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Ya, its that time of year.

FYI

I usually don't advertise on my blog, but since both of these are personal side projects, I feel justified.

First is a blog I created in response to my siblings requests to actually have a blog that documented what went on in my life (not just in my head). So I created Logg Blogg, please enjoy.


The second is a joint project with my friend Chris Tobler. We both love music and in an effort to share that love, we started an exclusively music-oriented blog. Whale in a cubicle. Be impressed by the amount of nerdery that went into figuring out the music player.
So if you enjoy music at all or are just curious, check it out.

Apparently, I now come with baggage

I'm in my office with the door wide open and I can hear all the conversations going on around me, I catch one half way through:

Guy: Ya, they just don't know how the world works.
Girl: They don't understand that some people argue, I'm glad I grew up in a home where my parents weren't afraid to yell at each other, they didn't keep it all bottled inside.
Guy: My mom wasn't some spineless woman, when she wanted something she made sure my dad knew it. I don't know how they live in such an oppressive environment.
Girl: Where are you from?
Guy: California. You're from Colorado right?
Girl: Ya. (Long Pause) I think Elder Oaks said something about how he was glad that he heard his parents arguing.
Guy: But he's not from Utah?
Girl: I don't think so.
Guy: People from Utah just don't understand the way a home is supposed to work, parents argue, husbands and wives argue, its a fact of life, you need to grow and understand how to resolve problems.........."

I stopped listening.
There are a lot of points you can pick out of this conversation, the primary being,
my life, and those of my siblings, are forever messed up due to the happiness of our parents and the healthy environment they raised us in.

And just to clear things up, Elder Oaks is from Provo.

Heaven is a Simple Place

Just two men, putting aside differences that may have complicated the past, enjoying each others company, celebrating their lives.
Black and white, white and black.
Blow out the candles and let the past be the past.
Happy birthday.

Concert Review

Last night, Stir It Up, a classic by the late Bob Marley was defiled.
It was ritualistically laid upon an altar of shame and perverted before my eyes.
The scene was indescribable, inexpressible, and unbelievable.
Why? Answer me Ivy League, why?
You danced around in your little argyle sweat suits and attempted to sing the words of a much greater man and like the rest of your kind, you failed.
You took a classic and corrupted it.
You took something I hold close to my heart and forever tainted it.
Congratulations, you taint.




And I mean 'taint' in every sense of the word.

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How I spent my Christmas Break