Sunday, March 2, 2014

Day Two





Today I had a conversation via scriptures. It was cool, we just sent scriptures back and forth . Conversations through irregular means like scriptures, books, songs, etc is always interesting.  You have to be creative to make a point and to make it make sense in the conversation. And it tests your knowledge of whatever you're talking though, especially for something like scriptures. I could have taken a picture of my normal scriptures but, why do that when I could just use this random stock image right?

Saturday, March 1, 2014

100 Days of Happiness

So I saw a thing on Facebook the other day where is was like, "Are you cool? Come up with 1 thing that makes you happy for 100 days." And I decided, "Hey, I'm pretty spiffy. And I haven't randomly done one of these things since the countdown to my high school graduations, so why not.?" So here we are, why not. It'll give me something to post about on the poor neglected Jean Grey here. And so with that I give you...

Day One.

Today I made a list of 100 works of literature that I have read and enjoyed. Aaron said that he didn't know any good literature so I told him I'd give him 100 to read in the next three years. I forgot to take a picture of it before I gave it away so I don't have that to offer and I don't remember exactly what was on it either, bummer. But is was fun to come up with. This is a picture I took my senior year of high school as part of a line study in my photography class. Some of the books in the piles are on the list.


Sunday, December 15, 2013

Breaking Bad Semiotics

“Chemistry is the study of matter, but I prefer to see it as the study of change. Now, just think about this. Electrons, they change their energy levels. Molecules change their bonds. Elements, they combine and change into compounds. Well that's... That's all of life, right? It's the constant, it's the cycle... It's solution, dissolution, just over and over and over. It's growth, then decay, then transformation. It is fascinating, really.”
~ Walter White, Breaking Bad, episode one

        The denotative concept of Breaking Bad seems simple, and altogether not even that original. A good guy is forced into cooking/selling drugs to support his family. Weeds, which began airing three years earlier proposed a similar plot, and heaven knows that crime related dramas are not new to TV. And yet, Breaking Bad has won ten Emmys, been named by the Writer’s Guild to be the thirteenth best written TV series of all time, and in its final season held the Guinness record for highest rated TV series of all time. So why then, all this fortune and glory for an idea that seems to be not all that new? Because the seemingly bland Walter White and the seemingly simple Breaking Bad, are just that seemingly. The truth to the show’s success is found behind layers of manipulation, illusion, and subconscious, as the audience through the show’s progression strips away the layers of lies built by Walt, and eventually discovers him for who he truly is. It is Breaking Bad itself and the audience’s perspective of Walt that evolves, not Walt himself.  And as each layer is stripped away, much like a person changes and grows, so too does the shows. From relatable, to tragic, to protective, to the questioning of agency and moral character, Breaking Bad succeeds at being a show that thrives less on character growth and more on audience adaptation.

        Breaking Bad begins with the 50th birthday breakfast of Walter White, a man who appears to be just as boring and bland as his name suggests. Walt, as he is known to others, while being gifted chemist (as evidenced by a plaque commemorating his participation in Nobel Prize winning research), is stuck working two demeaning jobs. One as an underpaid and disrespected high school chemistry teacher, and the other as a cashier at a local car wash, where he is often forced to confront many of his most disrespectful student. Walt also seems to be burdened with a paraplegic son Walter Jr., an overbearing wife Skyler, and Hank, a cocky DEA agent brother-in-law. With this introduction to the poor life of Walter White, audience sympathy is triggered long before he discovers that he has lung cancer. And so when Walt decided put his long neglected chemistry knowledge to good use and financially secure his family’s future by cooking meth with his old student Jessie (who he discovered during a DEA ride-along after Hank’s insistence he “get a little excitement in his life”), the audience is all on board.

        Audiences have supported shows that offer a life escape since the invention of the cubical, and the overwhelming sense of mediocrity that comes along with it. While shows like The Office achieved popularity by mocking this all too familiar humdrum life, shows like Big Love, Weeds, and The Sopranos, create a catharsis by offering an escape through an extreme lifestyle. In the beginning, this was also the case with Breaking Bad. Walt’s life, it seems pretty clear, is no Sunday stroll in the park. And while his struggles are most likely greater than those of the audience, the relatable feelings of desperation and disappointment create a bond, allowing the viewer’s similar feeling towards his own life to be projected onto Walt. And so Walt’s rebellion is supported, as it serves to represent our own, and his exciting and edgy life of drugs and danger (which he was clearly forced into) become an escape not only for Walt, but for a time, us as well.

        It was when Walt let Jane die just keep Jessie in his place that the audience first began to realize something was seriously wrong. The man they had sympathized with and prescribed with their own frustrations of inadequacy seemed to be no more. Walter White was now far from the victim he claimed to be. Walt’s famous “for the family” speeches, which had once seemed to be so sincere and desperate, had become nothing more than excuses to justify his highly questionable actions and need to rise in the drug word (despite generally causing him to loose large quantities of money and put both himself and his family in danger). That was now clear to everyone, except perhaps to the delusional Walt himself. Walt’s contradictory behavior is particularly manifested when he greedily goes to work for Gus Fring, and is thus compared to Fring’s “head of security” Mike Ehrmantraut. A cool headed professional and a true family man, Mike, despite his clearly criminal ways, always maintains the audience’s respect and admiration for his integrity to himself. Serving as a foil to Walt, Mike (whose name literally mean “man of honor”) cares only for a job well done and the wellbeing of his granddaughter Kaylee. He dislikes Walt, who he considers to be dramatic and unpredictably reckless. And if the viewer for some reason still had yet to see the truth, Walt’s famous “I am the danger” speech to Skyler makes it perfectly clear that it’s not about family anymore.

 “Who are you talking to right now? Who is it you think you see?...you clearly don't know who you're talking to, so let me clue you in. I am not in danger, Skyler. I am the danger. A guy opens his door and gets shot and you think that of me? No. I am the one who knocks!”

        As Walter is revealed as a character that all but in pretense has rejected the notion of providing for his family for his own arrogant and egotistical power struggle, it is again the sense of catharsis that keeps the audience interested. Instead however of an emotional connection through projected feelings of inadequacy and an escape through the thrill of a dangerous life, it is through the connection found in the common tragedy. Tragedies, from the famous Greek stories to those of modern day, use the principles of both schaderfreude and a greater valuing of relationships to capture interest.

        Schaderfreude, which is also partially responsible for the popularity of reality TV, is the notion that cathartic pleasure is experienced through witnessing the misfortune of others. As Walt and his life are seen, where there was once hope for imitation, there is now joy in the contrast. The viewer may have started out like Walt but will certainly never end up like him. Our own sense of superiority is boosted. Tragedy also causes an audience to analyze their own personal relationships more closely and more deeply, as those being portrayed are seen falling apart. This is particularly true in Breaking Bad, where the main dynamics are that of family and Walt’s attempts and later “attempts” to care for and provide for them. Like schaderfreude, this analysis of personal relationships causes happiness through comparison that serves as a form of gratitude and blessing counting.

        And so the audience again has a sense of sympathy for Walt. Not for his horrible actions or even his circumstances, but for what he has become. A man once so devoted to his family despite his burdensome circumstances, seemingly swallowed up by the life of crime he was forced into. And the egotistical, dramatic, and power hungry Walt, while we remain appalled by his choices, still receives from his audience, for a time, the last thing Walter would ever want, pity.

        The final moment of discovery for fans of Breaking Bad occurs sometime around the realization that it was Walt who poisoned Brock in order to manipulate Jessie into killing Gus. Jessie was Walt’s trusted partner and friend, and yet his psychological wellbeing, not to mention the life of a child, meant nothing to him when his future as a kingpin was threatened. This act is beyond anything seen by Walt before and all sympathy for the man is ended. It is difficult to understand how a person could become so deranged so quickly, until Mike again provides the answer. When asked by Walt to work with him after Gus’ murder Mike refuses, insisting that Walt is egotistical, dangerous, and unpredictably sporadic, and accuses him of being “a time bomb tick, tick, ticking.” While Mike eventually reluctantly goes back on his statement, the viewer applauds him for standing up to and realizing what Walt truly is. And the viewer suddenly does the same. Mike was correct calling Walt a ticking time bomb, but he didn’t become that way, he always had been.

         Walter White’s manipulation, unpredictability, and self-interest were not created through his experience, only manifested. Walt never broke bad, he always was. And his ruse had fooled not only Jessie, his family, and the greater New Mexico area, but the audience as well. As a betrayed audience looks back on Walt’s earlier behavior with fresh eyes, it becomes all too evident that the man who once gained sympathy, admiration, and eventually pity, had been operating under the same code of conduct that lead to the poisoning of Brock from the very beginning.

         Even before his total entanglement in the drug world, Walt’s aggression, egoism and unpredictability, had been secretly evident. In the very first episode when his sees a group of high school students making fun of his son’s handicap, Walt rushes over to the leader, pushes him to the ground and pinning him by his legs, mocks him. A few episodes later Walt retaliates at a cocky business man by blowing up his car at a gas station.  And when he feels emasculated by Hank at a family party, in order to prove his power over his son, Walt pressures Walt Jr. to drink until he can no longer physically stand it. Towards the end of the series Walt also admits that every day for years he has bitterly checked the stock price of the company that he felt he was forced out of, thus providing a daily feeding his jealously and self-sympathy, perhaps ever since the company’s start of success without him.

        Even when these same past friends and business associates offered to provide money for his treatment he refused, unable to overcome their success without him and choosing to keep his family in danger rather than surrender his power. And it is power over pride that he desires. Because although Walt rejects financial help, he tells his family that is where the money is coming from, preferring to stay in control even if it means appearing to accept “charity”. But despite its slightly lesser role, pride is far from not being an issue. When Hank assumes Walt’s temporary assistant Gale is the mysterious drug lord Heisenberg and marvels at his genius, Walt insists that Gale really seems to be more of an assistant rather than a mastermind, causing a questioning Hank to reopen the case. While hiding behind Gale would have given him a much needed scapegoat, the pride behind another “less competent” person being credited with his work makes it worth the risk.

        Walt’s claims have always been that he does what he does for the protection of his family, and yet they are regularly put in danger or at best, neglected or heartlessly manipulated. Walt’s first 24 hours of cooking meth to provide for his family involved angering and eventually murdering two distributors because to let them go would mean the inevitable murder of his entire family. And yet Walt had little trouble afterwards deciding to continue cooking. When his first big deal with Gus occurs right as Skylar goes into labor, he chooses to miss the birth of his daughter for the potential possibility of making more money. And when Hank is moments away from discovering Walt, he calls him to tell him that his wife Marie is in the hospital after having been in an accident, causing a distraught Hank to rushes off, allowing for Walt to escape.

        When questioned by Gus about his insistence on working with Jessie, Walt coldly answered that he keeps him around because he does what he tells him. While at the time the audience assumed that this was only a ploy to get Jessie back, the statement later is seen as truth.  Walt keeps everyone he “cares” for around because of the validation they provide for him and ultimately because they do what he says. Though Walt faces many threats during his reign, it is Skylar who is his true antagonist. As she stands up to Walt and rejects his lifestyle and his money, she destroys his delusions of fulfilling the traditional patriarchal values of caring and providing for family, that along with his intellect, he so desperately hides behind. At the end of the series Walt eventually admits his true intentions. Partially to Jessie when he tells him that he isn’t in the meth business or the money making business but the empire business, and fully and finally to Skyler and to himself in the last episode when he delivers one of his famous “for the family” speeches but admits that it was all for himself all along.

         This realization of betrayal from someone of trust and empathy strangely enough drives the viewer away from Walt and towards his family. A common cause and enemy unifies and creates emotional connections, and so as Walt drives his family away, we are driven towards them; and the viewer hopes to fill the role that Walt once claimed to. To stay and see what happens, to make sure Jessie and Walt’s family are safe, and most importantly, to ensure that they see what we have seen and understand Walt’s true treachery. Particularly as it becomes ever clearer that they are the ones who have been directly betrayed and destroyed. As the viewer openly saw and broke free from Walt’s deception, the same freedom is wished for Jessie and for Walt’s family. Where the audience once wanted to be like Walt, they now wish to be like Skylar, the person who will always “protects this family from the man who protects this family.”

        The realization of Walt’s true self also makes the viewer question himself. After all, Walt once had not only his full support, but also in a small sense his jealously, as it seemed Walt was able to escape from his dull life with an exciting and extreme lifestyle. And if it was so simple to stand behind Walt, a man who is finally revealed to have always been awful, is it a mistake that could be made again? Walt himself for a time seemed to be blind to his own motives. Vince Gilligan, Breaking Bad’s creator once said “Walter is a man who lies to his family, lies to his friends, lies to the world about who he truly is. But what I think makes him a standout liar is that first and foremost he is lying to himself.”. And if it happened so easily to Walt, what’s to say it isn’t affecting us?

        A man makes drugs to save his family. Denotatively it seems so simple, but Breaking Bad radically succeeded where other similar shows did not because of the nature of its story telling. In the first episode, Walt tells his students that chemistry is they study of change. This statement is often interpreted to be a foreshadowing of the rest of the show, and it is. Not in terms of Walt’s development, but in the development of the show itself. While Walt’s circumstances and what they “required” him to do certainly changed and adapted, Walt himself never did. What changes is that way that the audience understands and sees him, as his situations gradually strip away his masks reveal him for who he truly is and was all along, bad.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Why Lock Picking Is A Vital Skill

I know, I know, you all have missed greatly reading about my marvelous misadventures but don't worry, today's post will put your weary hearts at ease. Like all eventful things, it involved food.

I had pretty much run out of food last weekend but, car-less and procrastinating individual that I am, it took 5 days of eating nothing but potatoes, short grain rice, and candy until my hunger finally won out to my laziness and I headed to the store last Wednesday evening. Things were going pretty well and even though being car-less you always have to prepare to walk home, which can lead to some fun times (as anyone who's accidentally bought more food than their weak arms can carry can confirm), the strangers of Provo seem to be particularly nice and every so often I do get the offer of a ride home. Today was such a lucky day.  As I got home I was in a pretty good mood. I'd bought the stuff for like 5 different kind of sandwiches, I hadn't had to walk, and I was even considering mentioning how nice people in Utah can be on Twitter. Yes, I do occasionally go through life and think "This would make a good tweet/ Facebook post."(yeah, yeah, this is the "me" generation and everyone is so self absorbed, and the world is going to end and whatever). Generally it's a Facebook post, but recently I've been using Twitter. I've technically had one for a while now since I had to make it for my Intro to Ad class almost two years ago but I've only actually actively been using it since this summer. So far I have a whole 9 followers. I know, pretty sweet right? And three of them are people that I don't even know. I'm not really sure what that means but I'm just going to pretend that it means I'm cool. Anyway, as I was saying before this paragraph got derailed, I was in a pretty good mood until I walked up to the door and realized that it was locked.

As some of you may know, my key was raptured about a month ago. Some people argue that it was simply lost and will one day be found (much like the tribes of Israel), but I don't know, the thing just up and disappeared. I looked everywhere it could have gone but it just vanished. Even though its been a while, I haven't had too much bad  luck with not having a key to my apartment. I've been locked out a few times but usually I just go back up to campus and work in the library for a little while and then come back later. This time though I had a whole backpack full of groceries that I didn't particularly want to leave alone. And I definitely wasn't going to walk with them up the M.C. Escher-esq stairs it takes to get to campus. So I decided to sit outside and wait. After all, it was almost 5:00 (I though, it turns out that I had also forgotten to take my phone with me and I don't have a functioning watch) and someone had to be home soon right?

So I settled down outside my door, broke open some of the sandwich stuff, and waited. Thankfully, I had "my" mp3 player (you may or may not remember that I stole it from Aaron before he left) with me which had The Stories of Tevye the Dairyman, the collection of short stories that Fiddler on the Roof is based off of on it that I had only just started. I was actually somewhat surprised with how closely the stories follow the movie, or at least the romantic aspects of the movie. So far there hasn't been a whole lot of plot with the Tsar but I do still have an hour left to listen to. You know, the entire audio book is only an hour longer than the movie.

Anyway, as I sat listening a few good hearted neighbors did invite me to wait in their living rooms, but I didn't really know any of them particularly well (one of the flaws of having more than one Relief Society in the ward), and I really did expect someone to show up soon. After about two hours, I though that maybe someone was home but had been asleep or listening to music earlier since two of my roommates usually were typically back by now. So adopting the clichest of all cliches (although I've only heard of it actually happening once in real life and that story did not end well), I decided to toss wood chips (there weren't any pebbles around) at the bedroom window. I think I would have felt a lot less dumb if I had been trying to get some cute boy to go on some crazy midnight adventure with me rather than getting someone to let me into my own apartment but,who knows.

After giving up with that, I finally accepted the offer of the next good hearted soul to let me stay inside. By then it was about 7 and everyone had evening classes then which meant that they wouldn't be back until around 9:30 and I was starting to sympathize pretty heavily with the Russian characters I was listening to. Especially Hodel, who if you remember, ended up following Perchik to live in Siberia.

The girl ended up being an ad major and had just gotten into the creative track, which I'm planning on applying for at the end of the semester, so we actually talked about portfolios for a while and how I really need to finish mine. She actually got into the program before taking the prep class for it, which is pretty impressive.  After about half an hour though I figured that I would just give up on my groceries and go up to the library. After all, people had proven to me today that they're typically pretty good and it was cold enough outside that they were basically being refrigerated.

On my way to probably read Battlefield Earth in the library I happened to have the good fortune of running into none other than Tyler Moore (who I feel like I happen to see a lot on the Escher-esq stairs to campus although always headed the opposite direction), who graciously let me seek refuge in his apartment and make fun of his favorite Halloween movie, It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. Watching it for a second time was still somewhat unfulfilling (seriously, nothing happens in that movie) but it was I'll admit better than the first time I saw it in 4th grade. I suppose that my good natured mockery was fair though because he played the song from Breakfast at Tiffany's on the piano and its been stuck in my head all week. Oh and apparently one of the songs in FMA is also in "Smallville", which is weird since those shows are from different countries. Also, I wish I had practiced the piano every once and while. Then I could get songs stuck in people's heads and more importantly, Cassie wouldn't have driven me insane this summer by playing chopsticks and that one song where you basically just play F#, G#, and A# over and over again on that old out of tune piano at Port Susan because I could have shown her something else.

At 9:30 I finally got inside and was able to start studying for the midterm I had the next day (thankfully it was for Pop Culture). And yes, I did write a tweet, although not my original one. It was actually about how much I was enjoying the fall weather. Yeah that's right, enjoying it. Crazy right? I know I spend a good amount of time whining about U:AFWTD and how ugly it can be compared to home, but it does have a beautiful Autumn season. All of the trees here and the mountains change colors and the leaves fall and it's awesome. It's a "real" fall. Or more real I guess. I've heard that fall is even more "real" on the East Coast. Don't worry though, green is still my favorite color an I'm sure I'll be back to cursing Utah once the winter comes and freezes me to death. Besides, like I said at the beginning of this post, when this appreciation started I had been eating almost as many potatoes as a native Idahoan. And since I've spent the last two Thanksgivings in Idaho it makes sense for there to be a correlation between potatoes and appreciation right? Ok, maybe not. Either way though, I think the moral of this story is obviously that we should all just leave our doors unlocked. Or maybe just that I should give in and buy a new key.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Cartoon

Here's a political cartoon I drew for the same class I wrote the editorial earlier for. It took me longer than I'm willing to admit to draw it and the Chicken wanted to see it so I figured I'd put it on here. If you can't read it, the teacher is saying "Sorry, there's no degree for that. Pick again!" You know one of these days I might actually write something about my life on here.


Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Hotel California (is seriously stuck in my head)


     Behold an editorial I wrote for one of my classes. It's intended for an LDS audience, particularly someone at or familiar with BYU but, since as per usual I haven't written anything for a while and I have a feeling that it would never actually get published in "The Universe" I figured I'd throw it on here.

         I always assumed that Hotel California was just a too long song that had to be endured once in a blue moon, generally when in the company of those over forty. That is until I became a student at BYU and signed its famous Honor Code. This policy must be followed by all who associate with the university, be it as a student, faculty member, or in any other way. In almost all aspects it is a solid representation of the standards established by BYU and the LDS church, and serves as a strong moral code of conduct for those who willingly choose to pattern their lives after Christ. There is however, one little phrase that makes me say “welcome to the Hotel California.” And no, it’s not the lack of spirits.
       In the third section of the code can be found the member loss policy. This policy states that “Excommunication, disfellowshipment, or disaffiliation from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints automatically results in the loss of good Honor Code standing.” What this means is that a student of no religious identification or any religious identification aside from being LDS is allowed total religious freedom. But once a student becomes a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (herby known as The Church), all religious freedom is lost. If an LDS member chooses to convert to another faith or simply to no longer associate with The Church, he is no longer in good standing with the Honor Code, and can no longer teach at, attend, or even graduate from BYU. Such a stance blatantly disregards the teachings of The Church, the ideals of Christ, and even the idea of honor itself. As well as of course bring that famous Eagles hotel to life, albeit a bit more eastward than originally intended.   
         To attend school at BYU, every year students must receive an ecclesiastical endorsement. If you are LDS this means being interviewed by your bishop, who asks you questions to see if you are an active and faithful member of The Church, a person of honesty and integrity, and if you are keeping the other conditions in the Honor Code. In order to pass their ecclesiastical endorsement and continue their education at BYU, students who no longer wish to be LDS must lie to religious leaders, fellow students, and ultimately live a lie, as they continue to participate in general LDS worship practices that they no longer believe in or value. As the Eagles would say, “We are all just prisoners here of our own device”. Such a lifestyle is also not only contrary to the condition in the Honor Code to be honest, but it is the opposite of integrity to one’s beliefs and actions, which is everything that honor claims to be.
        This prevention of allowing for members to reflect on and change their religious values shows a serious lack of trust in students and even faculty by the school. “You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.” This apparent need for power and control over beliefs and ideas is defiant of God’s gift of agency, the very thing that we were placed on Earth to exercise and develop. Our own Heavenly Father allows for us to have total religious freedom and beliefs to the point that it could be argued an entire country was founded on the principle. The school that claims to emulate His teachings not only denies this God given right, but also the rights against religious discrimination that this country currently and should forever uphold. The BYU power struggle also creates strong animosity towards members of both The Church and the school. Elder Holland in a 2012 devotional said referring to less active or inactive members that “How we respond in any situation has to make things better, not worse. We can’t act or react in such a way that we are guilty of a greater offense than, in this case, she is.” Banishing from institutions of education those that decide to choose another religious path is rarely considered improving opinions or situations. 
        Worst of all, this principle of the Honor Code is directly contrary to the teachings of The Church. The Honor Code states that it “exists to provide an education in an atmosphere consistent with the ideals and principles of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.”, meaning that it should theoretically derive its principles from the prophets and should be in harmony with the teachings found in the standard works. However, when the Nephites (who like modern day BYU students were primarily all members of The Church), were presented with a similar problem, Alma tells us that the law was handled a bit differently. 
Now there was no law against a man's belief; for it was strictly contrary to the commands of God that there should be a law which should bring men on to unequal grounds. For thus saith the scripture: Choose ye this day, whom ye will serve. Now if a man desired to serve God, it was his privilege; or rather, if he believed in God it was his privilege to serve him; but if he did not believe in him there was no law to punish him. But if he murdered he was punished unto death; and if he robbed he was also punished; and if he stole he was also punished; and if he committed adultery he was also punished; yea, for all this wickedness they were punished. For there was a law that men should be judged according to their crimes. Nevertheless, there was no law against a man's belief; therefore, a man was punished only for the crimes which he had done; therefore all men were on equal grounds. (Alma 30: 7-11)
        On a similar note, when writing the 11th Article of Faith Joseph Smith said, “We claim the privilege of worshiping Almighty God according to the dictates of our own conscience, and allow all men the same privilege, let them worship how, where, or what they may.” Notice that it does not say “how, where, or what they may as long as they don’t change their minds.” 
        Alma tells us that judging strictly based on beliefs is contrary to the commandment of God. And doesn't something like the commandments of God sound like the kind of thing we would like to uphold in “an atmosphere consistent with the ideals and principles of The Church”? Alma and the Nephites judged others based on their actions and their crimes, and so should we. If a former member of The Church decides to break other aspects of the Honor Code, or harass members, or commit some other form of pre-established reasonably unacceptable crime, than for that action and that action alone the individual should be accordingly punished. To punish a person simply due to his change in religious beliefs is morally cowardly, and in the case of the Honor Code, highly hypocritical, which is another topic Christ had a few things to say about.
         BYU is well known for its ties to The Church, and it reflects this admirably in the majority of its dealings. This however makes the flaws in its Honor Code even more blatant and all the more in need of serious correction. There may come a day when BYU will change its member loss policy of the Honor Code. There may come a day when it will reflect true honor, practice the system of trust instilled in humanity by God himself, and most importantly, reflect the values and principles of the religion that it claims to be derived from. But until that day, welcome to the Hotel California 

Monday, September 2, 2013

Third Time's The Charm!

So, it has begun, the start of the semester in a new apartment and a new ward. Which means meeting a bunch of new people, all of whom ask you after “where are you from?” and “what are you studying?”, “what do you like to do?”.  And I always blank out and end up saying something dumb like. “Umm… I like movies.” To which they always respond “Oh, wow! How interesting and unusual!” Actually no, they never say that. So I decided to come up with 100 not so generic things that I actually enjoy. And in case you were wondering, here it is.


 1) blustery days                                    
2) ballroom dancing
3) reading a good book
4)  watching dumb movies
 and assigning characters/ making new plots
5) music
6) singing
7) ice cream
8) falling asleep in the sun
9) being witty and hearing good wit
10) finding the perfect gift for someone
11) not having to wake up to an alarm
12) creating things
13) photography
14) getting mail
15) all things peppermint
16) exploring
17) trying new things
18) appreciating nature
19) pretty much all water activities
20) light warm wind and sunshine (best weather)
21) the sound of rain, especially at night
22) the sound of trains at night
23) quality time (love language!)
24) walks without time constraints
25) guys in well-tailored suits, especially 3 piece ones
26) guys that can pull of glasses
27) making up stories
28) cooking
29) contests/competitions
30) winning said contests
31) writing
32) lame jokes, especially if they are smart and puny
33) driving on the highway
34) musicals
35) country music (to a point)
36) Good surprises (I love surprises!)
37) comfortable silences
38) playing cards
39) wrestling for fun (Ju jitsu was awesome)
40) lakes and lake houses
41) writing with a pen
42) ghost stories
43) fires
44) camping
45) rock climbing
46) being persuasive
47) circular logic
48) psychology
49) profiling
50) pondering answers to the question “what if?”
51) The church, the knowledge and comfort that it brings and all that good stuff
52) A productive day
53) Picking berries
54) Going barefoot
55) Kids
56) Shade trees
57) Spontaneous activity
58) Teaching
59) Random acts of kindness
60) Blue eyes
61) When guys can pull off stubble
62) Curly hair
63) Fruit
64) Seafood
65) Pasta
66) Popcorn ceilings
67) Softball
68) Making lists (obviously)
69) Going to the library, especially on Sundays
70) Basketball
71) Violins (the best instrument!)
72) Fresh sheets
73) Breaking glass intentionally
74) Chemistry
75) Going to the grocery store
76)Metaphors/similes/analogies/parables/symbolism, etc.
77) Studying religions (all kinds)
78) The colors blue, green, and orange
79) Wall ball
80) 4 square
81) Summer nights out
82) Winter nights in
83) Fall and winter afternoons
84) Walking in the season’s first snowfall
85) Skipping rocks
86) Crocheting
87) Scrapbooking
88) Driving at night
89) Sandwiches
90) Interior design
91) Food network
92) Japanese culture
93) Japanese food
94) Short stories
95) Green river pop
96) Jones soda
97) Guitar
98) Good ads
99) Theater
100) History