Monday, April 21, 2008

Brain Vomit (An Introduction)

One of my greatest flaws in my writing style is my transitions-or perhaps my lack thereof. As a student, my writing was only as smooth as WARM SPRINGS at 2CFS (see the yampa river). I remember specifically working on one and it was spotted in one reading. I have a choppy thought pattern. I like to attribute it to my adult on-set, self-diagnosed ADD. Initially, I wanted to name my blog "brain vomit". Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on your view, the title had already been used. Honestly, you're still going to get it-hopefully in a more organized form. (not-likely though). Here's on of my favorite exerpts:
Brain Vomit (part2) 11-29-2007
o. . . this brain vomit is a bit different. so many things have happened in the past few weeks that something needs to be recorded. why? i don't know. actually . . . one compromiso to one sister missionary from Germany would do it. the promise to "remember" may have something to do with it. props to pte eyring. so many things have happened to help me remember my blessings and the power of god. pain medication is a powerful powerful thing. this power can be used for good and bad. it makes mean people. it causes a semi-irresponsible adult to pull a knife to show that he has "power". it makes unstable people even less stable even though in their own sight they have all the power in the world. sweet is the peace the gospel brings. one small blue pill can change the world. "xanax makes me grumpy (says the man with the six inch blade)" "this is the utah valley regional emergency room. the highway patrol asked us to call and tell you that your 12:30 appointment is not going to make it. he took a xanax before driving and there has been an accident." "will you marry me? it's sad to see so many women striving for other things in the world-actually, i just want you to be able to say that you have been proposed to under the marriage tree." "you served a mission-didn't you?" wow. there are so many experiences that so many people should have. so many blessings that are waiting for us. hmmmmmmmmmmm. i need to read and go to bed so that i can be worthy of the blessings that await me. sacrifice brings forth the blessings of heaven. is it worth it? only we can decide. we progress only as far as we want to. iguanadon. soft water in iowa. so many things to learn and so little time. progress now. this is when progression truly happens. with all the love that fills my heart.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

I'd like to think I could . . .

For the past few years of my life, I have been working on a list of goals for my life. Not the "ultra-cool-things-that-I-must-do-before-I-die" type-goals, but the "I-really-could/should-do-these-things-because-they-would-be-good-for-me" type. Here are a few examples:
1) I'd like to think I could eat fish and like it.
2) I'd like to think I could teach school.
3) I'd like to think I could write social commentary.
4) I'd like to think I could develop a political opinion.
5) I'd like to think I could remember German and learn a fourth language.
6) I'd like to think I could drive a bus from Punta Arenas, Chile to Lincoln, NE.
7) I'd like to think that I could sit down and watch a football game, fully understanding the game itself and care about its outcome.
8) I'd like to think that I could be domestic.
9) I'd like to think that I could be a runner.
I suppose this blog is a response to #3. Honestly, I'm not really planning on writing a lot of social commentary. I'd probably do a horrendous job of it. I will admit though that many times in my life, I have had experiences that I just wanted to respond to on paper (ie, swathing, being imprisioned in my own home in Chile, being snowed-in in Cheyenne, etc). This could be a great opportunity (I hope) to get those thoughts out. I had a good friend once tell me that I would be the next Dave Berry. I don't add this comment to suggest that I could ever be nearly as opinionated or as humorous as that . . . I'd probably have to develop some solid opinions first, but I guess I add it as a warning or preface to this blog. I write like I talk. It's not always coherent, but like to think that others could benefit from or enjoy it. Happy reading . . . .