Blog War, Continued

http://heycomeontryalittle.blogspot.com/

In an effort to extend an olive branch of peace to my friend Garit, I have agreed to post his blog on mine. Garit, I hope this little gesture shows you my sincere desire to end this bloody blog conflict.

Blog Wars?

Garit brought out the Robocop "Dan is a woman" blast. http://theadventures.net/g/robocop.jpg I am concerned that this will quickly escalate. I have no doubt that our blog war will quickly spiral out of control, but I am drawn to this fight like a moth to a flame.

Urgent Message For Garit

Nobody on earth cares about science... Except politicians and people with incurable diseases....Flagellum!

ANNOYING

Just so you all know, when a salesman says "I'm not one of those high pressure salesmen," He is a high pressure salesman. He will keep dropping by even though your boss is out of town, and he will call you multiple times. He will drive you to the brink of insanity.

It is a strange phenomenon really. It happens all the time. "I'm not a racist, but..." means you are a racist and you are about to say something racist. "No offense, but..." means someone is about to be offended. "I am an honest guy..." means that you are a liar and are probably lying as we speak.

As a general rule, just know that the people who are honest, not racist, not offensive, and laid back salespeople, don't have to say that they are those things... They just are.

For all the rest of you, go kill yourselves... No offense.

Flood EP continued.

Thanks Garit for storing my mp3's on your blog.

Thanks Mike for making me a fancy Flood EP webpage. It is better than Garit's. But that doesn't make Garit any less of a person. Check out the link here:

http://realitydeviantpride.com/flood.html

Flood EP

http://theadventures.net/aad/Flood%20EP/

Check it yo.

6 hours... 5 songs... not quite an AAD, but I'll take it.
Thanks to Davy for the one word suggestion "Flood"
Rock and roll lives

A Monumental Purchase

I just received an order from Musician's Friend last night. I now am the proud owner of a cheap mixer, a condenser microphone, and a pop filter. I am excited to start on some projects next week. One of these highly anticipated projects is a musical concept introduced to me by Davy. It's called Album-A-Day, or AAD for short. http://crapart.spacebar.org/aad/ The basic idea is to create a full length album within a 24 hour window. The project has to be completely original, and unplanned. The vast majority of the submitted albums are total crap. They remind me of Ross playing the synthesizer on Friends. Yes, I watch Friends, kill yourselves. Anyway, the concept is tailor-made for people like me and Davy that dream big, but are quickly sidetracked. Anyway, When I'm ready to start up, I will get a one word suggestion from Davy, and I will base a full length album on it, to be completed within roughly 24 hours. I will keep you all up to speed. It will probably turn out to be a mess, but that's half the fun.

Spintrivia

Best picture ever... Hands down. This, ladies and gentlemen was a band picture from about seven years ago. It is the coolest picture ever. I'm surprised we didn't get famous from the picture itself. At the time we were Spintrivia. Members at one time or another included myself, Branden, Mark, Danny Kimball, and Ian. Ian was playing with us at this point, but we needed him to take the picture. Those unfamiliar with this groundbreaking musical force may be asking themselves, "Why did you name your band Spintrivia?" Well the answer is quite simple. We were playing Trivial Pursuit over at Mark's while we should have been practicing.... And Spin Hansen was killing us. Thus Spintrivia was born. Little remains to document this important chapter in musical history, but this picture stands as a testament and captures the essence of the coolest band in history.

Warrior's Walk

I went on a 50 mile ATV ride a couple of days ago. We made several stops at locations overlooking Zion's and a few other awesome views. Our main purpose however was to find the fabled "Warrior's Walk". My boss and guide, Tony has been riding in the area his whole life but had never been able to find it. After a few wrong turns and a bit of hiking, we found it.



Nobody knows who built a 100+ yard path of stones in the middle of freaking nowhere, or why, but it's a pretty safe bet it was Anasazi. In the background you can see Zion's. Maybe they were as impressed with the view as I was. The trail is on slick rock and is built of sandstone boulders with high iron content. these boulders resist erosion more than the weaker sandstone around them, and so they're left behind after everything else has eroded. Living down here has gotten me really excited about the history of the area, so this was by far the highlight of the ride.

Parowan Gap

I'm going to do some catching up here. During Spring semester, I went on an adventure up to Parowan to see my 3rd Great Grandfather, Priddy Meeks' cabin. I believe it's the oldest standing home in Parowan, as it was the first home built outside of the fort. Parowan was the first community settled in southern Utah. The church sent people down to establish an Iron industry. This community basically served as a springboard for the settlement of the rest of southern Utah. Here are some pictures of the cabin. From here Priddy and his family moved to Harrisburg near present-day Hurricane, and then on to Orderville.





After the cabin, I went west to the Parowan Gap, which was an important route for early explorers and settlers, and also the Paiute, Ute, and Fremont cultures for over a thousand years. It was held sacred by the Indians of the area. The Ute Chief Walker said that the gap was "God's own house". Anyway, for centuries, cultures traveled through the gap, and wrote on the walls. Some of the petroglyphs date back over a thousand years.



The petroglyph that looks like a V-shaped zipper below, is actually a solar calendar. The Fremont culture that lived in this area was very advanced.

Wireless-less in Kanab

So for a couple weeks I was offline in Kanab because I found out that the ISP's here are carpetbaggers. Anyway, unwilling and unable to pay the lucrative price for internet, I resorted to some experimentation. With several businesses with wireless in the area, I went to great lengths to pick up their signals. The whole experiment was a failure, but nobody can tell me that I didn't try. I have documentation.






Shortly after this pathetic last gasp attempt to procure internet, I put my computer in my office, so I at least have some access.

Update: Summer Homelessness

It turns out I will only be homeless for 3 days. I will probably be getting my computer this weekend.

Summer Plans: A brief stint as a homeless man.

So.... My job. It's been a great experience, and I've grown pretty close to a lot of the girls. It's to be expected that when you are working with troubled junior high aged girls there's going to be no shortage of drama. I didn't realize however that I had stumbled into a situation where administration, therapists, and lowly staff are vying for power and control, creating a somewhat uncomfortable situation. I don't quite recall the terminology, but I know that in economics each person has some type of threshold. Each person has a price at which they are willing to provide a service. Unfortunately the politics, the long commute, the lack of communication, and the strangely juvenile political game of cat and mouse that is being played by administration and therapists, and my boredom, have tipped the scales in favor of my decision to make my fortune elsewhere.

The day that the proverbial $%* hit the fan at work was also coincidentally the day that my uncle expressed interest in hiring me to help with his ATV tour/rental business down in the Kanab/Zions/Bryce/Grand Canyon area for the summer. It sounds like a really cool experience. I would be working with four wheelers in some of the most beautiful country in the world, and I will be living close to family. Anyone who knows me well knows my Kanab obsession. That is where my family is from, and I have loved it since I was a kid. Someday I would love to live there and teach school. So basically this is an opportunity that I can't pass up. Details still need to be worked out, and I am not sure exactly when I start, but it's a safe bet that sometime early next month I will be moving to Kanab.

Problem: I gave my 30 days notice at my apartment. I will be out of there by the end of this month. That will leave a window of possibly several weeks where I will be homeless. I will be camping out probably out at Three Peaks, and continue working in Cedar until my new job is available. I will keep you all posted on how my stint with homelessness. Garit is jealous.

My worst nightmare.

http://www.news.com.au/heraldsun/story/0,21985,23361900-661,00.html

"What's that noise in the bushes?"
"Oh it's probably just a stray dog.... or a creepy gnome."

Why don't things like this happen to me? I'm careless. I stay out late. I spend an abnormal amount of time with lawn gnomes and pigeon scaring owls. Is it too much to ask to be terrorized by a real live bow-legged Argentine gnome?

Pot Burger? Are you kidding me?

It sounds like something from a frat boy comedy a la Adam Sandler, which might have warranted a courtesy laugh if it wasn't seriously endangering lives. I was wondering why these two guys didn't get a stiffer punishment until I saw the honorable judge John Pope. L-O-Freaking-L! Did they drag him out of the streets or out of the north pole. I can't really decide. I seriously thought it was a joke.

Blogging in class

Who's idea was it to have an econ 1010 class in a computer lab? I have 5 tabs open in firefox and not one is class-related. Economics is interesting... But not as interesting as looking up mountain biking trails.

I just answered a question... anyway back to what's really important: Blogging.

A lady from work told me that my haircut makes me look like one of the guys on Nickelodeon's Drake and Josh... I don't remember which one. I didn't anticipate that cutting my hair would make me look like a sixteen-year-old preteen heart throb. I honestly just think she's crazy.

Maverick large hot dogs are .50 cents off right now so I'm 'frank'-ly living in hot dog heaven... smoked sausage loaded with sauerkraut, relish, mustard, ketchup, etc. All of you toddlers who are groaning, go open yourself a can of alphabet soup and slurp it down with a juice box. Keep buying your Wonder bread and your freaking lunchables. I am an adult... And I like rotten cabbage on my hot dogs.

It's been a long time...

...since I've heard "What's The Frequency Kenneth?" If you don't like that song, then you don't like me because it is an integral part of my soul. I'm generally not a big fan of R.E.M. but today I heard this song on Pandora, and I was whisked away to my early junior high days spent listening to Q-99. The tremolo effect on the guitars in this song knocks my socks off.

Client #9

BAAAAAHHHHH!!!!

Should I relish in the destruction of this man's life?
Short answer: Yes.
Hey Governor, you have interns right? Why are you paying thousands of dollars for what all the other politicians are getting for free? Don't they have airport bathroom stalls in upstate New York?

I chopped off my hair like the weak-willed loser that I am.

It's true. If I had a computer to store my pictures on I'd show you before and after pics. I take a small degree of comfort in knowing that I shattered my old record and basically put myself permanently out of reach of my little brother Derek. We've had this competition running since we were small children. Up until Derek's sophomore year (the year after I graduated) I held the record. Derek was able to withstand my parents long enough to beat my record substantially, partly because his hair is curly so he could get away with it longer. After my mission however I didn't cut my hair besides some trims in the back for over a year. I took back the record with gusto but eventually I caved. This time around I went for well over a year without even a trim. My hair made it past my shoulders and I saw that it was glorious. However, all good things must come to an end, and as the sun must always set, so too must I bow myself to the norms of society. My brother is now married though with a baby on the way. So he basically conceded defeat, although he didn't rule out making a run at my record after retirement. As it stands now though, this is truly the end of an era.

Staying Positive in The SUU Computer Lab

I am going to buy a computer on credit. I know, I know. Credit is bad. However I have become so dependent on computers for so much of my hobbies/interests that I am honestly feeling like a fish out of water. Music, photography, social contacts, information, songwriting, sports, school all seriously suffer because I have no computer to call my own. So I resolve this day to buy a computer on credit no matter what my mom says! She's not the boss of me!

I'm surprised that junior high kids don't all just kill themselves. They are miserable people, inside and out. Working with junior high aged kids in a residential treatment center is like an anthropological study of a different species. A cannibalistic species that feeds off pain and crappy music. Actually sometimes they can all be great. It's just creepy how quickly they can turn into pure evil.