Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Matt pointed me out to this cool workout program on www.crossfit.com.

I love their philosophy!
"World-Class Fitness in 100 Words:
Eat meat and vegetables, nuts and seeds, some fruit, little starch and no sugar. Keep intake to levels that will support exercise but not body fat. Practice and train major lifts: Deadlift, clean, squat, presses, C&J, and snatch. Similarly, master the basics of gymnastics: pull-ups, dips, rope climb, push-ups, sit-ups, presses to handstand, pirouettes, flips, splits, and holds. Bike, run, swim, row, etc, hard and fast. Five or six days per week mix these elements in as many combinations and patterns as creativity will allow. Routine is the enemy. Keep workouts short and intense. Regularly learn and play new sports."

Now to get off my lazy duff and get started!

Thursday, January 26, 2006

I'm a loser.

I don't talk to anyone at school, but I see the same people almost every day.
And it's not the same as at BYU when you walk past that red-headed kid at 4:17PM on Fridays walking from the WILK to the stairs above the Smith Fieldhouse...and think, "man, I see that freaking red-headed kid everyday."
It's more like...I see the same people because we're all in the same classes and I sit around them. I know their names, their majors, and some of their life stories...all from just overhearing them talk. But, I don't talk to them...any of them...really.
So, I'm basically friendless on campus.

Now, I'm not trying to solicit sympathy or a host of comforting emails. I'm just leading up to this...my compensation: the IMDB.com discussion boards. Debating and discussing with my fellow film geeks, I'm enveloped in the warm arms of their understanding and love...well, when they agree with me. But, even when they don't, I still enjoy the slap of their dissent and then the overwhelming urge to prove them wrong. And, I really like talking about movies...

Anyway...

Wednesday, January 18, 2006



A few years ago, while at the Spanish Fork hot pots with some friends, we saw a young fellow with "Do Not Resuscitate" tattooed onto his right pec. This, of course, sparked all sorts of wonder and speculation, but the fellow was elusive and a little intimidating and none of us had the guts to do anything about it so... He was simply added to the tomes of hotpot legend and lore.

Flashforward to a year later...

We're at the same hotpots again and, lo and behold, walking down the trail comes the same guy! This time my brother-in-law is along for the ride and having heard the legend is determined to solve the mystery that has been stumping us all for a year. Matt approaches the guy and in a friendly way questions the meaning of the tattoo. As if to shroud himself in further mystery, the fellow shrugs off all questioning and stand-offishly yields no information! He and his butterfly-tatted girlfriend venture off into hitherto unexplored regions leaving us more confounded than ever.

Flashforward to a few years later...
Today.

Images of the tattoo randomly appear in my head and I'm suddenly impelled by some unseen force to search the Internet for any clues that might reveal some clues to the nature of that mysterious guy when I stumble upon this:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/2819149.stm

Apparently, DNR tattoos are envogue amongst the ranks of retired/retiring medical workers. They don't want their wishes to be overlooked so what more blatant way to state to an EMT that you don't wanna be resuscitated than to have it written directly on your chest? This, although unorthodox, makes some amount of sense, but, why a seemingly heathly 20-something would do it, does not. And why a seemingly heathly 20 something in Utah would have done it at least 5 years before it become an international trend is enough to keep one up at night.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006



I've become a sleepy person.

This is sort of hard for me to come to terms with because I never used to fit into this category. Coming from a guy who worked graveyards in college garnering only 4-6 hours of sleep a night while still feeling okay is strange. Now, I sometimes can sleep anywhere from 8 - 11 hours a night. Wow.

It might not help that even though we've set the thermostat to 66, for some bizarre reason besides heat rising, it's still 80 degrees upstairs where we sleep. Or, it may be contingent upon the fact that our bed is nestled in an archetectural anomaly of nook resembling a cave. I dunno.

All I know is that I like to sleep now.
And I blame Ali.

Monday, January 09, 2006

Over the break...

Number of movies watched: 8

Number of Video Games passed: 6

Number of treats gobbled: 1,789

Cost?
Probably my eternal soul.

It's good to be back in school.