A Future Project

I want to write a book about Utah Valley. I want it to be about the hidden culture of tattoos that exists among the predominant culture. I don't know how long it will take, and I don't know if I will even be able to do it, but I want to do it.

And I want to take pictures of a lot of people here in the valley that have tattoos so that I can portray their stories and experiences here. I want this to become a culture that gets exposure.

I personally don't have any tattoos, but I really enjoy seeing them on other people. I appreciate good body art. Is it weird for a person who has no tattoos to write a book about people with them? Should this book be written by a person who is actually a part of the culture?

Believe in God

I found a verse of scripture today that I had read before, and I loved it all over again.

"Believe in God;

Believe that He is, and that he created all things, both in heaven and in earth;

Believe that he has all wisdom and all power, both in heaven and in earth;

Believe that man doth not comprehend all the things which the Lord can comprehend."

-Mosiah 4:9

I believe in God, and that He lives, and that He knows who I am.

And He knows all of you, too, even if you may not know Him yet.

No Holds Barred

So, last week I went to the BYU Football Game. They played against UNLV. I usually drive down the Macey's near the hospital and park near there. Then I want to the stadium. It's a 10-15 minute walk, but when we leave there is hardly any traffic where we are.

So I drove down last week and parked in the same spot. I was with my brother Davide and we got our stuff and headed to the stadium. We walked across Freedom BLVD and to the stadium. As we're approaching I check for my ticket and.....it's gone!! WTF?? In all my years of going to football games I have never lost a ticket except for today!

So I start walking back to the car, checking every piece of ground along the way. Nothing. I walk back to the stadium and still nothing. So I go to the ticket office in the West parking lot and say, "Hey, my family is season ticket holders and I lost my ticket."

They ask what seat the ticket was. I tell them. Now that they have the fancy scanners for every ticket, they can see which tickets have been used so far.

Well...........SOMEONE FOUND AND USED MY TICKET!!!! Can you believe that crap?!?! I would have thought that since it was BYU that someone would have done the right thing and returned the ticket to lost and found or something. But NO! They USED it!

So I payed $5 for a crappy seat and just sat with my family anyway. This just goes to show that when it comes to BYU football tickets that the gloves come off, there are no fouls, and it's no holds barred to get into the stadium.

One Year Older and.... Wiser?

As the song goes, we are supposed to be "one year older and wiser, too". I guess it is implied that if you live a year then you are that much wiser?

I don't believe that, at least for myself, I can honestly say if I am any wiser than I was the last year. I think that an honest measure of how wise you are is the people around you, and how they respond and treat you. I believe that the wiser a person gets, the more respect and admiration they receive from those around them.

Whatever the case may be, I had a great birthday. I had breakfast with my wonderful wife and some friends at Denny's in AF, my night class at the U of U was released early so I could get home earlier than 8:30, Live and I went out to dinner to La Dolce Vita in Provo (some of the best Italian food in the state), and then we had cake with Emily and Zander in the evening. It was a great day.

What was interesting was that whenever I was in the car listening to the radio (and yes, I still listen to the radio for music) it seemed as though all the songs that played that day were songs that I loved! Almost like the universe knew..... haha

Here's to one more year, wiser or not.