oh well

And now my mind is filled with rubber tires and forest fires and whether I'm a liar, and lots of other situations where I don't know what to do, at which time God screams at me, "There's nothing left for me to tell you."

little ghosts

The Holy Spirit: comforter, testifier of truth, author?

Sometimes I like to look up and learn about inspiring people on Wikipedia. Today, I looked up Robert Louis Stevenson and was reading about how he came to write "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde." Here's what I found:

Stevenson had long been interested in the idea of the duality of human nature and how to incorporate the interplay of good and evil into a story ... Stevenson had a dream, and on wakening had the intuition for two or three scenes that would appear in the story. "In the small hours of one morning," says Mrs Stevenson, "I was awakened by cries of horror from Louis. Thinking he had a nightmare, I woke him. He said angrily, 'Why did you wake me? I was dreaming a fine bogey tale.' I had awakened him at the first transformation scene ..."

Upon reading that, I was reminded of something I read a few months back about J.K. Rowling and the coming into being of Harry Potter.

In 1990, while she was on a four-hour-delayed train trip from Manchester to London, the idea for a story of a young boy attending a school of wizardry "came fully formed" into her mind. "I really don't know where the idea came from", she told The Boston Globe, "It started with Harry, then all these characters and situations came flooding into my head." When she had reached her Clapham Junction flat, she began to write immediately.

So I thought I'd look up another another classic tale of good vs. evil. J.R.R. Tolkien has this to say about Lord of the Rings:

The Lord of the Rings is of course a fundamentally religious and Catholic work; unconsciously so at first, but consciously in the revision. That is why I have not put in, or have cut out, practically all references to anything like 'religion', to cults or practices, in the imaginary world. For the religious element is absorbed into the story and the symbolism.

That quote doesn't really prove that he was inspired, but seeing as J.R.R. was a deeply religious man, one can assume he had the spirit with him and guiding him.

I find that fascinating and beautiful and I'm sure there's a million other cases like these.

"And as all have not faith, seek ye diligently and teach one another words of wisdom; yea, seek ye out of the best books words of wisdom; seek learning, even by study and also by faith." -D&C 88:118

for afton

hey afton this is for you! ~~~~~

don't shoot the blog

best new word. comeuppance. for those who don't know what it means, it's like karma.. but better.

provo without friends isn't really as cool as provo with friends.

maybe i should just move to portland because i heard that portland, oregon and slow gin fizz, if that aint love then tell me what is.

maybe i should start with the slow gin fizz. just kidding. i don't even know what that is. i'm mormon.

i guess i'll go read my book. and then go to class. and then go to bed.

to the boy in my soc class who sits to the RIGHT of me... wanna get married? you seem nice.

that would be all that i needed

sometimes you get what you ask for. so here i go: buy me these. thanks!

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rock 'n rant

as we speak, the underneaths of my fingertips are dying. in a good way -- soon it won't be so painful to repeat my g, c, d, a, and occasional e and f chords. then i will really be able to rock... or will i? i've been reading guitar for dumbies and looking up "guitar lessons" on google and youtube, but it only seems to get me so far. like i said, i have mastered these limited but pertinent chords, and i am pretty solid in my understandings of FACE and every good boy does fine. i am even starting to enjoy trying out tablature of all kinds. but here's my question, how do i cross the bridge from beginner to intermediate or even skilled? when and how does my left hand get to play on the far right of the neck of the guitar? when does my right hand get to prick instead of simply strum? when will my information upon information finally take me to that next level? how do people teach themselves the workings of this magical instrument and most importantly, how did jack white become jack white? he is rolling stone's 17th best guitarist of all time, you know. let me guess -- it's all that theory that i avoided in piano lessons and choir. send me your tricks!

ps- it also doesn't help that whilst i was visiting home i had my dads $500+ taylor acoustic to practice on, and now i've returned to my $60 johnson toy. at least it's pink.

it got loud

just saw this. best movie ever? pretty much. my favorite part is a clip of jack white playing the guitar so hard that his fingers are getting cut up, and afterwards they show the guitar covered with blood, accompanied by this quote:

"How are you accomplishing anything if there’s no struggle? If you don't have a struggle already inside of you or around you, you have to make one up. Something that makes you angry or upset or jealous."

portland, oregon

more jack whitey goodness, because i have an unhealthy obsession that i am passing on to you. you're welcome!



i would trade lives with loretta lynn just for that moment at 3:17.

take, take, take

the white stripes are making me giggle! check out the lyrics to this song:

I was sitting there in a comfortable chair
And that was all that I needed
Then my friend offered me a drink for us to share
And that was all that I needed
Well, then I felt at ease
But then I'm not too hard to please
I guess you couldn't call me greedy
Then I was shocked to look up
And see rita hayworth there in a place so seedy
She walked into the bar with her long, red, curly hair
And that was all that I needed
And I said to my friend, "good god, we're lucky men just to even see her"

Take, take, take
Take, take, take
Take, take, take

And I could not resist, I just had to get close to her
And that was all that I needed
I walked and loomed around her table for a while
And that was all that I needed
Then I said, "i hate to bug you, ma'am, but can I have your autograph?"
And that was all that I needed
She pressed her lips against a white piece of paper
And that was all that I needed
Then I saw what she wrote, my heart is in my mouth
And that was all that I needed
Then she handed it to me, and I think that she could see
That that was all that I needed
I started to walk away but then I remembered 'hey, I forgot to get a picture'
So I asked her one more time, "could I have another favor?"
That was all that I needed
She was kind and posed with me
Then I knew my friend would see my celebrity meeting

Take, take, take
Take, take, take
Take, take, take

She turned and said to me, "I need to go to sleep,"
And it seemed so mean
It's almost as if she could not appreciate how cool I was being
She said, "good night" and walked away
And I didn't know what to say
I just couldn't believe it
Well, it's just not fair
I want to get a piece of hair
That was all that I needed
Or maybe a kiss on the cheek
I wouldn't wash it for a week
That would be all that I needed
But she didn't even care
That I was even there
What a horrible feeling

a genius with a sense of humor. and a pic cause he's cute.