Happy Blog-iversary!

Does that sound happy to you?  Does it?

Welp.  It has been a year since I started up this lovely blog of mine.  I feel I’ve learned a lot since I began blogging over everything everywhere.  I also consider it a large personal victory when anything I start lasts longer than a few weeks. I feel like part of its longevity is due to the enjoyable nature of writing the posts. As I was perusing some old pics, I actually found some of me writing a few of my blog posts from this past year.  Someone grabbed my camera and took a picture of me almost every time.  What are the odds?  Behold—a peek into the creative process:

I also thought it would be nice to plan out some fun activities for my blog.  So we:

Went to the beach.

Sailed over Niagara Falls.

Hung out with some Aborigines in the Australian Outback.

Hiked to the top of Mount Everest.

Journeyed to the center of the earth.

Chilled on the surface of Mars.

Pit stop to the Future.

Anniversary trips are easy on the internet. I also didn't shave my moustache. And I even made a cake:

Man.  Good times.  

Although I still maintain my stance on blog being a disgusting word, I'm happy I started one/do it.  It has been quite fun.  And also meaningful.  Within the last couple of days, I've gone back and read some posts from the pasts.  It has been nice to have somewhere to expound on some thoughts and experiences that I've had.  I think some of them may have gotten lost—or at least not received the attention they deserved—had I not had somewhere to share them.  It has also been a creative outlet.  And though maybe it would've been better had I not let out some of my creatives, everyone's entitled to embarrass themselves on the internet every once in a while and shamelessly invite people to witness it.  Some just do it more often.  And on purpose.  But here's to another year without shame.  Or at least as long as my attention span holds out... Let me know if you have any suggestions or anything on how I can make it better. I promise I'll at least briefly consider them.

To Be A Pioneer

Today is Pioneer Day in Utah!  That means no work!  And that opens up the day to a million possibilities of things to do!

But that requires planning.  And planning requires foreknowledge.  And foreknowledge was something I lacked regarding and coming into Pioneer Day.  Yes, being from outside of Utah, and this being only my second summer in Utah, and working for an international market last summer despite living in Utah, I was not aware that the majority of Utah shuts down for Pioneer Day.  And they, knowing that it did, planned all of these fun activities, one of which was not work.  So imagine my surprise when I show up to work, expecting to work, and the building is closed.  That makes it hard to work.  Oh well...  What better way to celebrate the pioneers who settled the West than to leave the comfort of your home and walk a great distance in immense heat for something you’re unfamiliar with and not even guaranteed to obtain?

This morning my roommate was watching the Pioneer Day Parade on the TV.  A cute little commemoration activity they did was to have people send in reasons why they don’t think they could have been pioneers.  People responded with things like, “I need warm showers,” “That was too long to walk,” and “They didn’t have properly maintained baseball fields to play on.”  Aside from the baseball comment which encompasses an eternal truth and necessity, many people pointed out basic comforts and privileges that we daily enjoy that they would not want to live without.  In addition to being a fun idea, it got me thinking about the sacrifices of the pioneers.  Indeed, they gave up many things they had grown accustomed to having.  But they did so knowing that whatsoever was lost would be replaced with something better.  They were willing to leave behind things that they held dear.  But they held instead to the belief that something dearer awaited them should they choose to trust in what they knew to be right, no matter the cost.  And a century and a half later, we see the results of them having done so.  Their legacy is evident in the growth and prosperity of settlements throughout the western United States, despite harsh and unforgiving circumstances.  None of this came immediately or easily.  Nor would it have happened had they held on to what they knew and refused to hope and leave for something better.

I admire and feel gratitude towards many pioneers, and not just those that earned the title through physical relocation.  Whether it be physically, intellectually, morally, religiously, or in countless other ways, it is through pioneering that we see progress.  It is because of forays into the unknown that the unknown becomes known.  And it is through this process that advancement is made.  

So I rephrase my previous question:  What better way to celebrate pioneering than to leave what is comfortable for something you’re unfamiliar with and not even guaranteed to obtain?  Or, even more simply, what better way to honor pioneering than to be a pioneer yourself?  To be a pioneer doesn’t necessarily mean that we have to revolutionize the way something is done or understood on a worldwide scale.  It doesn’t even mean that we have to be the first ever to do something.  Much of the pioneering that is within our capacity is personal.  An act of personal pioneering would be one in which we blaze a new trail in our own lives—in which we do something differently than we have done it previously.  This could be in the way that we treat other people or one person in particular.  It could be in the way that we make decisions.  It could be a departure from a longheld tradition or vice, personal or otherwise.  Or it could simply be in doing something that we haven’t before.  So long as we leave what was past and attempt to begin anew, this is, in our own lives and for our own purposes, an act of pioneering.  Perceiving our situation in the light of sacrifice towards advancement allows us to change it just as effectively and powerfully as did the pioneers.  We simply have to recognize what needs to be sacrificed and be willing to do so.  And often times, when we improve ourselves through personal pioneering, we increase our capacity to affect others for the better.  In the name of progress, find something to pioneer and head out to do so.  


Nowadays, we don’t really get the chance to sacrifice all of our physical comforts to go and settle ‘Zion’ as did many of our predecessors.  But on a day-to-day basis, we do get the chance to sacrifice (or adjust) the components of our current situation in favor of a new and better one.  Not everything needs to be sacrificed, mind you.  Some things should be in our lives to stay.  But as we see (and/or feel) the need for change and trust that we are able to do so, we move step-by-step towards our Zion, just like the pioneers before us.   

Happy Pioneer Day.

Prancesteps to Becoming a Basilisk

Time for more Arts & Crafts fun!  I will be your host because....  it’s my blog.  And I’m feeling crafty. Today:  Harry Potter costume party.  Check it out.

A friend of mine recently caused a brouhaha by blazoning ‘bout a birthday bash.  Theme?  BHarry BPotter.

My mind pranced about the possibilities of all the mystical creatures or characters I could choose to dress as:  The Boy Who Lived, one of those weird things from the third book, the badger on the Hufflepuff crest, a resurrection stone, a Weasley because I have red hair (if you thought that already, -10 points to your house)...

But instead I made the obvious choice and decided to be the basilisk. Practicality, functionality, and logical thought patterns aside, this is probably the best costume you could come up with.


My mind began to prance anew as I mulled over the different ways I could recreate such a horrifying creature.  But recreate it I did.  Behold my mind’s prancesteps:

Basilisk Ingredients:

• 1 milk carton (gallon)
• 2-3 notecards
• varying colors of paint
• floss or string
• tape
• A Basilisk-colored bed sheet
• No desire to use your arms for any duration of time

Prancestep 1:  Face Time


Time to face it.  You start off with a gallon of milk carton, sans milk.  Unless you want things to get really exciting.  And wet.  Chop that sucker in half like so:

Once the sucker is chopped, then comes the paint.  Apply the desired basilisk-colored paint to the chopped sucker.  Let that layer dry.  Then you can paint the eyessss.  Let that layer dry.  Then you can paint the pupilsss.  You’re looking like a basilisk already.

Once the paint has all dried up, it’s time for some dental work—without even going to dental school.  Dreams do come true.  Cut the notecards into pointy, fang-shaped fang shapes.  Then with the magic of tape, tape them so they’re hanging from the inside of the face in a menacing pattern.  Then put that on your résumé and consider getting a job as a dental hygienist.  Probably never seen someone who has worked with a basilisk before.  ...and/or lived to put it on their résumé.

After you get home from your foray into the world of dentistry, it’s time to continue.  Drill some holes in the back of each of the basilisk’s jaws.  Just like you do with your patients, I’m sure.  Then, stick a piece of floss (or string if spearmint’s not your thing) through each hole and tie it on.  

When you’re ready to suit up, you simply put the top of the head on top of your head, and the bottom on bottom.  Of your head.  You then tie the flosses on each side together so the head is securely mounted on your head.  Like so:

Prancestep 2:  Rock that bod


Time for the finishing touches.  All you do is wrap a musty old $2 dollar sheet around your body and it’s like you’ve transformed into another creature entirely.  Look, smell, feel—you are authentic as can be.  It’s like you really have been sliding your body across the ground for an undisclosed amount of time without bathing.  Congratulations.  

So there you have it.  That’s how you become a basilisk.  Now all that’s left to do is find an entourage and go enjoy your evening.  It’s going to be a blast!  No one will look you in the eye, you won’t be able to touch anything, and the smell of the old sheet will stick to you for days as you sweat up a storm and it all soaks into your skin.  Also, make sure no one tries to stab you through the head or extract your real teeth.  If they do, you don’t have arms to stop them. 

 

Good luck and may the force be with you.