I"m listenning to flogging Molly right now and am loving it. I have the weirdest taste in music. But it's a song I haven't heard before, and it's great. As they usually are. I wonder where they came up with the name Flogging Molly. As it turns out, according to wikipedia, they're influenced by Johnny Cash another one of my random music loves. You guys know the Killer's song Mr. Brightside? I hate that song. Just saying.
Geoff Bulson is pry the funniest person I've ever met. We became friends quite randomly. He was my Elder's Quorum President when I got home but we hadn't really talked at all. Then after a frisbee night this summer I was looking for somebody to go to Menchies with me so I could get a girl's phone number. I believe we were both covered in mud, and pretty trashed from the intense sports of that evening, but let's be real. She was excited when I asked (as they would all be). Ever since then me and Geoff have been friends. I think it was my recomendation of the German Chocolate with rasberries that endeared me to him.
Matt J. is in a contest to win a new boat. He has to stand there in a wake board holding a tow rope until everyone else gives up. They go for 3 hours then get a half hour break, and it's expected to go 3 days. Tomorrow I'm going to go up and spend the day being his "assistant." I have no idea what that entails. How random though. So that's what I'll be up to tomorrow. Then work tomorrow night.
Now I'm gonna go to sleep and listen to All These Things That I've done.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief
Because I try to listen to church music on my way to work, today I had the Tabernacle Choir's Praise to the Man CD in my car. I can understand why Joseph Smith loved this song so much.
A poor, wayfaring Man of grief
Hath often crossed me on my way,
Who sued so humbly for relief
That I could never answer nay.
I had not pow’r to ask his name,
Whereto he went, or whence he came;
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love; I knew not why.
Once, when my scanty meal was spread,
He entered; not a word he spake,
Just perishing for want of bread.
I gave him all; he blessed it, brake,
And ate, but gave me part again.
Mine was an angel’s portion then,
For while I fed with eager haste,
The crust was manna to my taste.
In pris’n I saw him next, condemned
To meet a traitor’s doom at morn.
The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,
And honored him ’mid shame and scorn.
My friendship’s utmost zeal to try,
He asked if I for him would die.
The flesh was weak; my blood ran chill,
But my free spirit cried, “I will!”
Then in a moment to my view
The stranger started from disguise.
The tokens in his hands I knew;
The Savior stood before mine eyes.
He spake, and my poor name he named,
“Of me thou hast not been ashamed.
These deeds shall thy memorial be;
Fear not, thou didst them unto me.”
A poor, wayfaring Man of grief
Hath often crossed me on my way,
Who sued so humbly for relief
That I could never answer nay.
I had not pow’r to ask his name,
Whereto he went, or whence he came;
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love; I knew not why.
Once, when my scanty meal was spread,
He entered; not a word he spake,
Just perishing for want of bread.
I gave him all; he blessed it, brake,
And ate, but gave me part again.
Mine was an angel’s portion then,
For while I fed with eager haste,
The crust was manna to my taste.
In pris’n I saw him next, condemned
To meet a traitor’s doom at morn.
The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,
And honored him ’mid shame and scorn.
My friendship’s utmost zeal to try,
He asked if I for him would die.
The flesh was weak; my blood ran chill,
But my free spirit cried, “I will!”
Then in a moment to my view
The stranger started from disguise.
The tokens in his hands I knew;
The Savior stood before mine eyes.
He spake, and my poor name he named,
“Of me thou hast not been ashamed.
These deeds shall thy memorial be;
Fear not, thou didst them unto me.”
Heber C. Kimball
"I am perfectly satisfied that my Father and my God is a cheerful, pleasant, lively, and good-natured Being. Why? Because I am cheerful, pleasant, lively, and good-natured when I have His Spirit. That is one reason why I know; and another is--the Lord said, through Joseph Smith, 'I delight in a glad heart and a cheerful countenance.' That arises from the perfection of His attributes; He is a jovial, lively person."
Blog.
This is just a hodgepodge of random thoughts I've had lately.
Currently I'm listenning to the soundtrack to the Social netowrk. For those who haven't seen that movie you should. Just get rid of any pre-conceived notions you have about what you think it might be and go. There was way more substance in it then you'd think, and the acting was incredible. Jesse Eisenberg definately deserves the Oscar for that (Those are this week aren't they?). And it or the King Speech (another incredible movie you should all see) should win the best picture. Both any other year pry would win it.
I've recently made a new friend named Devin. How weird. I've never had the problem before of people having to establish what Devin they're talking about. It's pretty stressful. He's pretty cool though.
Being the terribly witty guy that I am, I've noticed that the more tired I get, the more witty I am. At least I think I am. That may just be me not thinking straight. I do my best thinking at night.
I was watching Mr. Rogers the other day. Not like I turned it on and sat there through an episode. Remember, my mom has a daycare. So it was on. anyway, How cool is that guy? I wish I had sneakers like his and I could socially get away with calling the sneakers.
Super Bowl in a couple weeks. Like I've said, I generally don't care about football too much, but like we all should, I hate Pittsburg. So let's go Green Bay!
Currently I'm listenning to the soundtrack to the Social netowrk. For those who haven't seen that movie you should. Just get rid of any pre-conceived notions you have about what you think it might be and go. There was way more substance in it then you'd think, and the acting was incredible. Jesse Eisenberg definately deserves the Oscar for that (Those are this week aren't they?). And it or the King Speech (another incredible movie you should all see) should win the best picture. Both any other year pry would win it.
I've recently made a new friend named Devin. How weird. I've never had the problem before of people having to establish what Devin they're talking about. It's pretty stressful. He's pretty cool though.
Being the terribly witty guy that I am, I've noticed that the more tired I get, the more witty I am. At least I think I am. That may just be me not thinking straight. I do my best thinking at night.
I was watching Mr. Rogers the other day. Not like I turned it on and sat there through an episode. Remember, my mom has a daycare. So it was on. anyway, How cool is that guy? I wish I had sneakers like his and I could socially get away with calling the sneakers.
Super Bowl in a couple weeks. Like I've said, I generally don't care about football too much, but like we all should, I hate Pittsburg. So let's go Green Bay!
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Reading drudge
Forget whatever feelings you may have about politics and let's all just admit one thing. Mitt Romney is one handsome man.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Elder Ballard
"We live in an era when the boundaries of good taste and public decency are being pushed to the point where there are no boundaries at all. The commandments of God have taken a beating in the vacillating marketplace of ideas that absolutely rejects the notion of right and wrong. Certain factions of society seem generally mistrustful of anyone who chooses to live according to religious belief."
Reagan
"Someone once said that the difference between an American and any other kind of person is that an American lives in anticipation of the future because he know it will be a great place. Other people fear the future as just a repetition of past failures. There's a lot of truth in that. If there is one thing we are sure of it is that history need not be relived; that nothing is impossible, and that man is capable of improving his circumstances beyond what we are told is fact."
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Reading
I haven't blogged for almost a week and don't really have much time now. Football was a huge letdown this weekend. The only thing worst then the Steelers winning is the Seahawks losing. Both of which happened. I'm not that into football but it's a huge letdown when I do get into it and the teams I'm watching and want to win lose.
I've been reading a lot lately...I'd say a bit more then usual. I just started Karl Rove's book, which is actually somewhat entertaining to read. He lived in Salt Lake for a time as a teenager and was apparently pretty nerdy (shocking... for those who even know whom I'm talking about). But it was there that he got his interest in Politics. Cool.
"He took me aside and in his prim, proper manner told me that if I wanted an A, I had to get involved in a political campaign. At the time, I was a little over five feet tall, had glasses with thick frames, wore hush puppies, and carried a briefcase. A's mattered a lot to me"
The other one I'm reading mostly for entertainment is the J. Golden Kimball Stories but Eric Eliason. Since I'm planning on majoring in English and he's actually an English Professor, I think I'll try to take a class from him. Anywho, I just thought it would be a random book of stories but it's actually a biography and just look deep into Elder Kimball and is quite a deep read in addition to being funny. It's really interesting to read how the author thinks about him and how important Elder Kimball was to church history and such.
"There is no hint in the humor surrounding him of the handwringing or condescension that sometimes accompanies doubting about, or anger toward , religion. If such humor were to appear in the oral tradition it would be counter to his personality. J. Golden Kimball served for forty-six years as a General Authority, giving thousands of sermons and visiting nearly every latter Day Saint settlement in the Intermountain West. To the end of his days, and despite severe life trials and failing health, his faith gave him comfort and direction that he attempted to impart to others."
Good books and both definately worth the read. Goodnight
I've been reading a lot lately...I'd say a bit more then usual. I just started Karl Rove's book, which is actually somewhat entertaining to read. He lived in Salt Lake for a time as a teenager and was apparently pretty nerdy (shocking... for those who even know whom I'm talking about). But it was there that he got his interest in Politics. Cool.
"He took me aside and in his prim, proper manner told me that if I wanted an A, I had to get involved in a political campaign. At the time, I was a little over five feet tall, had glasses with thick frames, wore hush puppies, and carried a briefcase. A's mattered a lot to me"
The other one I'm reading mostly for entertainment is the J. Golden Kimball Stories but Eric Eliason. Since I'm planning on majoring in English and he's actually an English Professor, I think I'll try to take a class from him. Anywho, I just thought it would be a random book of stories but it's actually a biography and just look deep into Elder Kimball and is quite a deep read in addition to being funny. It's really interesting to read how the author thinks about him and how important Elder Kimball was to church history and such.
"There is no hint in the humor surrounding him of the handwringing or condescension that sometimes accompanies doubting about, or anger toward , religion. If such humor were to appear in the oral tradition it would be counter to his personality. J. Golden Kimball served for forty-six years as a General Authority, giving thousands of sermons and visiting nearly every latter Day Saint settlement in the Intermountain West. To the end of his days, and despite severe life trials and failing health, his faith gave him comfort and direction that he attempted to impart to others."
Good books and both definately worth the read. Goodnight
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Sunday Nights
Since, as a general rule, I work nights and Mondays, Sunday nights are the only ones during the week that I should go to bed earlier. I have to get up at like 430 to be in Bellevue at the Temple by 6 or so. Ironically, Sunday nights are also the ONLY nights I'm never tired and have trouble going to sleep. Funny how that works out. It's a combination of a few factors I think. 1. is that I would generally sleep in on Sundays. The Single's ward used to start at 1. But now that it starts at 9 one would think that I'd be plenty tired come Sunday night. False. Cause now I stay up late Saturday night and take a nap Sunday all day. 2. When I lay in bed I stress about having to get up early and end up laying awake for a long time. So tomorrow I'll roll out of bed, muster uip the strength and drive up to Bellevue before rush hour traffic beats me. I hope Phil comes in. Phil's the guy I usually work with and he's awesome. Last week he was passing a kidney stone or something. I think I'll maybe blog about Phil sometime.
I'm currently reading another book. It's short and titled "one in thine hand." it's actually not strictly LDS based though written by an LDS author. Pretty interesting novel about people in Israel in the lead up (and I assume will include) to the Yom Kippur War. I'm just hoping is has some Israel kicking some trash like they do best. Anywho, I'm pretty tired and have like 4 chat conversations taking place on Facebook ("weeeell, look who's Mr. Popular!") I should give more focus to.
I'm currently reading another book. It's short and titled "one in thine hand." it's actually not strictly LDS based though written by an LDS author. Pretty interesting novel about people in Israel in the lead up (and I assume will include) to the Yom Kippur War. I'm just hoping is has some Israel kicking some trash like they do best. Anywho, I'm pretty tired and have like 4 chat conversations taking place on Facebook ("weeeell, look who's Mr. Popular!") I should give more focus to.
Friday, January 7, 2011
President Uchtdorf
"We are servants of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. We are not given the priesthood so that we can take our bows and bask in praise. We are here to roll up our sleeves and go to work. We are enlisted in no ordinary task. We are called to prepare the world for the coming of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. We seek not our own honor but give praise and glory to God...
I once owned a pen that I loved to use during my career as an airline captain. By simply turning the shaft, I could choose one of four colors. The pen did not complain when I wanted to use red ink instead of blue. It did not say to me, “I would rather not write after 10:00 p.m., in heavy fog, or at high altitudes.” The pen did not say, “Use me only for important documents, not for the daily mundane tasks.” With greatest reliability it performed every task I needed, no matter how important or insignificant. It was always ready to serve.
In a similar way we are tools in the hands of God. When our heart is in the right place, we do not complain that our assigned task is unworthy of our abilities. We gladly serve wherever we are asked. When we do this, the Lord can use us in ways beyond our understanding to accomplish His work."
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Blogging again
It's been a while since I posted anything. I haven't really had much to talk about. Anywho, I just posted the most hilarious Office moment in my mind on Facebook. So, since you're all my fb friends you should go check it out.
Anywho, I hope the rest of you had fun on New Year's eve. I sure did. Ian was talking the other day about how I have such weird taste in Music. I think that may be true. What I've been listenning to the last few minutes is evidence of such. I was listenning to Hallelujah sang by Kate Voegele, and then I was listenning to Tik Tok by Ke$ha (it actually had the dollar sign in her name... how weird). Now I'm listenning to the theme/soundtrack from the new Star Trek... I don't even really like this one, but I just got curious and looked it up.. weird, yeah? I really want to see King's Speech. It's about King George and looks pretty sweet.
I talked to one of my mission companoins last night. Pry my favorite one actually. He's getting married in March. What sets him apart is, while I really did always enjoy my mission, I really started loving being a missionary while we were together. Spencer Wong is Chinese (well he was born and raised in West Valley, but his parents are from Hong Kong) which led to so many funny conversations in the south... Asians are kind of a novelty down there. One time after a district meeting I wanted to go visit an older couple I'd been close to in my old area. The most awesome old couple. But I don't think they'd ever met an Asian person in their life. I'm not even exagerating. She asked him where he was from (I think more accurately it was "you're not from around here, are you?"). She refused to take Utah as an answer ("you don't look like you're from Utah"). After finally having his ancestry explained she insisted his mother make really good chinese food (he tried explaining to this sister that his mom didn't cook). Then insisted on giving us money to go to a chinese restaraunt so he would feel right at home.
Another reason I loved working with him. I was his last companion but right up to the end we worked hard and he stayed completely focused. I mean like to the day. It wasn't like "I'm making a point for show" or anything. We just kept going. The last week together was the same as the first week with him. It affected me so much that I wanted to do my best so as not let him down. I was never so sad to have a transfer and see a companion leave. Even at the end of my mission, I wanted to make sure I finished like I'd seen Elder Wong finish.
He was pry the best missionary in the field although he would have never acted like it. He was absolutely without guile, or pride and had completely pure desires to just do missionary work and serve the Lord. So I knew I could always trust trust him completely. He was always reliable, dependable, predictable (yes I did just use all 3 of those and there is a difference), and loyal. I was grateful for everything I learned just working with him. Which was more then any other time during the 2 years.
Even though (especially comparatively) I was complete mediocrity he never once made me feel unequal in the companioinship. In fact, I don't ever remember not feeling completely unified with him. Our personalities may have been quite different but there wasn't any clash. There was never any arguments. I don't ever remember him being in a bad mood, or even being upset by anything. Perhaps it happened. I don't think so though.
Anywho, I hadn't planned on blogging about Elder Wong, but oh well. He's a great guy, and I'm glad we're still and will be friends. And I'm really happy for him, and his future wife. They're great and will be great together.
Anywho, I hope the rest of you had fun on New Year's eve. I sure did. Ian was talking the other day about how I have such weird taste in Music. I think that may be true. What I've been listenning to the last few minutes is evidence of such. I was listenning to Hallelujah sang by Kate Voegele, and then I was listenning to Tik Tok by Ke$ha (it actually had the dollar sign in her name... how weird). Now I'm listenning to the theme/soundtrack from the new Star Trek... I don't even really like this one, but I just got curious and looked it up.. weird, yeah? I really want to see King's Speech. It's about King George and looks pretty sweet.
I talked to one of my mission companoins last night. Pry my favorite one actually. He's getting married in March. What sets him apart is, while I really did always enjoy my mission, I really started loving being a missionary while we were together. Spencer Wong is Chinese (well he was born and raised in West Valley, but his parents are from Hong Kong) which led to so many funny conversations in the south... Asians are kind of a novelty down there. One time after a district meeting I wanted to go visit an older couple I'd been close to in my old area. The most awesome old couple. But I don't think they'd ever met an Asian person in their life. I'm not even exagerating. She asked him where he was from (I think more accurately it was "you're not from around here, are you?"). She refused to take Utah as an answer ("you don't look like you're from Utah"). After finally having his ancestry explained she insisted his mother make really good chinese food (he tried explaining to this sister that his mom didn't cook). Then insisted on giving us money to go to a chinese restaraunt so he would feel right at home.
Another reason I loved working with him. I was his last companion but right up to the end we worked hard and he stayed completely focused. I mean like to the day. It wasn't like "I'm making a point for show" or anything. We just kept going. The last week together was the same as the first week with him. It affected me so much that I wanted to do my best so as not let him down. I was never so sad to have a transfer and see a companion leave. Even at the end of my mission, I wanted to make sure I finished like I'd seen Elder Wong finish.
He was pry the best missionary in the field although he would have never acted like it. He was absolutely without guile, or pride and had completely pure desires to just do missionary work and serve the Lord. So I knew I could always trust trust him completely. He was always reliable, dependable, predictable (yes I did just use all 3 of those and there is a difference), and loyal. I was grateful for everything I learned just working with him. Which was more then any other time during the 2 years.
Even though (especially comparatively) I was complete mediocrity he never once made me feel unequal in the companioinship. In fact, I don't ever remember not feeling completely unified with him. Our personalities may have been quite different but there wasn't any clash. There was never any arguments. I don't ever remember him being in a bad mood, or even being upset by anything. Perhaps it happened. I don't think so though.
Anywho, I hadn't planned on blogging about Elder Wong, but oh well. He's a great guy, and I'm glad we're still and will be friends. And I'm really happy for him, and his future wife. They're great and will be great together.
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