And rode it home from Target. 5.2 miles. Gonna see if I can do better tomorrow.
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Thursday, April 22, 2010
Amanda: A Retrospective - part 1
This evening my wife showed me some old transcripts she saved from AOL Instant Messanger our Freshman year of college, and I laughed really hard. In reflecting upon that time of life and trying to contextualize comments about my tongue, my ressemblance to a certain Mr. Boreanaz, and why SPAM is an expletive, I've decided to take the time to tell the tale of Amanda. I don't think I've ever written it out. If any of you remember details I have since forgotten, please feel free to comment, and I'll happily update.
Why is this important to you, the end reader? Because it's fantastically embarrassing for all parties concerned, it showcases my rather dubious acting skills, my inability to edit video on a PC(or shoot enough takes in a 4-hour window to make anything workable), and it's at least mildly clever in places. And it's all true.*
*98%, at least. Faces have been changed to indemnify the guilty and make the innocent look better.
I had just gotten to college. I signed up for late summer honors, which is essentially a boring 2-day introduction to the honors college at the university and what extra stuff you do to graduate 'with honors'. Real reason for this? Moving into the dorms 5 days earlier than everyone else who starts in Fall. I felt it was worth it, so I could better acclimatize myself to college life. On a side-note, I still have and wear the free t-shirt they gave me that weekend. And I remember the strange middle-eastern film we watched about a blind boy who is apprenticed to a blind carpenter in the JSB auditorium on that Friday (Saturday?) night.
Once the rest of the students showed up, we were put into 'Y Groups', divided up by dorm rooms. In my group were a number of guys down the hall from me, and a handful of girls who I eventually got to know quite well. From the first day of these 'Y Groups', I remember 4 things:
Why is this important to you, the end reader? Because it's fantastically embarrassing for all parties concerned, it showcases my rather dubious acting skills, my inability to edit video on a PC(or shoot enough takes in a 4-hour window to make anything workable), and it's at least mildly clever in places. And it's all true.*
*98%, at least. Faces have been changed to indemnify the guilty and make the innocent look better.
I had just gotten to college. I signed up for late summer honors, which is essentially a boring 2-day introduction to the honors college at the university and what extra stuff you do to graduate 'with honors'. Real reason for this? Moving into the dorms 5 days earlier than everyone else who starts in Fall. I felt it was worth it, so I could better acclimatize myself to college life. On a side-note, I still have and wear the free t-shirt they gave me that weekend. And I remember the strange middle-eastern film we watched about a blind boy who is apprenticed to a blind carpenter in the JSB auditorium on that Friday (Saturday?) night.
Once the rest of the students showed up, we were put into 'Y Groups', divided up by dorm rooms. In my group were a number of guys down the hall from me, and a handful of girls who I eventually got to know quite well. From the first day of these 'Y Groups', I remember 4 things:
- The Smith Family Living Center (now demolished) was referred to as the 'Syphilis'
- My Y Group leader reminded me of a grown-up metro version of the blond boy from the early Barney videos my younger sisters watched
- Utahns played a strange game called 'Big Booty'
- I met two girls, whose names I couldn't recall for the life of me.
(Just watch to 18 seconds. Michael. My Y Group Leader. )
Those girls would disappear from subsequent Y Group activities, though they rejoined us for the last one, where we went down to Helaman field for a tailgate party to kick in the new Football season. There, I ran into the girls again, and in talking to them, excused myself for not remembering their names. One seemed quite offended, and threatened vaguely to cut off the conversation if I couldn't recall. (In retrospect, I always assumed she was joking. In kindness, I'll hold to that interpretation) The two of them were about to leave, being bored and over-heating in the sun. Somewhere, somehow, I thought back to a friend in High School that she reminded me of (though she looked completely different). Wagering a guess, I asked if her name was Amanda. (This actually surprised me, as it kinda came from nowhere in my brain) She looked shocked, as did her friend who was re-introduced to me as Tiffany. They stayed around a bit longer than they would have otherwise, and I remember enjoying the conversation greatly. Probably because I was flirting like MAD.
Quickly, within a week or so, I had taken to hanging out with Amanda in the evenings. We'd play cards, mancala, talk, walk, etc. I still remember the second weekend of September (still quite warm out at the time) we stayed out until about 3 AM playing cards at various benches and walking around campus. We eventually settled down by the duck pond, and played Mancala for hours. She trounced me, mostly. The next day, she informed me that the hill on the south side of campus was called 'rape hill' for its history of aggression. I was kinda mad she took me there, partly I think because it made my memories of the experience feel creepy in retrospect.
We didn't "date" at that time. We "dated" but weren't "dating". Yes, this is a picky line to draw, essentially because I refused to be "dating" her until she turned 18 (first week of October). Not that I went on dates with anyone else.
At this time, we started reading scriptures in the evening. She had to read a few chapters every day to stay on pace for a Book of Mormon class she was taking. So she invited me to read with her. I did. We'd read scriptures and then watch the Simpsons. After a few days, we decided to switch the order around, so as not to blow away any chance of retaining what we gleaned from our reading.
October rolled around, and I decided I'd ask her out for her birthday. I sent her clues it was coming. I printed sheet music to Elton John's "Can You Feel the Love Tonight". I sent her cryptic references to what was coming.
I'm not sure if Utah is contagious, but I've heard that everyone here asks people out in the craziest of ways. Elaborate schemes involving thousands of plasticware forks in people's lawns and the like. I wasn't inspired by anyone else, but I decided to go all out and ask her out in style*.
*style is... subjective. And doesn't age well. Details forthcoming in part 2.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
You Saved $0.97!
I originally made this post for a class I took. Original page here: You Saved $0.97!
All pictures as found, mostly in gutters around Provo. Additional text unnecessary.
Religious Artifacts
Labeled. Named. Identified
This post originally from a class I took. Original post here: Labeled. Named. Identified.
The way in which we relate to landscape is principally by defining it. We label it. And by labeling it as 'off limits', 'for sale', or 'Joaquin Park', the space is changed in our minds. But in such a rigidly codified environment, one must wonder, what would these places look like without the signs?
A Two Hour Walk
All of these photos were taken during a 2 hour walk around Provo one March Morning. I chose five which I liked. Original Post here: Mini Assignment
Two Degrees of Separation
This post is originally from a class I took. Original is here: Two Degrees of Separation
In such a small environment as BYU, the average student is likely to cross several people that they know any time they walk across campus. Friends, coworkers, ex-girlfriends, old bosses – indeed, it seems that people run across fill the entire gamut from best of friends down to one notch above strangers in any given stroll.
I approached several people I knew and challenged them to a game, saying that I would follow them across campus to their eventual destinations. If they came across someone they knew, they got a point. If they could convince that person to take a picture with them, an additional point. If the found acquaintance remembered my subject's name, another point. With each round, I added more conditions. What I discovered is that the more rules I gave, sometimes paradoxically, the more information I received. The points meant nothing, as there was no prize, but the more points I offered the more information they willingly volunteered. As I upped the ante and made it into a competition ("I'll bet you I know more people than you do"), the more obsessed people were with sharing with me.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Opponent: Mike
Departure: Snell Building
Destination: Brimhall Building
Rule: Points if you can get people you know to take a picture with you
Chapter 2
Opponent: Amy
Departure: Jesse Knight Building
Destination: Benson Building
New Rule: Extra points if you can tell me where you know them from
Chapter 3
Opponents: Seth and Mike
Departure: Herald R. Clark Building
Destination: Law Building
New Rule: It's now a competition between me and them to see who knows more people.
Chapter 4
Opponent: Randy
Departure: Jesse Knight Building
Destination: Herald R. Clark Building
New Rule: You can pick your path to your advantage.
Chapters 5, 6 and 7
Opponent: Neil
Departures: Snell Building, Lee Library, Joseph Smith Building
Destination: Lee Library, Joseph Smith Building, Wilkinson Center
New Rule: Though you can pick your own path, you must remain outside during competition
I won 3 to 2, which upset Neil. Upon reaching the library (his destination), he decided "I don't feel like going to the Library. Rematch!" And so we headed to the JSB.
Round 2 was a tie. But since I was headed back to the Wilkinson Center anyway to find a new friend to challenge, he INSISTED we go for one more.
Chapter 7: Standing Still
Opponent: Susan
Departure and Destination: In front of the Library
New Rule: No moving. We stayed in front of the library.
Chapter 8:
Opponent: Ben
Departure: Jesse Knight Building
Destination: Testing Center
New Rule: "Yes this poster counts. I'm not against winning at all costs."
In the end, I realized that everyone I knew on campus (with the exception of Austin, who pops back into my life every few years) is through my French degree. Either classmates, professors, or students of mine. I feel quite anti-social compared to Neil, for example, who seems to know people from everywhere.
When I ponder upon people like Austin, it makes me realize how inter-connected we are, and how many ways I know him. I didn't know many of the people my subjects did, but I wonder how many other connections to them I could find if I tried.
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