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I Do Not Post

May 7, 2008

Yep, that about sums up the majority of my internet activity. It is not really that I have problem posting, or that I do not think that it is a worthwhile activity, it just seems to me that there are so many more important activities that I am not doing that I should be. I do not keep a journal. I do not always get all my hometeaching done. I rarely ever read the church lessons before Sunday unless I am teaching a class. I do not look up and research graduate schools the way that I should. In the end there are many things that I should be doing, that I do not. I am simply put a procrastinator. So writing blog posts always makes me feel a little guilty because there are so many other more important things that I could and should be doing.

What do I do instead of blogging then?

I read books and play RPGs. Is it not a funny thing that so many of us spend a large portion of our lives feeling guilty because we do unproductive things, and then do even more unproductive things to feel less guilty? Perhaps I simply have an over-developed sense of guilt. Perhaps all you readers have no clue what I am referring to right now. Either was it does not matter too much right now, because I am in fact writing a blog post, and spending the entirety of a blog post entry philosophizing about why one does not write posts is a might futile and rather ironic, eh?

The other day for work I went to a ropes course. When I say a ropes course I mean one of those outdoorsy confidence building courses that act something like a cross between an amusement park and boot camp. An example of the activities was a large swing that raises the individual something like 30 feet off the ground, and then releases the hapless victim into something akin to free fall. However the expected release does not occur until the participant first visualizes a problem in his/her life that must be released. The free fall experience therefor is supposed to represent the release of some unpleasant aspect of ones life. I guess someone might find that analogy to be pleasurable.

Another of the activities was climbing up a tree to achieve a small platform roughly 20 feet above the ground. About five feet away in a horizontal direction from said platform rests a large ring. The purpose of this “ride” is to leap from said platform, grab the ring and then hang from it until the belayer gets bored and asks you to let go so he/she can lower you to the ground via the rope attached to your previously donned safety harness. Should you, upon reaching the platform, decide not to jump, it is the belayer’s duty to insult you and generally make you feel worthless until such a time that you are so sick of the incessant pressure that you decide to finally jump for the ring. And somehow this is supposed to make one feel more confident and better about oneself.

I happily participated in both these activities. I did get the ring (without too much insulting too), and I only screamed a little after I let go of my proverbial problems in exchange for a free fall. I am afraid of heights. I consider this to be a healthy fear, as falling from them tends to result in a brief though intense friction layered collision that is often associated with pain, fractured and broken bodily parts, and even death. Thus one might say that I fear heights the way that one might fear a loaded gun pointed in ones general direction.

That said I did actually have a pleasant time, all things considered. I was glad that I got the ring, and that I did not add to the moisture of the desert after the swing first began its downwards motion.

That is all for now. Until next time when I decide to yet again not write a blog post, adieu.


Not Sorry To See Them Go

March 16, 2008

For those of you who were unaware of the fact, I spent a little less than year as a custodian for Deseret Towers here in Provo. I never identified myself as a custodian, more like a boy that simply happened to be working as a custodian at the time. I got the job because of my brother (who was already working there). My brother had the job because of his wife (who used to work for the lady in charge). All in all the job was pretty good. In spring and summer terms we would clean windows. But in the Fall and Winter semesters we would clean the toilets. Yuck. I cannot say how that affected my opinion of freshmen. My brother would often comment on how he thought that monkeys were probably cleaner.

During the spring and summer terms we would also do “shotgun” cleaning after the EFY students would leave. This was when we would clean every tower from top to bottom after one wave of kinds left and before the next wave arrived. If freshmen were bad, EFY kids were horrible. They would write things like “I am here at EFY to check out all the HOT college boys (or girls).” Ew. Not fun. I think my favorite event was when I was cleaning dressers one time. One of the dressers seemed uncommonly sticky. I attempted to ascertain why and put my nose close to a drawer and was assailed by the sent of urine (all the rooms smelt funny so I did not notice it earlier). It seems that one of the young dears decided to leave a parting gift for the cleaning crew. Awful nice of him, eh?

In short I was happy to get out of the job.

But that brings me to the purpose of this post. They are tearing down those poor buildings. Many Utah residents are starting to get scared at the impending doom of some over late earthquake. As a result BYU is tearing down buildings that are not earthquake proof. Thus the great and spacious buildings are coming down. To celebrate their passing I am including pictures.


After all that work slaving over the windows, it almost hurts to see them broken. Not quite though.

Here you will notice the lack of towers. Of the original seven only one still stands. Kind of sad really. A friend of mine who used to live there almost began crying when they started tearing them down.

Anyway, that is all for now. Until next time, adieu.