One Picture

One terrible picture. All that remains from an epic night at Brighton.

Have you ever...

Have you ever listened to a song for the 5th or 6th time (according to your best estimate) and suddenly you realize there is a part in it that is so shockingly beautiful and perfect that it runs chills down your spine and makes you want to cry, but you don't because there is a girl across the table in the library who would probably think it weird and unsettling? And after that happened have you ever noticed that when you listen to the same song later expecting a similar response it just doesn't happen?

Well, I think it only happens once. So I will now do my best to forget what song it was so it can happen again.

P.S. Taking the elevator from the 1st floor 5th to make a phone call reminds me of taking a submarine to periscope depth.

MuteMath > Las Vegas

On October 13th MuteMath (a band which probably few if any of you know) came to Las Vegas, NV, the closest to Provo, UT they would get on their tour. True to form, Scott, his friend Chris, Ryan and I recklessly intercepted them that night, arriving around 6:00pm and leaving about 11:00pm. I left that experience with two radically different truths:
1. I hate Las Vegas. Three reasons:
- Fake Roman architecture.
- Being offered fliers for strip clubs on every corner.
- Working through drunk crowds.
2. I love MuteMath. Three reasons:
- Real (awesome) music.
- They didn't strip. Or even swear.
- They worked the crowd:


And yes, that is the drummer crowd-surfing on top of his tom drum (and yes, that is video from my phone - no cameras were allowed). I failed to get video of the frontman doing hand stands and back flips over his keyboard. Or the bassist playing an upright bass. Or the drummer playing with three sticks in each hand. Or the psychedelic jam sessions. It was, without a doubt, the awesomest, most triumphant show I have ever seen.

And that includes Radiohead.

Not Cool, Bee-Dude, Not Cool

So I'm sitting here in my apartment calling around to find out tire pricing at different places. Suddenly, as the guy from Big-O answers the phone, I feel a sharp sting on the back of my neck. A freaking hornet stung me! Jerkface!!! What did I do to merit such hatred?! I swiftly administered justice with a shoe while trying to convey my need for 175 65-14R tires. I'm ticked right now! Nobody stings me in my apartment!

When Your Best Just Isn't Good Enough

So! My first experience trying to get a real job (translation: internship) with ExxonMobil has failed. Not even an interview. But that's ok. I learned how to make a sweet looking resume, that job fairs require fancy shoes and pants, and that its good to suck up to recruiters. And that I actually have to get good grades (suck!). Anyways, the rest of the companies are coming next week. And I shall have my pretty shoes ready.

No Trespassing Part II

So! Back in June I was bummed because I found some sweet biking trails close to home only to find a no trespassing sign.
Yeah. Not a problem anymore.

There are plenty of trails. And plenty of ways to come perilously close to death.

Once Upon A Time

Sam and some of his friends went to Moab for the 4th of July. Sam's friends took most of the pictures because they had expensive cameras. Then three months later Sam finally obtained copies of them so that he could show how much fun they had.


Our Friday night campsite. Girls blowing flowers.

Arches National Park. Hence, the arches.

More red rock.

The backs of people.

Our team mascot.

All of us except Marci.