Sweet, sweet acceptance
I have officially been accepted to one school, University of San Diego. One down, 14 to go!
30 January 2008
29 January 2008
One Evening Lost to the Apollo Bar
Kate and I have been watching this TV show called ”Lost,” purely for anthropological purposes, of course. We watched all previous 3 seasons last summer during our Mexico trip. We have been waiting about 6 months for the new season to start and all natural disasters and techno-terrorist activities aside it will be happening this Thursday. Never being ones to turn down a good old fashioned theme party (if you recall our wedding was a masquerade ball and Kate’s last birthday a 19th century murder mystery) we are going to our friends Jen and Jeremy’s house for a lost party. I, being skilled in the art of forgery and bursting with free time (about 45 minutes a month) was commissioned to remake a rather prominent candy bar from the TV series, which only exists on the show. So here it is.
If you are an uber-nerd Lost fan too and want to download a copy just click on the links below…you will need to buy ether a Cadbury bar or a Dove bar, print out the wrapper, and then cut according to the crop marks and fold at the dotted lines.
Gold’s Gym the den of debauchery
This is a true story. College students in Utah County are threatening to picket Gold’s Gym because of the extent of indecency they encounter while patronizing the establishment. These scantily clad, excersize crazed weirdos (that is my anecdotal summation of the clientèle) are tromping around making demands left and right. One of their demands is AND I QUOTE:
Install blinds on the aerobics room to block the dancing, which is very provocative.
I am amused that none of these work-outers thought of say…. canceling their membership at the gym in protest.
26 January 2008
Drop the “irony” and get a job
This is pretty hilarious video ribbing hipsters. So funny & and so true. One withering glance from a hipster and you feel uber-nerdy and awkward.
23 January 2008
22 January 2008
For those who come to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
There are times a trip will provide you a fresh perspective & gratitude for your home. There are also times where a trip will make you wonder, “Why the H do I still live in Utah when places like San Francisco exist??” This weekend was one of those times. We headed to the city by the bay to celebrate civil rights in style (note: in Utah ML King day is officially called “Civil Rights day”). It was as fun as eating dippin’ dots at a summer rodeo and felt as fancy-free.
We stopped first in Berkeley which, after seeing a few stop signs grafitied with “driving” underneath STOP, Neil was in love with. After eating at Alice Water’s restaurant Chez Panisse, it was all I could do to convince Neil to come home with me back to Utah at all. It lightened our pockebook a little, but made our minds soar with delicious possibilities.
We stayed right downtown San Francisco in the Nob Hill area of the city with Neil’s college roomate Heber. He has a beautiful apartment, and was a gracious host. We toured around downtown, Fishermans warf, SFMOMA, Golden Gate park/bridge all without hats or gloves or snowboots. In fact, the weather was delightful. I would brace myself for the bitter cold when exiting a building as I normally do in Utah, only to be confronted with a mild breeze. Ahhhhhhhh.
We did a little shopping at gloriously cheap H&M and Zara, ate at a great vegetarian Indian place, found a Trader Joes and had a generally good time.
What also enhanced the enjoyment of this superb weekend was likely the fact that we took a “vegan break” for pretty much the entire trip and ended up eating stuff found in the picture below. 
When I finally persuaded Neil to get in the car & come home on Monday we headed back. We had to lie to the checkpoint guard at the Tahoe pass and say “All wheel drive, yep. Uh-huh no problem.” These white lies were the only way we avoided buying chains and were able to keep going on I-80. Our little Scion handled the snow like a true champion and passed several “SUVs” on the way.
She brought us safely home to Utah. Where it had snowed during our absence. The temperature was in the teens. Our house was freezing. Why do we live in Utah, again?
It’s true what Rudyard Kipling said, “San Francisco has only one drawback. ‘Tis hard to leave.”
6 January 2008
Deep Thoughts From My Office Email Junk Box
“You Do not like your male instrument size. “
“Girls joke at you. “
“Your girl doesn’t admire to jazz it with you by reason of your instrument size.”
“Your chick doesn’t want to do it with you along of your instrument size.”
“Your chick does not admire to have sex with you for reason of your male device size.”
I just thought I should share some of the more enlightening spam emails from my office email account. I wonder if bullying people in terrible English is more effective in selling products than normal spam emails. I guess these spam emails are getting more of my attention than the others! So perhaps they do work.