Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Get Hooked On Books!

Any but the one for faces.

Right now facebook has launched a new format of their site, and so help me I want to strangle Mark Zuckerberg because the revamp has clogged the system. Jammed the gears. Thrown a stick in the spokes. Disturbed the balance. Foiled the cogs of the big machine.

I need to know what latino night invites I'm missing out on.
Have I been tagged in any photos from Justin's wedding yet?
Is my inbox ripe with gardening reminders and trashola from The Sugar Rush Kids?

I will never know, because even my mongoose of a computer can't get into my account to tell me. And for this I blame my teachers. Why couldn't you make East of Eden more compelling than Instant Messenger? 

Cynthia Skelton of the Montgomery County Public School System, (whose name I add in here, hoping that ultimately she will google herself and stumble across my humble blog) you are the only teacher I ever had in 12 years of piss-poor indoctrination that ever made a lick of sense to me. Infect the world, love. 

Facebook, you've got me. Hook, line and stinker. I wish it weren't so, but I just can't let you go.
Maybe your crash is the beginning of something great for me. Maybe I'll read Oliver Twist. And maybe I'll just wait until tomorrow morning when you will be fully operational once more. Streamlined and slick as a seal in margarine.

Mark Zuckerberg, I hate you but, You're the best.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Beauty School Drop Out

I went to class yesterday. The Doctrine ampersand Covenants. My teacher looked strikingly like Martin Scorsese for a man that teaches religion to the religiously minded. This wasn't a problem for me. I can learn to listen to a syrupy, slow version of one of cinema's true remaining champions. I was much more squirmy knowing that only 24 hours earlier I had arrived home from a nearly week long visit to this glorious nations westernmost edge. 

His words droned on, providing a gapless background score for my much more enticing thoughts. I wondered if summer was really the best time for college. I wondered about how much money they pay you in the seedy back alleys of the medical community for spinal taps and thigh-skin samples. I wondered where I would be more likely to find myself a suitable cuddle companion. I wondered how many of my friends had opted to give school the slip.

I sat, scarcely making out names like "Sidney Rigdon" and "Brother Brigham", and decided to call on the sage wisdom of a few friends, instead of listening intently. "Give me ONE reason to stay in school. Otherwise I'm gone", said the mass text. I waited, as many of my generation do, in cyber limbo. Waiting for an indecipherable and emphatically ambiguous response from someone. Anyone. 

But in my waiting, a high pitched electric scream slid in under the door. A confused room of eager pupils looked heavenward, as it were, to identify the sound. Fire alarm. Just then, three texts came back informing me to GET OUT. I got my answer. From above? Hard to say. What is true, though, is that this school is too dangerous for the summer. So I slipped on my shades and never looked back.

It's hot outside. Go get weird. That's what I'm up to.

You're the best.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

American Grandma

Today my Mutie hung up on me to vote for David Cook on American Idol. She distractedly held a conversation with me for about five minutes at the end of which she muttered "1-866-idols-01" and quickly filed me away. I have taken a back seat to this impostor Cook. I hope he loses, so I can have my grandma back. Vote Archuleta.

You're the best.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

El Gordo

I love the song "If You Could Read My Mind" by Gordon Lightfoot. I hear the last minute of it on the radio periodically and have never before made an attempt to find out who sings it. I'm not sure it relates to me. I'm not sure it has to. It's catchy. I'll stretch it to make it fit. Maybe I'll let you in on how it applies to me later. 

Other songs that I love too much to be ashamed of loving:

Melissa Manchester - Don't Cry Out Loud

Glen Campbell - Rhinestone Cowboy

Don McLean - Miss American Pie

The Stone Poneys - Different Drum

Vitamin C - The Graduation Song

Billy Joel - Movin' Out

Fallout Boy - Sugar, We're Going Down

Tim McGraw - Something Like That

Dixie Chicks - Travellin' Soldier

Elton John - Daniel

Elvis Presley - In The Ghetto

Goo Goo Dolls - Iris

Good Charlotte - The Motivation Proclamation

Jethro Tull - Thick As A Brick

Joe Cocker - Up Where We Belong

Lil' Troy - Wanna Be A Balla

Limp Bizkit - My Way

Linda Rondstadt - Somewhere Out There

Linkin Park - One Step Closer

Nelly - Luvin' Me

Bone Thugz N' Harmony - Home (feat. Phil Collins)

P.O.D. - Youth Of The Nation

Pink - Just Like A Pill, Don't Let Me Get Me

R.E.M. - E-Bow The Letter

R. Kelly - The Worlds Greatest

Rob Thomas - Lonely No More

Ryan Shupe - Dream Big

The Sounds - Dance With Me

I guess that's it for now. I'd love to hear yours. I'd also love to hear that I'm not alone on some of these. But even if I am, I will sing these loud and proud.

You're the best.


Monday, April 7, 2008

Petition

Now hear this. I'm supposed to do something creative. For a class. I'm supposed to contrive up something the likes of which Brent Strong has never seen.

So, friends, send me your creative thoughts. It has to be something I can produce. Something I can make with my clumsy mitts. He prefers that it not be a paper. So do I frankly.

If you come up with something that I do, I will buy you five candy bars of your choosing. That's a promise.

Ayudame!

You're the best.

Monday, March 31, 2008

This Is The Funniest Blog Ever

Maybe you won't find it as funny as I did. But maybe your sense of humor sucks.

G-Field


Get into it.

You're the best.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Jumpsweets

I don't often take credit, but I'm proud of this one.

The jumpsuits were fully my idea and they were an enormous success. So many people took so many pictures of us. It was the most boss party ever. Peep this.

They said my middle name was "eff". Isn't that something?

I'm truly sorry for gloating, but once in a while I need a little validation. This fit the bill. Now I'm done.

You're the best.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Camptown Races

I must go camping. Please come with me if you feel the same way.

You're the best.

Friday, February 29, 2008

V Is For Victory

K is for KOUTS.

Thank you for voting and making a difference in the life of this child. This is Alex in one of his first, and now gone-by, modeling jobs. He was a poster child for the Red Cross. Which his awesome mother was also the spearhead of. His modeling career, that is. Not the Red Cross.

Thank you again for voting. You will never know how funny my life is because you did so.

You're the best.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Utah Doesn't Suck

Despite popular belief held by those who don't live here, it's pretty great. See Fig. 1a.
That was what it looked like biking home from campus three days ago. I almost wrecked looking at it.

Fig. 1b. is a little more of the same.
Its an inadequate rendering but this was a group of us out on Utah Lake having a bonfire. Mildly nerve-racking, yes, but very very fun. In a 1950's sort of a, "I-don't-feel-like-a-bad-person-the-next-morning" sort of way. Which I'm into. I can't speak for you though. Maybe your into post-party catatonia, vomit and chemical dependency.

Also, I had a sleepover last night with two really good friends. And we wore enormous shirts and ate gummy snacks and watch "Dazed & Confused". It was freaking darling. And we were tired from "Ghost-Ridin' the whip". Or at least I was. I mean, how many of you can say that?

I can't wait for it to thaw out. I'll be posting all the time about this place. This great place.
You're the best.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Do You Also Attach To A Cat And Do Hair?

Man, Asians are funny. I don't care who you are.

Get a load of this cherry from Brianna. Really dwell on some of the lengthier passages and let them resonate in your delicate dome piece.
And if that only whets your appetite for Japanese (primarily) or Chinese language gap mishaps, please go here and simply gorge yourself.
You Orientals... You're the best.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Kouts For President...

of handsome.

His mother tricked him into this. She said there was an "emergency" at home. He drove from UMD and they immediately went to Lord & Taylor where he found he'd been entered into a Modeling Contest. You're vote matters. Please go and do it. For Me. And Alex' mom.

http://www.lordandtaylor.com/directmail/modelsearch_vote.jsp#store4


You're the best.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

An Ordinary Man

Better than Santa Claus. Paul Rusesabagina, the man upon whose experiences the film "Hotel Rwanda" is based, came and spoke at the BYU forum this morning. I was lucky enough to be able to get on the floor, as opposed to the bleachers, and shake hands with him after his address.

The title of this post is the name of the book he wrote, which I guess was not nearly as popular without Don Cheadle , and I assure you, that is an honest assessment of himself. Before you take that comment the wrong way let me add that his plainness of speech and timid manner in relating to the horde that wished to shake his hand was what really drove the whole message of his speech home. Moreover, I was extremely touched by his example as he sang the opening hymn in that very foreign setting, without a hint of guile in his eyes. He was not trying to impress anyone, but he certainly did.

He was most insistent that he was not a hero. He merely said that the situation was unbelievably unfortunate and he had no choice but to rise to the occasion. May I view my struggles the same way. May we all. You're the best. Paul included.

(On an unrelated note, Austin and I have been saying his last name with addict glee. Try it.)

Sunday, January 27, 2008

We Got Another One Playa

This one is dedicated exclusively to people watching in Provo. Set up by Smith and allegedly featuring commentary by a good cross-section of folks. Or maybe just the roommates. Either way, it can't go too far wrong. It's a town full of loons. So I hope you all enjoy this. All six of you.

You(six people)'re the best.


I don't know that those links worked. The sites I tried to put up were these.

DavidSmithsBlog.Blospot.Com - Self Explanatory.

ThisJustHappened.Blogspot.Com - The Newbie. Hit it.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Little Ol' Hypocritical Me

Presently, I am enrolled in American Heritage in the BYU Salt Lake Center to fulfill the requirement with as little effort as possible (And I do mean presently. I am in class right now). The only real strain is getting up here once a week to listen to the ravings and jabberings of an old and pre-senile man that wears winter gloves because he had a surgery which requires his commitment to sterile hands. Right on brother. Maroon is a good color on you.

Enter the carpool. I, despite my relatively comfortable manner in living rooms full of friends, am really quite shy. In an attempt to avoid announcing my desire to save gas to the whole group, I just turned to my right on the first day here and asked the boys that were sharing a headset to watch "Ratatouille" if they would be interested in setting up a carpool. Big mistake.

The one directly to my right was an APX alarm representative. He didn't even have to say it. His smug transparency was a dead give-away. It wasn't the fact that he sat on his ipod touch giggling away just loud enough for people around him to notice him or the fact that tonight he asked everyone in the car to stop talking so he could call the Utah Jazz dancer whose number he managed to procure after a game where some "connection" of his bought him 800 dollar front row seats. Those did bother me, don't get that twisted, but it wasn't the worst. The worst of it was that I found myself jealous of him.

Not the Jazz dancer, necessarily, but the money. I want it in a way I don't like. I want a Burberry suit. I want a Porsche. I want to drop out of school and be an eccentric, brilliant young investor who hob-knobs with, like, the guy who merged Daimler and Chrysler. That appeals to me, sadly.

And as I sat there dreaming of all the things I could do and have if I could just talk myself into putting families in debt like "Johnny" (For real. Fake tan too. Love him.) I tuned back in to what was being said for a second. The boy had begun bad mouthing missionary work. He was sarcastically picking apart the day-to-day struggles of an Elder in the field. It was all the reminder I needed, that I'm really doing a great job at living.

I may make a fortune. I may not. It won't matter. There are greater things I am involved in than multi-level mania. For now I think I will stick to those. That's what I'm good at.

Aaaand...

You're the best.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

There Might Be Blood

This isn't going to become a movie-centric blog, I promise. I have just been waiting for P.T. Anderson's new joint to come out for a really long time and Utah seems to always make it dead last in the Limited Release circuit.

If you have never seen one of his movies I don't think I would recommend going it alone. They are all over the place and typically have something pretty offensive in them that serves a symbol for something else. He has done Boogie Nights, Punch-Drunk Love and my personal favorite, Magnolia. That one is tremendous.

Anyway, I was just feeling frustrated because I'm not terribly intrigued by either the new chipmunks movie or Walk Hard. Call me crazy.

You're the best.

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

AVP: Requiem For A Franchise

We have no cure for cancer, AIDS, or the common cold, yet, The Brothers Strause were able to procure a handsome budget for themselves to put together this milestone. Something is off kilter.

I have seen four movies, in the theater, this break. Before the Devil Knows You're Dead, I'm Not There, Juno and (the cherry on top) Alien V. Predator: Requiem. Of the four, Juno is the only tolerable one although, as a good friend pointed out, it is painfully self-aware. Maybe you view this as a good thing, I'm not sure. Either way, I found it an amusing observation since self-reflection is the hallmark of so many things which are labeled "indie" these days.

Anyway, back to AVP. I can appreciate a film that strives for story over plot more than anyone that I know personally. However, this film scarcely followed a sequence at all. It plays out very much like a first-person-shooter video game, except not as well directed. There are vague details that get you loosely from scene A to scene B but the real point was the gore. Which was also not compelling.

It was shot almost entirely at night which I think the young directors may have tried to pass off as a visual tensor that could add suspense. However, this was the only card they were holding. Beyond the fact that you couldn't see what was coming next (at least with your eyes) there was nothing to make this movie frightening.

There was also an attempt at social commentary which, when it is used well, can be a powerful tool. No such luck with these guys. There was one line that sort of rings in the ears long after it is said as you try to sort through the bad acting commingled with personal opinion and the internal witch hunt for what the writer was possibly thinking when he wrote it. The line is, "But the government doesn't lie to people". It is said with naive certainty by a woman who later dies when the United States Air Force drops a NUCLEAR BOMB on her town for the purposes of "containment". I suppose the writer just picked a place he had never heard of when he was thinking of a secluded location. But I have been to Gunnison, Colorado. Four times. They have a UNIVERSITY there. A stellar choice by the same man who brought you the screenplay for the remake of Shaft. His name is Shane Salerno. He is the Anti-Kaufman.

Excessive pretension aside, I was entertained. I went with my dad and brother-in-law and we laughed about it all the way home. I predict we will laugh about it for a good long time. So it didn't go to The Red Cross but was our money really entirely wasted? Maybe not. And that will have to be good enough, because we can't unsee that horrid film.

You're the best.

If you are interested in my assessment of any of the other movies, just ask.
Also, I have a bad looking new haircut due to a reckless barber(ian) and I have put on an obnoxious amount of weight in this town in an attempt to stave off boredom. Cheers team.