I'll Steal Your Kayak

Some dude at Rigby Lake let us use his Kayaks... The photographs that follow make me appear more BA than I really am! I support it..

Obsessed

The Return to the Mile High City

As expected... WORTH IT!

Impulse, anticipation and uncertainty clouded this whole situation but as in all adventures of E squared, success was the end result. It was a weekend away from the norm yet eating like champions, having the greatest time and aiming to please was still the way it went down.

Break it down, kid: (Times may be slightly off... get over it.)

11 am Saturday, May 29: Jump in the car and drive. Ten hours later... Boom! Mile high.

11 pm Saturday, May 29: Dinner at the Keg. I can't talk about it! It was too wonderful, too spectacular, too moving.

1 pm Sunday, May, 30: Wake up, eat breakfast (Pint's of Ben & Jerry's), eat some more and some more (Pei Wei, Coldstone... IT NEVER ENDS)

5:30 pm Sunday, May 30: Arrive at Red Rocks Amphitheater. Try to take it in. Buy shirts. Kansas (whatev).

8 pm Sunday, May 30: STYX! I would like to share the events of the following hour and a half but I can't. It was rock and roll. It was spiritual. It was emotional. It was the best concert I've ever been to. It was mind blowing. It was better than I could have dreamed. It was with my best friend.

9:15 pm Sunday. May 30: The Hunt for Tommy Shaw. Harassment of everyone we came in contact with. Camping out by the tour buses. Peeing behind the bus. Waiting for Tommy.

10:15 pm Sunday, May 30: JAMES YOUNG. Yep, we got a picture with him. Jerk.

10:20 pm Sunday, May 30: Jack-Mormons join in the camp-out for Tommy Shaw. And I quote, "Tommy Shaw is my freebee." (I'm in touch with that sister.)

10:45 pm Sunday, May 30: TOMMY SHAW. Tommy. Tommy. Tommy. Tommy. Tommy.

8:30 am Monday, May 31: Back to Rexburg.

Worth it! Tommy Shaw, I love you. Emily Hale, I love you more.

7 DAYS, 8 HOURS, 58 MINUTES AND 44 SECONDS

I do not care about anything more than the events which are to take place in a week. I can not even describe the anticipation that has paraded my mind for the past four years! Finally, it is time. I lose all sense of identity, patriotism, nationalism and loyalty to the United States when the World Cup starts! Mexico is my team but I also have some serious affinity to Greece, Japan, and probably North Korea, just because I know they are playing for their lives. MEXICO! MEXICO! MEXICO! I will miss classes, shirk all responsibilities, and be negligent in my relationships to see you kick some trash.

Something More

Recently, I read a scholarly article who's thesis focused on phenomena. This article has become a phenomena in itself, in my mind. My incessant thoughts on the subject have brought me to understand a little more about myself. The author of this article explained that a phenomenon is nothing more than interest from the individual. Life, objects, art, actions and words are ordinary until someone see's them as extraordinary. That interest becomes a thirst for further knowledge on whatever it is. Ancient philosophy tells us that it is just perception that is clouded by a notion of mystery. Since reading this, I look at the world a little differently. I don't know everything and there is a mystery about most people and situations I come in contact with.

So, here's the deal. I seriously thought about deleting my blog, and then I read this article. Perhaps my perception will not change the world, or yours, but it is worth documenting. So much of me wants to spend the remainder of my life sitting in an office with a Ph.D on the wall, researching and writing about ancient and modern political theory and be called a scholar. But, that is not my road to take. Instead, I will use this gem of a device and write to a face I can not see.

Here's to blog rejuvenation.