seems pretty stupid. It is not like anyone whose lawn was “under report” was intentionally not cutting it. Nor is it like there are any lawns or properties that are eyesores in the subdivision. All I know is that whoever felt the need to call and complain about neighbors’ lawns being taller than typical could benefit from some “good neighbor” refresher coursework themselves.

Part of enforcement of these so-called “Good Neighbor” ordinances and laws should include investigation into if the person complaining did due diligence before filing a complaint. And, failure to have passed the due diligence test would result in a warning for false report, kind of like prank calling 911. It could go something like this. Ring ring. “Hello, city zoning inspector’s office, Ima Twerp speaking. Unhuh. Too long of grass, you say? Yes, that is serious business. We should get on that at once. First, let me get the whole story. I’ll need to ask you a few questions. Do you know the name of the people who live at the addresses you are complaining about? Have you spoken to them about your concern? I see, you don’t know their name, and you haven’t approached them about your concern. Well, it seems we have logged here in our database that you have called several times before about your concerns for various other neighbors, and your answers are very similar to those. I’m sorry, but there is nothing we can do other than to issue you a citation for repeatedly being a jerk and not knowing how to be neighborly yourself.” Click.

The whole thing about “Good Neighbor” laws is that they actually incent individuals to be bad neighbors, in that they don’t go out and walk with their neighbor on a regular basis, rebuilding the wall where the stones have fallen or been torn down. In fact, they certainly do not induce neighborly feelings in those who the anonymous whiners complain about. I have to admit, there were some less than Christ-like things I thought after having the code inspector show up on our doorstep. Things like, ‘Hope you enjoy all the grass clippings from our lawn in your driveway, jerk…’ or ‘May your lawn become diseased after being scalped by your professional lawn care service’s riding mowers… may it become the source of jokes behind your back in the subdivision, and whenever a child walks by your house, may you hear their cry of terror as they try to avoid your lawn’s hideous briars and thistles…’. And let’s not forget the ever popular “Flaming Bag of Poo” response that could be done on Halloween…

Oh well, those feelings kind of subsided by the time I finished cutting the lawn in the dark. I do hope you weren’t disturbed by that noise, as there were several of us in the neighborhood who were out that evening doing the same. That would not have been nice of us to disturb your rest and relaxation after a hard day at the office. But, I was wondering if maybe you’re the type of person who is so neighborly as to let your dog or cat run loose and doesn’t think anything of letting them do their business in our yard. Or maybe you’re the type of person who lets their dweebish loser high school age sons walk across our back yard every morning to get to the bus stop (thus killing the grass where they step when there is frost on it or ruining a pristine scene of snow that would make wonderful photographs with their unwelcome trespassing on our property). Maybe you’re the type who has no problem tossing your cigarette butts and other miscellaneous garbage out the car window to land in our yard. Maybe you’re the type who doesn’t give a second thought to sticking a realtor’s Open House or For Sale sign or Garage Sale sign at the corner of our yard without asking our permission. Maybe you’re the type that comes and parks your big ugly SUV along our yard and doesn’t bother to make sure your passenger side tires aren’t up over the curb in our grass to drop off or pick up your precious angels from school.

Of course, you are probably the same sort of wonderful person I want in my neighborhood that would have no problem whining to the city if we didn’t have the proper sort of landscape architecture to compliment yours, or would get upset because we didn’t water our lawn and the grass dries out too early in the summer, or can’t abide our patio furniture, or feels we are hicks because we don’t replace the cracked and settling slabs of concrete that make up our driveway.

Yes, Robert Frost said it well in his poem, Mending Wall… “Good fences make good neighbors.” Oh, but wait! How silly of me! Our subdivision doesn’t allow fences, so I guess that means you don’t need to trouble yourself in being a good neighbor.

01 October 2006

Geology Field Notes

I guess one of the ideas behind blogging is for people to keep a journal. I don’t know if I like that idea, because ultimately, a blog is an open book in the sense anyone could read it if they find the website. A blog isn’t even really a book. It is a bunch of electrons arranged to form characters on a screen guided by software code. It is transitory, and could be gone just like that. And a journal is not typically an open book, nor it is not meant to be in so tenuous a medium that it could cease to exist by a random keystroke of power loss.

Among many other items of counsel and commandment, we as Latter-day Saints have been counseled to keep a journal for our own benefit and that of our posterity. As with all counsel and commandment given, we are promised blessings for heeding it. If we keep the counsel given to have a year’s supply of food and essential needs, we shall be blessed in times of need, or at the least, are promised that should an emergency or natural or man-made disaster befall us happen, we will not have need to fear. If we strive to hold regular family home evenings, we’re promised that there will be greater harmony and love in the family. If we magnify our callings, we in turn will be magnified. If we study the scriptures, we will gain knowledge and wisdom. If we seek out our kindred dead and live worthy of the temple, we can be the means of bringing salvation to them while keeping our covenants. If we pray, we are promised that we will receive answers to our prayers. If we repent and forgive, we will be forgiven.

I’ll openly admit in this open book of electrons called a blog, I am not good at journaling. In fact, I am horrendous at it. I have a vague concept of what the blessings of keeping a journal could be. In my pursuit to learn and understand who I am, reading from the journals of my late parents and other ancestors has indeed been a boon, as it brings memories of those individuals back to me. It provides a sort of framework that my personal tangential experience can be built upon. It gives a sense of familiarity to the days where life just seems so transitory.

That sense of familiarity is vital in a world where one has what sometimes feels like an exponentially increasing feeling of looking on from the sidelines. I think we all deep down probably recognize this feeling. We all react differently to it though. Some work at becoming the center of attention. Some work at making a name for themselves in their career or in art or in sports or in academia. Some delve into the mundane activities of day-to-day life. Some withdraw into themselves. Some get lost in the many and diverse distractions of our day. All of these are forms of dealing with something a former home teaching companion of mine once described to me.

This home teaching companion had only been a member of the church for a couple years, and hence was an adult convert to the Church as well as the whole concept of there really being a real purpose behind religion. I asked him one day “What is it like, to live day to day without the knowledge of The Gospel?” I indicated to him that I was really curious, because my having grown up in a family that had been members for 4 to 5 generations, I just couldn’t conceive of it. And to this day, I still can’t really. I even have an uncle who has admonished family members on more than one occasion in reference to our individual testimonies ‘How many millions of years have you known this?

In describing where I was coming from to this man, I said I couldn’t fathom what meaningless it would put to life if everything that we know from having a knowledge of the Gospel was nothing more than just nice thoughts… For example what if there never really was a Jesus Christ… For example what if we weren’t really eternal beings and that this life is all there is. What a sense of hopelessness that would bring! Why would there be any reason for anyone to act in any sort of fashion than in their own self-interest, if all one had was to know that at any given moment they could be gone?

His reply was two words. ‘Silent desperation.’ How appropriate.

And here is the beauty in the simplicity of the restored Gospel of Jesus Christ! It is true! We do not just cease to exist! There is a reason for us to behave in a fashion that is moral and ethical other than just to be a nice person! We aren’t just a blip on the universe’s radar screen, mutated products of selective evolution from a lightening strike in a pool of random amino acids and other organic compounds billions of years ago!

We are, metaphorically speaking, students taking a final exam.

I remember the final exam for one of my Geology classes as a Geology major undergrad at BYU many years ago. It had been a long two weeks out in the desert heat of Arizona and Utah. We had seen everything from volcanic cinder cones in central Utah to the remnants of lava dams in the Grand Canyon at a very remote location. We had been buzzed by Air Force jets northwest of The Great Salt Lake and had woken up one morning to a foot of fresh snow on our tents at the top of Little Cottonwood Canyon. The professor had advised us long in advance that we would be having a field final. We stopped on the last day for lunch at a fast food location, and by then we knew for certain that the final was coming after we finished and all loaded back up in the vans. It seemed though we were heading back to Provo, when we pulled off the freeway at some little town named Kanarraville.

I think this was the canyon.

We pulled up to the head of a canyon outside of town, and the professor told us we had something like an hour or an hour and a half, and the final consisted of one task. We were to individually draw a geologic cross section describing what was occurring here. We could use all our field resources and notes we had taken over the past two weeks, but that we were on our own individually. We could go back into the canyon as far as the trail would take us until climbing was necessary.

Well, as time went by, more and more of us students were getting frustrated. We had gone the length of the canyon and easily recognized the formations and strata as part of the upper levels of the formations that make up much of the Grand Staircase. But they weren’t right. They were all mixed up. As time got closer, most of us were on the verge of panic… except a couple who hadn’t gone so far back in the canyon. They didn’t seem so concerned and were taking a leisurely stroll instead of continually crashing through the creek. As I passed them, I asked in frustration if they had figured it out. They grinned and said to go ask the graduate assistants for a hint. They were still up at the canyon’s mouth. There was only about 15 minutes left. I made my way back and expressed my frustration to them, as did several other students. They said, we can’t tell you, but since we gave a hint to those guys, well… and they nodded briefly in a direction not to far from the vans and said “Go look over there.” I did so, and suddenly it all made sense. I ended up being able to draw a cross section that essentially had most of the geology correct.

When time expired, the professor told our group to not worry too much if we hadn’t gotten it. He had brought graduate students from Kansas to this same canyon in years past, and after a week, they still had not gotten it. So, he hadn’t expected any of us undergrads to get it in less than 2 hours. And if we had, well we could pat ourselves on the back. As it turned out, this exam was not what we had feared… a pass fail evaluation for the course, but to see how well we could put things together in a complex system, to see how observant we were of micro things in a macro setting that didn’t seem to fit our preconceived model.

Our purpose is to figure out what is going on in the canyon of life. We each have a limited amount of time before we have to turn in our cross-section for grading. We’re on our own, so to speak, but we are free to and encouraged to use all the resources available to us. We have notes and some inherent wisdom we can utilize in the scriptures and in the Light of Christ. And we have grad students who won’t just nod in the general direction we need to look. The Lord’s prophets and apostles happily and openly point out the clues we need. One big difference is that at the end of this test, we will be ever so sorely sorry if we are not in a position to pat ourselves on the back.

And, for those of us who have received the clues, it is imperative that we pass the clues on to the others who haven’t yet. In this respect, we are able to make some part of this test a group effort, unlike the geology class test in the canyon. We won’t always get it right in the process of taking our test, or in the process of learning and understanding who we are. For that reason, I am grateful that our professor in the Gospel, Jesus Christ, not only allows but also commands us to change, to repent, and to improve our efforts. And this is why I am working on improving my journaling, even if just by blogging right now.

I’ll find some other medium for saving my writings for those who come after me, that they will never have to fear the lack of direction by missing clues I could have given… that not a one of them will be able to accuse me of saying they had to operate in silent desperation. So, maybe a blog being an open book of sorts is not such a bad thing. Many pick and choose what they record in their journals, even to the point of not recording at all. They feel their thoughts and feelings are just for themselves. They are so afraid of their own imperfections and failings, they can’t stand the embarrassment of others knowing anything different about them than the façade they put up. Or, they feel they have nothing of worth to pass on. I firmly hold that The Lord somehow records each individual’s deeds, acts, thoughts, and desires. At some point, everything that has not been reconciled with and through Him and His Atonement will become public domain. So it is in our best interest to live as best we can to follow His Gospel so that we as individuals are as open and true as He is… that we truly reflect the things we have ‘known for how many millions of years.’

We can’t just play Jonah and assume we can ignore the test.

26 August 2006

Don't Tell Me Those Words...

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25 August 2006

Hey You Frequencies On, Sir...

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23 August 2006

Some Dynamics of Groupthink

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19 August 2006

To Hell and back...

Let's see, two weeks ago today, I literally drove my family to Hell... And it was a beautiful day to do so!

In my neck of the woods, there is this little town, called Hell. Hell, Michigan, to be exact. Population is reported to be about 300, not the countless millions many expect thanks to their various religious persuasions... You'll find Hell on a map just a couple miles southwest of the town of Pinckney, which in turn is west of the town of Hamburg. As we were approaching the turn off from US 23, I was hoping to see a road sign that indicated the exit was for Hamburg and Hell, but was disappointed. Hell was not that big of a draw to have a road sign on a US highway. Anyway, my interest in having a photo of a sign pointing to Hamburg and Hell is a different story...

I think the day of our visit was much like the day when it is rumored some German stagecoach travelers got out at a rest stop and, looking at the surroundings and the beauty of the weather, said "So schön und hell!" which means "How beautiful!". And that little rumor is one of the theories as to how the place got it's name. As you are driving along, if you blink, you may miss Hell. From what I've read it consists solely of a little country store (you know, the convenience store thing that most likely 7-11 and every gas station today has replaced), a ice cream / trinket shop, and a motorcycle dealership, a tavern, and a creek. When we visited, I didn't see even that much!

Lots of people travel the distance on the old two lane country highways west of US 23 in Livingston County to take pictures and buy trinkets so they can say they've been to Hell. Yes, it is a novelty and a tourist trap, but nearly everyone who goes there realizes it because it is the tongue-in-cheek humor that makes the trip worth while. We had some fun with it too, taking some pictures in front of signs and sticking heads through halloween monster boards. We contributed a bit to the local economy by buying a couple postcards and other trinkets as "evidence" of our visit.

Our oldest child, who is autistic, was with his caregiver for the day, so he was missing when it came time for the family picture in front of the "Welcome to Hell" sign. As we were leaving the Wendy's in Pinckney and driving back to US 23, I made a couple comments to the other four kids in the van. We had lamented him not being there with us for the "family" portrait, as we thought it would be fun for a family newsletter, but I stated "He is a Celestial candidate already, you know, so why would he be in Hell?" and then later I told them "Okay guys, you can now say you've been to Hell. This is as close as you are actually going to get to the real thing. Understood? From here on out, you guys are to be moving towards the Celestial kingdom."

Of course, for most Buckeyes, any place north of the state line in this state up north is Hell come college football season, so there are literally millions of people who reside in Hell...

21 July 2006

Well, here we are!

If you don't know where you're going, how do you know if you're there?

And where you're at is the beginning of what I've been working on for some time.

This is my world, and you are a guest here. So, please don't behave like a stupid tourist. Do not just assume you have the same right to equality of opinion and expression here you may have elsewhere. Insult the hospitality of the local Mr. Rourke, and you may find Burgermeister Meisterburger revokes your visa.

In other words, since this is my world, I reserve the right to decide whether or not I'll follow the principles of How to Win Friends and Influence People or take a hint from Glenn Beck and decide it's Closed Line Friday. So caveat emptor.

That being said, I really am a nice guy. I must insist that before you make any judgement or comment concerning anything I share here, you take off your shoes, put on mine, and walk in them a mile or so. Put on the clean socks provided before trying to get the shoes to fit... I'll have none of yer nasty old stink or assorted podiatrial biodiversity and fungi pollutin' my shoes. ;)