"I can go the distance," said Herc.

"I can go the distance," said Herc.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

The Day the Music Died

"A long, long, time ago, in a galaxy far away, Naboo was under an attack...."

--What? That's not how it goes! For those of you who do not know or just don't appreciate the classics, Weird Al's "The Saga Begins" is not original. Just the lyrics are. For some reason, I've become quite enamored of the song "American Pie" lately. I looked it up and, according to Wikipedia, it's a rather interesting enigma of pop culture.

I put it in the music box to your right, ------------> So go press play and listen to the real version, the better one (though Weird Al's is still pretty dang good).

According to Don McLean, who wrote the song, it is about the plane crash that killed Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and The Big Bopper in 1959. It was the Day the Music Died. He also makes a ton of other allusions in the eight and a half some odd minutes this song goes on for, and people have been trying to figure out what they mean for the last 39 years. Don isn't telling. What do you think? If you didn't know much about pop culture, then it just sounds like he was high when he wrote these seemingly random lyrics. But underneath is something deep, something we all understand and can't quite grasp at the same time.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Get outta the cave!

M'kay. So I should be studying (I'm at the library, after all), but when I walked in there was this girl on Facebook and I couldn't help myself I just had to take "one Facebook break" and then of course that led to blogs and now here I am posting. Well, then I got the idea that while I'm posting I'll just study as I post! How will I do this? Kick back, people, you are about to learn some philosophy.

We have been studying, since the beginning of the semester, Plato's Republic. Sound boring? Not so! It's really fascinating. If you read this book you will definitely be a more educated person, and will be able to enter smart people circles and participate in philosophical conversation. It's only 303 pages long.

Tonight we will discuss the CAVE. Did you know we all live in a cave? Plato says (Through Socrates, the protagonist of the whole book. Sometimes I wonder if it is really just Plato's views, and not Socrates', that we are hearing, though my teacher would like to tell us otherwise. She is in love with Socrates.)--Socrates says--that each city, or community, is its own little cave.

Have you ever read or seen the City of Ember? I don't want to bring this up in my class for fear of sounding stupid, but it sounds like it to me.

So in this cave are people, shackled so they face one direction, the cave wall, and cannot turn their heads even so that the wall is all they can look at day in and day out. The only light is this fire (artificial light) above and behind, and it's only there so that shadows are cast by people walking by behind these people on a roadway. They are carrying artifacts that represent all the stories, norms, traditions, etc. that a community has. And those carrying these artifacts (the poets, say,) are whispering the stories as they go. These stories are not necessarily true, but because they are all that the shackled ones see on the wall and here behind them, to them the stories are true. Now, the one who really wants to (or has the higher ability to, as Socrates suggests) can break free of the shackles and make the ascent to the sunlight outside. Once he/she gets there, the sunlight blinds them. This is like reaching enlightenment. But does this person want to go back to the cave once they have adjusted to sunlight and learning about why things are as they are and seeing stars and a whole open, new world? No. They don't.

Confused? That's okay. Here is a picture someone drew for us on the internet.

You know how I can really confuse you, though? Here is a more complicated picture!

But it explains a lot more, doesn't it.

See, as I was saying, once the enlightened one (AKA: the Philosopher) gets out of the cave, he/she does not want to go back. The only reason they do is because they are the ones, according to Socrates, who are best suited to rule. They must lead the education of the young to produce more philosophers as well as continue the traditions of the city and ensure that everyone is just and does what they are best at. Socrates seems to suggest here that not everyone is going to make it out of the cave. Sort of an enlightenment for the fittest, anyone?

Anyhow, that concludes our discussion on philosophy tonight. Unless I find something else with which to confuse you.

Get outta the cave!

Friday, October 8, 2010

I got people, and they are the best!

I have the VERY BEST friends and family in the whole wide world ever! If you even try to compete with me, I will prove your wrong. First of all, my computer (bless its heart) is limping along and is just about kaput. So, my super awesome brother-in-law and his brother (my brother-in-law once removed?) have been taking time out of their busy schedules to try to fix it. Rock on!

Meanwhile, my dad, who is very attached to his laptop, is letting me borrow mine at school. Super dad!

And then, last weekend I found out just how great my friends are. I was expecting to go to the football game, then wake up early next morning and leave for home and spend a quiet (and somewhat lonely) birthday weekend with my family. To my surprise, (How could I have been so surprised? They are my friends after all.) we WON the football game for the first time against BYU in 17 years. I try to be humble, but I like to think that I had a hand in this.

Then, after that I got taken to Wingers with a bunch of cheery people late at night where we partied on different flavored lemonades, popcorn, and eventually regular food. I've never been to Wingers before, and I think I'll go back again. Those sticky chicken finger wing things were so delicious. And I got free pie! What I really like about getting free pie there is that unlike most restaurants where it is a single serving for only you, the pie is a giant piece with spoons for everyone. Sharing is caring and brings warm fuzzy feelings. :)

(Ah!!! I just sneezed. This had better just be my allergy pills wearing off and not Sophia's cold.)

Around midnight they closed after all the football fans were through celebrating. So, we were the last group to leave and the Wingers people were so nice about it. When I walked through the door in our dark living room, I saw dimly a big sign and streamers on the walls. "Oh, cute, guys," I was saying, and then Amber and Jared popped out! "Happy Birthday!" They made me a cake and gave me Battleship and Pokemon (apparently it's going to make a comeback. Lol.) and there was confetti EVERYWHERE. In my bed. On the floor. On the couch. On the counters. I woke up the next morning with confetti stuck to my skin; did you know that it stains? I've been waking up with random shaped pink blotches on my arms, legs, face, etc. all week. Ha, ha.

We were all tired and everyone went to bed after we lit the candles and sang. And that was just the beginning of the day. Next morning, Elise made me breakfast and our buddy Mark Houtz came over and we listened to conference and then beat up the pinata Amber got and everyone went their separate ways for the weekend. That night my parents took me to dinner and then we went to see The Scarlet Pimpernel, my favorite musical. And before that my mom and I went to Womens Night at Deseret Book where I won, believe it or not, a BYU cookbook. But don't worry, because I'm making it into an Aggie cookbook. "Helaman Hall Hoagies" is going to be "Old Farm Hoagies."

On Sunday I got to finally lay around (I don't do much of that lately) and just watch conference with my parents. I know I always complain about conference falling on my birthday, but I guess the best part about that weekend was conference. I really needed it. President Uchtdorf's talk was my favorite, but they were all fantastic!

That night, my super AMAZING family all got together. David came down from Logan, and Kathy and Richard came over, and we had lasagna for dinner. Richard and Kathy brought homemade peach cobbler and ice cream! And David gave me this really cool slim card holder that fits in my pocket, which is actually a cigarette holder he says but I don't care because it is just so pretty. And Kathy made me a cool purse that is so dang crafty. Seriously. If you want a cool purse, ask her to make it for you. (I don't know how much she charges for this, though.)

That weekend was the BOMB.COM. I even got to do some creative photography. Heidi asked me to take her roommate pictures for them and I think they turned out pretty good! They are really cute girls and very expressive too so that made it all the more fun.

Well, I should get back to writing my paper. I am already behind and if I could write it as easily as I wrote this blog post, then I would have it done by now.

Thank you, everyone! You all make such a positive difference in my life. It truly is a testimony to me that Heavenly Father will not let us be alone without people to comfort and support and encourage us.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Helloooo October!

Hey, October! It's nice to see you. How are ya doin? As I write this, I am trying my hardest to learn HTML for my Online Journalism class. It is nice, but I think I prefer having it automatically done for me in most cases. It's easier.

So life has been sucking a bit lately, but I am cheering up. Reading one of the latest posts, about the "Shine" song, made me feel somewhat better.

And can I just say that Pandora Radio has a sick, twisted sense of humor?

I am very excited for this weekend--not only because it is General Conference, but also because it is my birthday!!! I have the best family and friends in the world. They are going to keep me busy and cheerful. I am especially excited to listen to the words of the prophets, because they are the coolest old guys you'll ever meet on this earth. I know that watching this conference will provide answers, inspiration, and comfort.

Speaking of awesome friends, my buddy Elder Rowley sent me a package and I got it today. There was one of those funny Hoops&Yoyo cards where they sing "one, two, three, go! Happy birthday, happy birthday, la la la la la la la la..." to the La Cukeracha (I'm sure I spelled that wrong) tune. It cheered me up immeasurably. I don't know if I've mentioned my two best missionary friends (Seriously, they are just my friends), Elder Rowley and Elder Beach? They rock! I can't wait for them to get home so we can party.

Ha! You don't know this but I just used my mad HTML skills to make the word "just" underlined! Ha! I did it again. Okay this is way too fun.

SO, there is a gap under our front door, and tonight the wind is whistling out of the canyon (as usual) and blowing underneath, right at my feet! We need to get our fledgling managers to fix that. I feel bad for them. They are still learning how to do this manager stuff and we keep coming to them with problems. Can we help it if our apartment needs help? At least we don't have a mouse (unlike somebody I know.)

Well I think it is time for bed. Peace out, children.

Good night, Never Land!