Dear Salt Lake drivers...

...it is a curious thing that on a nice spring morning when it just happens to be snowing, our feet all seem to forget how to press the gas pedals in our cars. Tell me, for how many years has it snowed it Utah? Countless. How many times have we driven in the snow? Countless. How much experience do you have driving in the snow? A LOT.

I mean, I know snowy roads can be dangerous, most the time it scares me to drive on them, too. But I don't understand why when I get out on the wet freeway road that is just wet, not even snowy or icy, we all have to drive like we're in a neighborhood. Just like I don't understand why when I'm driving south into Utah County, suddenly everyone starts driving like they're 99 years old, scared to go more than 60 miles per hour, even those in the left hand fast lane.

It's an inexplicably puzzling issue that may or may not have come about due to my annoyance that it was 60 degrees yesterday and 30 degrees today. And I even love snow. But I really just want to have a nice spring evening game of baseball in a fun little park and this snow is preventing that from happening.

What to do...what to do...

Guest post: The Wagggssstaffferrr

An Elegant Torture*

Sometimes spring break seems like summer
just taunting, like "Hey, I am great, remember me?"
And at first you don't remember, cuz its been so long.
But soon you remember, and you let summer into
your heart. But then you have to leave it and go back
to school, but all you can think about is summer.
And it is an elegant form of torture for the next month
and a half, till you can be with summer again.

- Eric Maltomeal Wagstaff

*posted with the full permission of Mr. Wagstaff as procured by someone's devious electronically-faceted means of procurement. sort of.

Um...yeah, they're cool...

Top 3 Women from Subaru Freeskiing World Tour Championships at Snowbird, UT from Subaru Freeskiing World Tour on Vimeo.

Yep, yep, yep. They're pretty cool.

Bringin' the Heat

While we’re on the topic of men... So last night, I’m flipping through the channels looking for something interesting to watch and I come upon the Miami Heat v Orlando Magic game. Whoo! Not only was some good basketball being played, but how ‘bout them players! Way to go Miami (even though you lost in OT). So I go to www.nba.com/heat to find pictures for this post and some very appropriate music


plays while you look through these fine photos:

Daequan Cook

Mario Chalmers

Dwyane Wade

James Jones - It's like he jumped right out of the 50's

Oh, and not to mention Head Coach, Erik Spoelstra

Too bad their egos are even bigger than their salaries...

Let's get down to business

As I've strolled around campus this semester, filling my brain with gallons of meaningful knowledge I'm sure to use later in life, I've noticed something that frustrates me. Every once in a while, while walking through masses of teeming students, one stands out because they are...well...they're just hot. Or good looking, attractive, fetching. Take your pick. Most the time, the person doesn't even see you, which is fine, makes it easier to stare at him. But sometimes, you make eye contact and when that happens, you've got about .2 seconds to smile with your eyes and a little bit with your mouth (too much would be creepy) and make the best first impression you've ever made in your life before he looks you up and down, frowns and keeps walking. Big confidence booster right there.

But there are those select times when you make eye contact, smile a little bit and they actually smile back. You both keep walking, you sneak a glance back, see him glance back, too, and then you're walking on air for the rest of the day. Problem is when you realize that the chances of you ever seeing that person again are about as likely as my brothers not ever going bald. Then you might be like, well what the heck, that guy was really attractive and what if he's the one and I never see him again and then I never get married and I live alone and I die a virgin?! You might think that, but in my experience it's best to stay calm. Brush off the encounter, go on with your day, and never think of it again. Ahem.

Well yesterday, this same thing happened, but it was different. I was in the library, sitting with Jonathan and Stephen, having a pleasant conversation, when two guys walked past our table. I made eye contact with one and thought, hmmm, I'd like me some of that suga'. But I didn't smile. I kept watching him as he walked away and he sort of side glanced back, but when he saw I was watching him he tried to cover it up by checking his backpack. Sneaky boy. So then I was like, this is so sad, I'll never even see that guy again. Oh well. But then, then, I was studying at the Institute and you'll never guess who walked up those stairs. Sneaky boy! And guess what happened next. We made eye contact! And he tried to act all smooth by looking away and continuing to walk and then he ran into a chair. And I laughed inside. And as he walked down the hall, I looked at him again and caught him looking right back at me. He he.

So, now I have a small hope that I've broken the I-saw-a-hot-guy-today-but-I'll-never-see-him-again pattern. Will I see Sneaky Boy again? Who knows. But at least I know that out of the 30 thousand some odd people that pretend to be students at the U, there is a 1 in 30 thousand chance that I might see the hot ones more than once. That oughtta be enough to make me jump out of bed every morning.

สวัสดี ~ sawatdee

We may or may not be going to Thailand in two months...for two months...plus one...

we may or may not have booked a flight...
we may or may not care about school anymore...


we may or may not be ready for the spicy food...

we may or may not be excited to meet a new culture...


we may or may not be scared to fail at speaking their language...
we may or may not be excited to play with elephants...or scared sh@$less, look at that thing!...


we may or may not get kidnapped and sold into the slave trade of Burma...
we may or may not be stoked to get soaked in the rain...


we may or may not be thrilled to get out and away from Utah and life and everything...
we may or may not know what we're getting ourselves into...


actually, I know we don't...
but that's okay.


because it will be an excellent adventure.

'nuff said.

A Good Wednesday

One would think that after 10 years of living with a dog (note: not my brother(s)), a person would be smart enough to watch where one steps in the backyard.

But no, I have yet to learn to watch my step in my dog's gigantic bathroom.

A dog's business presents itself at the most inconvenient times, never when you have all the time in the world to clean it up, just when you're in a rush to get somewhere and you're already running late.

Or when you're in 2nd grade and after you come in from recess no one but annoying little flies that buzz around your shoes come near you for the rest of the day.

But you can't just not clean it up, especially when you track it through the house because that's just...well, smelly. And your mom will get super angry and the dog won't be the only one in danger of losing a head.

And if you're itching to ski but can't, watch this video that Jonathan posted as his video of the week. It's beautiful.

http://www.candidekamera.com/cinemaroom/intro/intro.html