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Let's talk a little bit about me. Yesterday I was talking to a friend of mine about how I have nothing going on in my life. Crappy job. Failed out of school. No relationships to even joke about. In short, if you took off your shades, my future would still not be bright. Being a generally positive person, I tried to think of something that may be good about the future. I thought to myself,

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I spend a lot of time in the nerdier parts of the world. I am myself a nerd. And I have the privilege of associating with and observing many other nerds. Before I dive into my thought, I would like to take a detour to discuss some social stigmas. As a general rule, people are defined by their activities. This is not an all encompassing rule, but it pretty much holds true. Play sports,

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It has been some time since I have written a post. It has been some time since I have had any thoughts worth writing. But last night I was privy to an interesting discussion. In my wanderings about Provo, I came across a book club discussion. They were discussing a book written by a prominent atheist whose name I didn't quite catch. The discussion wandered around for a little, touching on

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It is Christmas. I am going to present to you a list of things. It may be related or it may not be. Either way, here it is: 1) My mother will always react to me as though I were 14. Regardless of my age or my action, everything I do is childish. 2) Coffee shops are the best places in the world. They serve as combination study house, social house, food house...they are wonderful and

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I would like to take this moment to discuss something we are all familiar with. Something you should be doing daily. Something that has been around since the first humans, and probably before. Something that is simpler than sneezing, but when done correctly, has the power to change the world. What could this be?? What in the world is he talking about?? I am talking about the hug. Yes, the

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Okay, so I got bored the other day and decided to write some acoustic fantasy rock. With a little inspiration I got something going. However, I only got a little bit of the lyrics done before I ran out of fantastical juice. Below I will post what I have, and I ask that you all contribute whatever you can, keeping in mind that it is intentionally overdramatic and ridiculous. Try to think "

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So, today I was looking at the facebook pictures of a friend. I won't say who, because I don't want anyone to feel bad that it wasn't them. Anyway...I was going through her pictures and I thought to myself, "Wow...she really is exemplary of beauty." (Yes, that is how I talk in my head.) And I began to wonder why. I have decided that the reason she is so spectacularly gorgeous is because of

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"Every human being has duties to be performed, and, therefore, has need of cultrivating the capacity for doing them.An hour wasted daily on trifles or indolence, would, if devoted to self-improvements, make an ignorant man wise in a few years, and, employed in good works, would make his life fruitful, and death a worthy havest of worthy deeds. Fifteen minutes a day devoted to self-improvement,

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Listen to this while you read: Music is an inarguable important part of our lives. Every generation has the music it prefers. But some generations have music that lives on. Every so often, a musician surfaces who's influence is greater than average. A musician who's influence inexorably penetrates every corner of society, effecting an entire generation of musicians. I would like to

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When is the last time you sang? I mean really sang. Just let go of everything and shouted at the top of your lungs type of singing. How about dancing. When is the last time you really let your body dance?Dancing and singing are what I have identified as the two most natural forms of human expression. Why did I pick these two? Watch these videos:These kids were not thinking about what people

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I love music. And because I love music, I love sharing good music with people. So, in this post I am going to share some music I like with you all. I hope you at least give it a listen, even if you don't like it.First on our list is Chris Merritt. My friend Beau has been trying to get me to listen to this guy for ages, and this summer I finally gave him a listen. I have to say, I was

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The interesting thing about the internet is that it has given everyone a unique new way to waste time. I don't mean that the internet is new. What I mean is, in the ever-expanding interweb, there is something to be found that will interest you. Something that will catch your attention for hours at a time without you even realizing it. Perhaps you are a person who loves Facebook. I know I have

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I have come to a conclusion. It is based on years of evidence. I am convinced that this is the only explanation for the phenomenon. What phenomenon? Let me explain.If I sit in an empty room, surrounded by empty chairs, the seats next to me will be the last seats occupied. This is always true. For example, in my Econ class on Tuesday, I saw Karen from my ward. She looked at me, and I said

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Let us mull over the thoughts in my head. I have been thinking lately about people's intentions. To be specific, I am thinking about how a person's actions speak volumes about them. All too often these actions do not agree with the words of the individual. People often say they care about someone while at the same time falling through on commitments with said person. I am not talking about

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I wanted to share with you a bit of what I am reading, because I quite like it.Gifts to and fro help a friendship endure.To a friend be a friend and give gift for gift;Jest should be taken with jest, wile with wile.To a friend be a friend, both to him and his friend; But to enemy's friend, be not bound by friendship.If you know a friend, believe in him and desire his goodwill, Go share his tastes

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These are songs I have put together to brighten your day. It is by no means a comprehensive list of all happy songs ever, but it is a good collection nonetheless. I dare you to listen to the whole playlist and be cranky at the end (contrary people need not take this challenge). So, that being said, enjoy chair dancing (or regular dancing) to this list of happy.

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We live in a society that seems to be full of people who are unwilling to be vulnerable, who are too easily offended and who are horrified that they might give reason for others to feel offended. While none of these qualities are evil of themselves, they have become so prevalent in the world in which I live, that they are almost crippling. Nobody can say or do anything because somebody else

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This is a chai latte. Although not all chai lattes are blessed with antennae like this one, they are almost all delicious. Why am I making you look at this tasty dactyl? Because it is a starting point for my thought. The other day I was having a conversation with somebody (Russell maybe?) and were discussing coffee shops and the people who frequent them. I mentioned that I happen to enjoy

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Those who know me would probably agree that I am a fairly confident fellow. I carry myself pretty confidently, and I am comfortable with my appearance. I like my hobbies and the person they make me. Generally, I feel that I can say I actually truly like me. But I noticed tonight that I still feel that I am undeserving of so much in life. A group of people I know went on a bike ride tonight

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Occasionally, life presents you with something rather desirable. Sometimes, life, the middle-aged meddler, will present you with something else at the same time that is perhaps more desirable, though less obtainable. (Oh! I love the Pumpkins. 1979, sing to me) The problem with this scenario is that usually we have to choose one or the other. An example would be, "Do you want to very probably

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Lately, I have found myself wanting more out of life. I am not happy with climbing three times a week and spending the rest of my time essentially immobile, in one activity or another. Sure, I go on the occasional weekly bike ride. Sure, I go slacklining monthly. But I'm just no happy with the way things are. I have met quite a number of people lately who are well traveled and well

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Much of music today is the same. It is remarkably hard to come up with a song that won't cause someone to say, "Hey...that sounds a lot like Martyr Killer." (I made that band up, I think. Although metal-heads everywhere are already forming that band). For example, this guy sounds pretty much exactly like this guy. But I have decided that this is okay. If you like it from one source, why

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Attractive women have power. You may not agree with me. If you're an attractive woman (you probably don't think you are, even if it's true), you may not agree with me. But it is true. I can attest to that fact. Science has attested to that fact. Just to be sure, I spent the last hour and a half researching the topic in various scientific journals. And the fact exists that beautiful people

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This is the coolest picture ever.

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DISCLAIMER: THIS BLOG EXISTS FOR ENTERTAINMENT. MOST OF THE POSTS ON THIS BLOG CONTAIN PHILOSOPHICAL MUSINGS MIXED WITH HUMOR. THIS POST CONTAINS NO HUMOR. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Pretty much any time I go to Smith's the person I am with points out the fact that I seem to know everyone in the store. While this is not true, I certainly know a lot of people. I like to make friends and keep

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This is a declaration. But it is a declaration that needs to be preceded by some thought. I feel confident in saying that the world could benefit from everyone in it being more loving. If more people made their decisions based on love, rather than greed, ambition, anger, etc., I think the world at large would be greatly improved. So, in the interest of filling the world with a bit more of "

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I love to climb. I love it outside, I love it inside, I love it on rocks or plastic or concrete or pretty much anything with friction. But bouldering has a place all its own. Bouldering is unique in that it is both extremely powerful and physically demanding. And at the same time, it is one of the most creative activities I have ever pursued. A boulderer can stand in front of a giant chunk

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I have found that sometimes I really just don't want to study. Starting Monday....no, Teusday, I will begin to be the most studious person you know, excluding my room mates.

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I just wanted to share this with you. This guy, is amazing, and he comes with an amazing band. Enjoy this.Check this Video Out

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Sometimes, I feel like Life is a mid forties woman who has just become totally bored with her own life. To make up for her boredom, she comes up with creative ways to toy with those of us who can't alter the universe. I think she takes especial pleasure in toying with me. Not torturing. Toying. One of her favorite tricks is to present to me something new. Usually, this something is

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I have just had a truth confirmed to me:Improving a relationship between two people is most effectively done by building your personal relationship with God. The qualities that develop from this relationship with deity will translate into a more loving, forgiving and serving relationship.

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I am not a beautiful an unique snowflake. Heck, I'm not even a snowflake. But what I am is an outdoorsman. I might even say that I am the most important kind of outdoorsman. I will never bag a first ascent of any massive boulder. I won't be the man who summits Everest or McKinely or even Timpanogos. But what I will do is keep the outdoor industry alive. There are quite a number of us

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I deeply love the feeling of taking a huge drink of water and feeling the cool liquid send a wave of refreshment through my body.

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I think inside of everyoneIs a poem waiting patiently.It may not be a work of art,But it should express sufficientlyThe thoughts and feelings of the oneWho wrote the bloody thing.In fact, it may not be a poem,But rather it could be a film.Perhaps the one in question hereLoves cooking clay inside a kiln.And from the fire beauty comes;It is beautiful to him.The message that I'd like to shareThrough

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I would like to restate the old adage that good things come to those who wait. It may not be what you were waiting for, but I should be pretty good, nonetheless.

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There are choices in life that make you happy and choices that don't. We all know this. We all wonder why we can't make more of the happy ones. I think I have found the answer. Its because nobody wants to sacrifice. Making the right choice, the one that will make us happy, always involves some sort of sacrifice. Perhaps you don't see it, but you always give something up when you make a

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We look at life through lenses. Each lens is crafted of certain beliefs, ideas, experiences....they can be formed from anything. For many years of my life I used the lens of cynicism. Looking at life through this lens, I found myself becoming hateful and aggressive. Luckily I realized that wasn't the best way to go through life, so I changed to the lens of Taoism. Accepting things as they

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Hmmmnnmmm.....So, I was tagged in one of those notes where you are supposed to write one of your own if you were tagged, and then tag other people. I usually ignore those, except that this one wasn't dull and stupid like so many of them are. So, I am going to let my mind wander and see what comes out. (Disclaimer: I have to edit my thoughts, or else I get myself into some pretty sticky

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There is a purity of feeling and emotion that you can only get through unfettered creation. Nobody is looking or listening. Nobody is judging. Only you and your expression exist. You focus totally in your moment and you feel something in your center build and build and suddenly it reaches a critical point where it becomes simply a conduit. A conduit that channels all your feeling and emotion

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First of all, let me admit something. I feel a little cheap sometimes that I often only have deep thoughts after being assigned some reading for school. But props to the teachers for giving good readings.Now, let me begin with a story:A long time ago, in a galaxy far,far away, the Republic was recovering from a war they almost lost with the Mandalorians. Taking advantage of its weakened state

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Because I am single and wish to be otherwise, I think often about marriage. I think about whether or not I am properly preparing myself. I think about what I need to do to get myself into one. I think about the people I know who have succeeded or failed before me. And none of this thinking leads to any sort of conclusion. I am left only with questions and musings. in this wondering, I came

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I have decided I should tell you why I am a good person. I am a good person because I am so self-sacrificing. Now wait, don't start laughing derisively until I explain myself. I am the kind of person who doesn't do things just because I want them. If someone asks me if they should buy something that I really would love to use, I don't just tell them to buy it. I give them actual good advice.

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Infatuation: a foolish and usually extravagant passion or love or admiration; puppy love: temporary love of an adolescent; an object of extravagant short-lived passion. Some infatuations last longer than others. Some last a week, others last long enough to lead to a foolhardy and short lived marriage. And yet, all too often we confuse this infatuation with love. I myself have been guilty

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Excuse me, my good sir, but would you like to go riding today?--Why certainly. I have let far too much time pass since I have enjoyed equestrian pursuits.Very good. Shall I come around 8 then?--Yes, yes. Jolly good.(some hours later....)--I'll be dashed if this isn't the most pleasant thing I've done all summer. Wait, I think I'll say all year. Yes, this is the most pleasant thing I've done

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Never get your hopes up. It sounds so negative, doesn't it? Well, I don't mean it that way. I just mean don't get your hopes up. Don't get so worked up wishing for something that when it doesn't happen you get all sad and depressed. I can't count how many times I have been made sad because I got excited about something that, logically, I knew would never happen. So, because of this, I say

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Its late, but I have aught to say. We live in a consumer driven society. Basically our entire economy is based around us buying things. We also live in a society that, due to staggering advances in technology, is more productive than any society previous. In fact, if we wanted to compare today with the 70's, it would only take 20 hours today to produce on an equal level with the 70's. And

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I have spent quite a bit of effort in my life being satisfied with what I have and where I am. As we all know, it is not easy to do. There will always be someone with a better car, a better job, a better hobby. (in all cases, replace better with "better") If we continue to look to others to judge our own success and state of achievement, we will always be found wanting. I think one of the

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Is there any benefit to always making the responsible choice? If I spend the rest of my life always doing what "should" be done, will I be satisfied with myself? Will I regret that I never hitch-hiked around the country? Will I wish that I had splurged on a cruise or a trip to Kalymnos? What is the benefit of living by your whimsy? So you become a better person because you were homeless in

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Let us look for those around us who could use our support.

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Tonight I went with Matt to an Old Crow Medicine Show concert, and I have to say, those guys put on a better show than Cheap Trick, Blue October and Sevendust combined. They got some real soul and fire in their music. Tons of fun to watch. But, as you know, when I am in these masses of humanity I always get thoughtful about myself and who I want to be. I look around at all of these people

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Shena brings up a good question: if there were no expectations and no taboos, what would I want? I spend a lot of time in my life thinking about all of the things I do. I think about all of the things I want and how they effect my choices. Actually, more often than not, I think about how the things I want effect how I feel about what I have already done. Quite frequently I have found that

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If I were to look inside you, what would I find? And don't tell me I'd find your colon, because I wouldn't. I don't even know what it looks like. What I mean to say is, if I were able to see your motivations, what would I see? If I could see what you really, truly wanted, what would it be? I think, sometimes, we trick ourselves into believing that we want something just because we know it is

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Its pretty good. Yes, all told, life is pretty good. I say this because I am living a fairly righteous life. Because I am spending so much time rock climbing. Because I am given the opportunity to be outside, either on bike or on foot, in the perfect whether Provo gets in the fall. I am managing to stay caught up in all my classes so far.On a related note, let me share with you some quotes:"

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There is a story about three individuals, Body, Mind and Spirit. They were the closest of friends. They shared a friendship that filled each with joy. A joy that shone like a light from inside. They made choices. Choices that left behind a withered relic of a friend. These choices were despised. They were looked upon as the most base and evil act, yet they were frequently indulged.

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Remember when you were a child and you saw your first mohawk? I was that guy this weekend. Some friends and I went to Moab, Utah for the weekend and I decided it would be fun to field test the mohawk for a while. After five days with a hawk, the conclusion was reached that I don't want to be one of those guys. Having a mohawk automatically lumps you in to a group of people. People who don't

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The internet gives us access. It gives us access to the stupid. It gives us access to the brilliant. It also allows people to share those things that they think are important. To share those projects that they put hours of their life into, simply because they love it. I would like to share some of those with you. This is a webzine a friend of mine runs that deals with the world of art.

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The art of rock climbing fills my soul with satisfied contentment. The act of rock climbing with friends fills my left over soul space with joy.

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Once again, I am listing things that make me happy. Some people might wonder why I take time to do this. If you are one of those people, try it. Then you will understand.1) Babies. Brand new babies are wonderful reminders of what we are trying so hard to become. No, we aren't all trying to be babies. We are all trying to be as pure and loving as babies. Also, we are trying to identify all

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It is time once again to tip my brain stew over the table of my blog and see what thoughts spill out. I like my job. Mostly because I like the guys I work with. They are all really cool dudes. And they are nice to me, and treat me like a cool dude as well, which makes me happy inside. The other day, I was talking to one of them, Chris, and as I listened a thought came to my head. This

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There is a 12a* top rope route at The Quarry climbing gym. I have climbed it three or four times. I can get all the way to the last four moves with relative ease. Sometimes I fall off here, sometimes I don't. BUT....the last three holds are cruel jokes. You see that wheel on your mouse? Look at it from the side. See how far it sticks out? That is what I am trying to grab onto. I am

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Lets see if I can get this out properly....I feel like today's society is over-sexualized. I also believe that this comes in conjunction with a negative gender role reinforcement. Let me attempt to state my case.On facebook I am friends with some of my little brother's friends. Before you judge me, let me say that I used to oversee (babysit) them before they were old enough to obtain facebook

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You know what I love? Not being dead. Lets review together, in the order they randomly pop into my head, the benefits of this un-dead condition. Listen to this while you read.1) My cousin Kellie. Kellie is always so positive and full of the joy of life that you can't help but have your spirits lifted in her presence. 2) The book "How to Win Friends and Influence People." You may ask, "why

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Contents: 1) Jackson Hole2) DatingAllow me to protest. I have just returned from Jackson Hole Wyoming. I do not want to be back in Provo. I had too much fun being outside all day and hiking and biking and climbing. It was a perfect life. I found that I am a person who loves to be outside doing those things. There is something about being in nature that just...I don't really know how to

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How does my sister always manage to call me at the most inopportune times? I always have to end the conversation quickly and it makes me feel like a total ass. Am I always going to be mean to people in my family? Am I mean to my mother? I am occasionally rude to my father, I know. Which brings me to one of those ridiculous worries we all have. Here is mine: Am I an incurable asshole? I

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First things first. I am totally loving this song right now. I was singing it in my head the whole day at work. Listen to it while you read.This is something I read once, and I found it to be most interesting. It was the spark behind quite a bit of thinking on my part. I wanted to share it with everyone. By everyone, I mean the two or three of you who might read this. Eventually, I will

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Daniel Hallam Steinbeigle is a sissy. He also prefers to be called Dan. But he is still a sissy. I say this because I started a job last week. Eight hours a day, 40 hours a week. This alone has left me completely exhausted. I am not sure why or how, but I no longer seem to be able to do anything once I return from work. Perhaps it is the waking up at 6. Perhaps the doing of actual work.

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That's what I love about blogging. I get to express myself to the entire world, and no one ever reads it. There is no more perfect way to clear your thoughts. But, moving on....I know them. I went to high school with Kimber (the girl. And I didn't really go to high school with her. But we had some classes together). I worked with Levi after high school at the trailer factory in La Grande.

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I have just returned from an Aquabats concert. I can say, without reservation, it was one of the greatest experiences of my life. I love the Aquabats!!! Yes, the Bat Commander is getting older. Yes, Jaime the Robot is equally old. But they still put on some kind of wonderful show. They were awesome. I will say, however, that the crowd made me a bit thoughtful. You know how I get. All

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It seems like whenever I get my hopes up, something comes along to bring them promptly back down. I feel like this happens to most people. Its sort of one of the themes of life. And yet, we continue to get our hopes up. Why, just today, my hopes were brought low and made dusty. And in this moment right now, I am getting them back up again. Why? Because that's what we do. It is part of

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Last night, Matt, Linden and I decided to go hiking. We hiked Stewart falls because it is easy, short, and it was night. It could not have been a more perfect night for hiking. A light breeze...a full moon....warm.....perfect. On the walk back, I stopped several times, totally at random, just to stand still and enjoy the perfection. At the middle of the hike, when we were at the falls, we

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Two things:1) I seem to be addicted to tearing myself down. I realized this walking down the darker streets of Provo on what might well be a perfect summer night. I seem to do some pretty good thinking when I'm outside at night. I should make it a habit.2) For the last week or so, I have felt perpetually like I was suffocating. (I spelled that word hearing Brian Regan say it in my head) I

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People buy blood. Its true. Okay, not totally true. They only buy part of the blood. The plasma part. But they still buy it. I walked through Provo Old Town today. It is beautiful. The thing that made it beautiful was the landscaping. All the trees and shrubs and grass. Beautiful. As I walked, it occurred to me that if you were to remove all the industrialized, man-made crap from off

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Conversation is an interesting phenomenon. It only really has two manifestations. There are conversations that fill time. These can be either exciting, or less than exciting. And then there are the conversations that stimulate thought. While the former is more common, (overwhelmingly so) the latter is of far greater value. Now, I am not saying that there is no place in this world for

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My name is Dan. I know a girl named AricaMy middle name is Hallam. One of my friends is named Cody.http://barefootblog.wordpress.com/I also know a future advertising exec, a fashion goddess, several professional musicians, a photographer, couple of models, a movie maker, one person who helps troubled youth, and a wilderness adventure guide. All of these people have embraced something inside of

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There are those times in life when you are very pleased that you are not another person. Like, every time you hear Phil Collins music. Life is so much better, not being Phil. But I speak today of a more specific moment and person, who's life I witnessed take a displeasing turn today. I went rock climbing with my friends today, all of whom are experienced climbers. Not pros, or anything, but

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Please go here:http://www.gjallarhorn.com/musicvideo.htmlExperience their music. Experience pearls.Dan(experience pearls? what the hell is he talking about?)

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And moreover, I would desire that ye should consider on the blessed and happy state of those that keep the commandments of God. For behold, they are blessed in all things, both temporal and spiritual; and if they hold out faithful to the end they are received into heaven, that thereby they may dwell with God in a state of never-ending happiness. O remember, remember that these things are true;

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I moved. I no longer live where I once lived. It is an odd sensation, moving. I have come away with this experience with the reaffirmed thought that what people crave most is stability. I once read a story by Orson Scott Card. In this story, he depicted a world where the government had grown too powerful. Where corruption was the political system. Where the masses were downtrodden and

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Occasionally, I start to think. Usually this is a total accident. Last time I was thinking my brain-mission (like a transmission for your thinker) popped out of gear and started spinning. When I finally regained control, I found myself thinking about a story I once heard about a little boy. This little boy began to get sick. Nobody knew why. After a while, he was taken to the doctor, who

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"Hey, Dan. Why are you writing a blog post today?""What? I need a reason? I dunno...just felt like typing a bit."So, I just finished an evening of Bowling and Denny's. I capitalized Bowling so that I could have two words in caps...Anyway, I have this to say about bowling. People are good. You know how normally my inner asshole gets the better of me and I dislike people and want to hit them?

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I have something rather embarrassing to say. On Saturday, I quit playing World Of Warcraft. Every conference, I get that feeling that I should give up the video gaming, and I never do. But this time is different. This time, I did. Here is the embarrassing bit. I quit Saturday. Sunday, after conference, I had no idea what to do with my time. There was so much of it, I realized that I could

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So I was in the library today with my friends Ryan and Leslie, and we decided to take advantage of Leslie having no real sense of social normalcy to take an impromptu poll. We asked girls how many dates they get asked on in a week. I have created a poll here to allow the survey to continue: Please, ladies. Vote. I would love to have some actual data to work with. In addition, I asked girls

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So, I wrote this song yesterday. Originally, I began to write because I was accidentally watching tv and I heard, in the background of a commercial, a song with what I thought were the lyrics "pumpkins on fire." So I went into my room and started a song with the words "pumpkins on fire." It was fun and flirty (flirty?) but as I moved along in the process, I realized that the song also had an

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I just watched Star Wars again. I realize that Episode 1 was not nearly up to par with the original three, but it turns out, I love Star Wars so much that I love that movie. It is phantasmic. I loves it. But really....I have this bad habit of thinking. I call it bad, because I never think about things that pertain to my present situation. I often think about things like robots and where the

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So, today I took a date to the ballet. Personally, I love the ballet. I think it is beautiful and classy. (Incidentally, my date was also beautiful and classy). Before I progress my thinking any further, I feel I should say that I enjoyed my date. I have never spent time around said female that I did not enjoy. That being said, allow me to delve deeper into my thoughts. I am old. Perhaps

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Yesterday, over at that blue apartament complex that Kara, Kate, Lexy and Neisah (names in alphabetical order) live in, Christian and Lexy were comparing blogs. All that talking about blogs made me feel left out. Like all humans, I have the need to belong so I have decided to start a blog for Lexy and Christian to read (others are also welcome, but secondarily) at their leisure. In the future,

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