Friday, December 31, 2010

To New Adventures, but not quite yet.

I think there's a certain art to putting off packing. I think this has a bit to do with the fact that you're not just putting off packing. You're putting off everything packing represents: leaving, starting new things, growing up. It's like putting off all the existential questions of life. All this while listening to muse and updating a blog.

Happy 2011

Monday, December 27, 2010

The Bike Lesson

I've been having a lot of fun with some of the programs that come with Macbook. One of the best is iMovie. After making a foray in the film trailer making business, i was playing around with some of the old clips of isaac learning to ride a bike. In garageband, i was playing around with audio editing, so i threw Chariots of Fire behind one of the clips to use. After that, this was sort of inevitable. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Three French Hens

I started working on a christmas post a few days ago, but then i got distracted by Christmas. Christmas was awesome, and I got everything I wanted. My parents are the best. I'm hoping next christmas I'll have some spare money and actually be able to get people stuff. I feel like sort of a spoiled punk.

Life is pretty great, I'd say. This whole Macbook thing is awesome. I have to say it is every bit as good as all the mac fans made it sound, and I don't regret spending a few extra hundreds on a computer that works and makes me happy when I use it. Today I was playing with GarageBand, which is just super fun.

In other news, BYU Takeoff in T-minus 4 days. That's intense. We were talking about where we want to be a year from now. This is going to be a big year. I could be engaged in a year. It's not like it's on my goal sheet, but it's not entirely unlikely. That just blows my mind.

My goal for this year is to kick butt in college (that is to say work hard and get A's and get a scholarship so I don't have to be so pobrezinho.). I want to know what my Major is, and I'd love to know what my career will be. But either way, looking forward, I know life is going to be so completely different from what it has been for the past couple years.

As I was coming to the end of my mission, I came to the surprising realization that all that was left was real life. All my life I've had mission as a sort of buffer between me and the rest of life. That was the plan: Get through high school, get into college, go on a mission. The rest came after.

So now all that's left is the rest, and now that i'm getting a look at this 'rest,' I'm realizing how intimidating it is. There are some big choices to make. Just figuring out what I'm going to do for the rest of my life is (as you might expect) going to have a big effect. Then this whole marriage thing. That's even bigger. You can retire from your career, or you can change careers, and you can retire, but there aren't many decisions that are as long lasting or influential as marriage. Even things like getting money and finding a place to live and cooking and such suddenly seem so much more real. I'm going to have to get health insurance, and a bank account, and do my taxes.

In short, adulthood. It really creeps up on you.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Christmas Time is Here

Christmas doesn't feel quite the same this year. When I was younger, i would make an itemized list of roughly a thousand things i wanted, in order of importance. On Christmas I would never know which of those things i'd get. It was always a big surprise when i opened my Gameboy, or a Puppy, or a bowling pin and a gallon of water.

This Christmas, I already know what about all my presents are going to be, because i've already chosen and purchased them, I'm missing the mystery and anticipation. But we'll see, my parents are pretty crafty.

I guess this Christmas is sort of a weird one though, because i had a couple, rather expensive things, that I needed and wanted very badly. I guess next year i could go back to wanting lots of small things. It's not like i've matured all that much.

In related news, I bought a MacBook! I think Mac owners are so funny. It feels like I'm joining either a very exclusive society, or a support group. People are so happy, congratulating me and saying I won't regret it. Choosing a computer is not generally cause for congratulations. That said, I am super excited to have a Mac, which should arrive on tuesday, just in time to open it four days before Christmas. Just that fact that there's a box in Newark, NJ with my Macbook inside is somehow empowering. I've been debating whether or not it was worth it for several weeks now. Yesterday I was looking at it, and told my mom how much it would cost me, and she said, "great, get it." So I did. It's funny because it's not like she was saying, "great, i'll buy it for you." but apparently that afirmation was the tiny push i needed. It was sort of frightening how easy it was to spend over a thousand dolllars that i don't have, but I got a low interest loan from The Parents' Bank, and they are good creditors.

Yesterday I played a duet with Isaac in his piano recital. It was the first time I performed in a real recital setting since i graduated high school. It made me remember all the recitals and concerts and festivals I did. I really do miss piano. That's what i realized yesterday. So once again I have these vague plans of getting back into the habit of practicing and learning new pieces. Hopefully it will stick this time. I don't want to add piano to the list of things I used to do well and now do marginally ok.

~The Pianist, Consumerist, Happiest Me

Wednesday, December 8, 2010


Recently I've had a shift from doing nothing to being extremely busy. This has resulted in an absolute lack of blog posting, first because i had nothing to write, and then because i didn't have time to write. I'm sure this has passed unnoticed, since i don't think my reader pool is too deep.

These days, I've been spending my time in a small corner of the music library at harvard. That sounds like the beginning of a really good story. In fact, I've just been standing over a scanner mindlessly scanning book after book on assyriology, which is the study of ancient mesopotamia. Duh.

As i've been doing this, i've been listening to a lot of This American Life, around 6 hours a day. All this has put me in the mood for story telling which is unfortunate, because there just aren't many interesting stories to tell about scanning books from 9 to 5.

In contrast to the monotony of scanning, I've been riding my bike to and from harvard with Logan. I haven't fallen yet, although no less than once per day I barely escape what seems like would definitely be certain death. The bike is fixed gear, which aside from all the lightness and simplicity that Logan loves, has the side effect of not really being able to stop. You can't even stop peddling. Both of those are things i would usually do to cope with impending death, and lacking these, i find that my only option is to keep going. Today on the way home, a car pulled in front of logan without warning. Logan was a good 10 feet a head of me, and he's a bit better at this whole thing, so he managed to stop behind the car, which was taking up all of the car lane and most of the bike lane. The car for whatever reason, stopped. I sped through the little gap the car had left and got past it, the whole time squeezing the hand brake, which was super; it didn't stop me of course, but it did add a great squealing noise that made the whole thing that much more dramatic.

This story may be reflecting an unwarranted amount of skill on my part, shooting through this tiny gap while Logan got bogged up in traffic. The truth is, had that tiny space not been there, I would have run into the car, or vice versa, and for that matter, the 'tiny space' was probably less tiny and more spacious than my memory would suggest. Nevertheless, the whole thing was pretty exciting.

Actually, as I think about it, the experience feels surprisingly similar to snowboarding, especially since it is literally freezing cold outside.

You would never guess how physically exhausting scanning books all day long is, but it really is one of the more tiring jobs I've done, but I can't complain, I'm making $10 an hour, which from where I am in life seems like a lot of money for performing menial labor, while listening to This American Life.