Shawn Colvin , Patty Griffin , Emmylou HarrisIn order: Emmylou Harris, Patty Griffin, Shawn Colvin, Buddy Miller. They’re making their second go-around of “Three Girls and Their Buddy.” Supposedly it was a very successful tour the first time. They’ll be at the Beacon Theater on February 20. Emmylou has been around forever - she’s a legend. Y’all should know by now how I feel about Patty. Shawn Colvin (she and I aren’t on a first name basis yet) is cool - I’ve heard a few of her songs. I’m sure I’ve heard Mr. Miller, but I’m embarrassed to admit that I’m not all that familiar. This should be a great show.

 

 

In the afternoon (it’s 1:40 am right now), I’ll be attending a student’s performance in a pretty fun play. Lane and Algernon and Cecily and Jack Worthing and cucumber sandwiches and Bunburying. And copious amounts of wit to wit. Yes, you know the one. It’s an earnest one. It’s important. I can’t wait.

more about “Identical Cousins - Man in the Mirror“, posted with vodpod

 

Check out this video. Becky and Amy. They’re cousins. But not just any cousins. They’re identical cousins. Twin cousins. Study them for distinguishing features. They might move too fast for your eyes at first. Personified legerdemain on a life-size scale. But soon, you’ll be able to tell who’s who.

Makes you want to get down and shake it, doesn’t it?

Taken on Wednesday, November 12, 2008.
I apologize to those of you who didn’t fit in the photo.  

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Front Row, L-R:
Sonya: my fellow Obama supporter and Jon Stewart fan.
Craigh and Linda: now live out of state, want to attend the swearing in, whenever that is
Arly: I’m really sorry your mouth looks like that. I know your hair is thicker than I drew it, too
Tom: never smiles for photos; may be a little tired, as the party went past 9pm
Ted: the beard is a good look on him; he likes talking politics and movies
Sarah: I would have loved for her to make a nice cake with pretty fondant for the party
Jenny: your hair looks fabulous short
Duane: way to go with the red shirt, and way to look ultra smart in those glasses

Second row, L-R:
M-A: one of my favorite bloggers and funny, beautiful moms
Leolani: Mom talked about about her a lot after the party; she was probably her favorite
Andrea HM: one of my favorite funny people, ate about 10 sliders
Amy: Becky’s cousin, and one of my personal heroes
Mom: considerably taller than Tom and Ted
Scott: theater man with a day job; appropriately dressed in a blue tie
Andrea B: one of my favorite sweet and funny people; phenomenal baker and great writer; brought Twinkies
Paul B: Andrea B’s husband; in crazy love with his wife; probably the best man-nurse alive
Vicki J: one of my church crazy youth leaders; we got back in touch in the last few months

Third row, L-R:
Ross: Andrea HM’s husband; great teacher; got nearly all the civics questions right; brought American, chocolate chip cookies
Jamie: a former co-worker; brought me American, Godiva chocolates
Becky: roommate, one of my BFFs; taught me all I know about American runway walks
Ajay: the other roommate; said later how friendly and open my friends are
Bradley: a friend who likes higher maths; we used to go running together, in America
Andrew: brought animal crackers that included donkeys and elephants

Back row, L-R:
Garrett: curly hair, blue facial features; very sweet guy; mom loves his hair
Greg: old high school friend, lives near Chicago, we all should go American bowling again, yes?
Little Emmett: son of Greg and Beth; cute smile, right?
Beth: Greg’s wife, perfect and wonderful match for him
Barbara: one of my seminary teachers; quite a remarkable writer

Mom and I streamed the apartment in red, white, and blue. We nearly caught the apartment on fire, only because we wanted the FDNY to make a guest appearance. TOTALLY American. I gave a speech to you, America. I lost my notes, but I only wrote a few lines anyway. And I don’t remember what I said off the cuff. According to witnesses, it wasn’t too shabby. I praised you, America. I praised your citizens who are my friends and inspire me with their greatness. And, America, you clapped. And I felt immeasurably blessed.

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These three chairs
Seat three men
Who judge three judgments
Upon three criminals
With three sincere apologies
And three pleas
For three new chances
At three fresh lives
Not destined for three failures
But three redemptions
Granted by three men
Standing on three pairs of feet
Leaving the three chairs
Yelling three cheers for
Three transformations.

i think i said a wise thing last night. a friend came to me about a problem. it had to do with boys. an unwise thing would have been for me to say boys are complete scum and jerks and why even bother. that would be closer to my issue, and that would be projecting some of my feelings onto my friend. that is not what she needed. i wish i remembered what i said.

i promise to write about the Americafied! party, but i’m this close to finishing up preparing for THURSDAY’S seminary lesson. what’s that, you say? tomorrow is wednesday? that’s right; i’m feeling pretty good.

residual headache, but still pretty good.

-Mom and Tom’s visit and the Americafied! party and my clarinet and the Year of the Champions party and the cookie party  and the children’s presentation during church yesterday and a song review and my frustration with boys, surprise, surprise and going swimming and maybe not drinking enough water and perhaps complaining about the massive headache that I have because I ate high-sodium Chinese food and am further dehydrated, but I like how my body is tired after exercise and can feel I might get a solid night’s sleep and am hopeful the headache will be gone when I wake up in the morning, but I can’t write about these things now, because I have a seminary lesson to wrap up preparing. I hope it turns out okay.

Friend: i told a boy here about my hugging problem and then he gave me a long hug which I couldn’t really object to
me: awesome!
Friend: I guess sometimes it works in my favor
me: shoot, i’m jealous
6:30 PM Friend: he is totally cute and would be a good make out friend but nothing more
me: aww man
Friend: because he is a fellow law student and only 26 I am not pursuing it
me: i guess it might not be exactly appropriate
6:31 PM Friend: no, it is such a small world here that you have to be very careful
but I guess even I need a hug (and maybe even a little more) every once and a while ;)
me: i totally hear ya
6:32 PM i’m trying to improve my flirting to becky levels
she’s magic or something
Friend: wow, what is your game plan?
6:33 PM me: well, today, my friend [this one guy] sat beside me at stake conference
Friend: nice
me: and every time he leaned forward, i considered just briefly resting my hand on his back
but then i hate the whole backrubbing thing during church, and i know i’d distract him
so i didn’t
6:34 PM Friend: but you wanted to the whole time right?
me: dude
Friend: sounds like a fun stake conference
sometimes I wish I was bold enough to just go for it
6:35 PM me: but once the closing prayer was over, and everyone said amen, i put my hand on his back and asked him if he was going to the potluck
Friend: good job, you are my hero
me: not even
Friend: or heroine
me: anyway, we’re chums
6:36 PM we’re pretty comfortable around each other, i guess
Friend: it is nice to have friends like that
me: no nice long hugs, though
Friend: true
6:37 PM too bad there is no one in Orem that I could hook up with over thanksgiving break.
me: orem kinda says it all, i’m afraid
6:38 PM Friend: at least you have your subway platforms
me: make a trip up to the gateway mall. i’m sure you’ll run into someone
6:39 PM Friend: i’ll give it a try

I’m such a clutzy flirt, people.

Disclaimer: My intentions are no excuse for you not to pay attention in church. You need to be reverent and attentive, and you’ll probably receive extra blessings if you’re taking notes of the speakers’ talks, sitting by someone you’re attracted to but not dating. Extra blessings. Keep that in mind.

Oh. I guess I should actually write about Sunday-appropriate things.

me: the dude is not asking me out
6:16 PM BOY: [guy]?
me: yeah
BOY: c’mon man
you are too good looking for him anyway
i was trying to toss him a bone
um…not calling you a bone
me: heh. i know what you mean
6:17 PM anyway, i’m going to my student’s performance, and i want to take a boy
BOY: [incriminating stuff]
let me see
me: that would be fun
it’s saturday at 1
6:18 PM hey, are you going to see [a fun show again]?
BOY: i’d like to
it was fun
me: do you know [this other boy]?
6:19 PM BOY: i don’t think so
me: or that boy who was a lumberjack who kept saying he loved my costume?
[this other boy] is in [this other ward]
BOY: that guy seemed nice
i don’t think i know him ([this other boy])
6:20 PM me: eh, it’s just a play, but it’d be nice to go with someone
all the boys you know are nice, but lame
BOY: yes, i am an empty well
me: you tried. A for effort
6:21 PM plus, it’s their agency, after all
BOY: dopes
6:22 PM if you are still looking for someone to go
i should available
6:23 PM me: it’s [student]
i’ll keep you posted
BOY: do, i like their family alot…nice people
me: hey, if i get three tickets, would you mind being a 5th wheel?
6:24 PM BOY: i’d be honored
6:25 PM i’m scanning my calendar in my brain
i think i am here
me: next saturday
okay then. back to the prowl. or perch. talk to you soon.
6:26 PM BOY: righto, perches for me
and peaches if i can find them

Okay, that’s the second time in about as many chats you’ve referred to my looks. It may not mean anything, but I would prefer if you’re going to say I’d distract you during your soccer games and I’m too good-looking for the guys you’re trying to set me up with, you’d be interested. I mean, in what instances does a guy really tell a girl she’s cute/pretty/hott stuff unless he’s flirting? Or, you may be so unbelievably comfortable in our friendship you feel you can say anything. The latter is probably more realistic, but I really, really liked you once upon a time. But, you never really, really liked me back. So I guess I think I’m holding on to some things, and maybe I’ve created a brilliantly awkward situation by having you tag along. Whatever. Maybe you need a reminder of what you passed up. Not in a malicious way, but you’ve gotta learn to keep your eyes open, dude. Then again, it’ll be nothing if he’s not interested; no loss.

Regardless: I’m going to enjoy my student’s performance, and it will be awesome.

Yesterday’s Search Terms:

timmy yates    
unique scripture mastery game  
“my roommate” hemorrhoid cream  
bill cosby jock itch  
scripture mastery games  
flirty banter  

What are you looking for, folks? Look at the third and fourth items on the list. Who actually strings words together like that, in those exact combinations? Well, at least you spelled hemorrhoid correctly. But I don’t get why you would want to find anything on “bill cosby jock itch.” ON MY BLOG? SERIOUSLY? To be fair, if you’ve never read my blog, then I can’t blame you for going in for the click, only to be disappointed.

Y’all are weird.

For you newcomers who have figured out I’m Mormon, and for those of you who already know, I might come out (ahem) later with a few thoughts on the whole Proposition 8 (CA) /Amendment 2 (FL)/and (wherever else they have this legislation UP FOR A VOTE). Yeah, I know, the populace also voted against desegregation, and I’m not sure how I feel about prisoners such as the Menendez brothers, who killed their parents, being allowed to marry. And what about the atheists who deny or don’t see/acknowledge God and his definition of marriage, but it’s okay if the couple is a man and a woman, and then what about gay atheists and then gay Christians and then is this really a civil rights issue or a fight between American values and Christian values. Then if they pass this legislation, the next logical step would be to legalize polygamy. I’ve mentioned that before. And the kids, what about the kids? I’ll tell you right now, it’s a struggle. I sense and foresee division within the church, and I dread estranging friends. And yet …

Like I said, later.

I’m trying to remember. When I applied for BYU, my seminary teacher needed to fill out a form regarding my performance and attendance in class. She also had to write a few comments that would hopefully help the admissions board accept bright, shiny me to their bright, shiny school. Did she mail that part of the form to the school herself, or did she give it to me to send with the rest of the application?

BYU has several teeming campuses these days: BYU-Provo (29,000 students), where I attended; BYU-Idaho (11,600 students), which used to be Ricks College, in Rexburg, Idaho; BYU-Hawaii (2,400 students), from what I hear, is one of the most beautiful, paradisiacal campuses in the universe; and LDS Business college (1,300 students), in Salt Lake City, Utah. The Provo campus assumes it’s the superior campus, coming up from BYU Academy, way back when Karl Maeser was running the place and the adulation for Brigham Young was probably at its highest. He did lead the saints away from persecution, through the plains and treacherous weather and around the Rockies to Utah. It is a pretty big deal, and I can understand the value of one’s heritage.

BYU is a good school. It’s a private school. It’s the best education you can get as an undergrad for the cost. It’s a sterile school; it’s a wholesome school; it has rocked as the most “stone-cold sober” school for the past how many years? 10? At least. My freshmen classes were huge - the weeder courses: American Heritage, Biology 100 - both had around 1,000 students, and that was just for my registered time slots. And the classes were split into numerous sections, where we’d meet as a group of 30 or so and get somewhat more individual attention from the TAs.

I would assume, since they are considerably smaller, the other campuses might be a bit less intimidating. Some people appreciate going to a church school, having thousands of others who share the same beliefs surround them, where everyone helps everyone else feel more secure. People often call BYU “Happy Valley” or “The Bubble” for this reason. It doesn’t represent at all what the real world is like. There are no legitimate disagreements, just the opportunity to concentrate on school and church and social life (or the severe lack thereof).

Maybe no college is like the real world. College is this 4- (or 5-, or 6-, or 7- …) year chunk of life away from reality. Supposedly you acquire and refine skills for a career. It’s a pivotal and often integral part of one’s future. Whether one gets into a school could make a big difference, and then which school is also a key factor. 

So, as a high school student, somehow getting into college becomes critical to life, and there’s all this pressure and you take all sorts of hard classes and get very little sleep for all the homework and exams, then there’s extracurriculars, such as band and honor society and community service.

And then, applications require a few words of recommendation from school teachers, and sometimes from seminary teachers - if you’re applying to a church school. My seminary teacher did it for me, and she probably had some nice things to say. And now that I’m a seminary teacher, a student has requested for me to fill out that part of the application. It instantly made me nervous, because I wanted to do a good job, and while I knew that this student’s admission wasn’t riding entirely on my recommendation, I wanted to help as much as I could. So, I worked on it, and I’ll be handing that page of the application to my student Monday morning.

“Whenever I begin my early-morning seminary class with an object lesson or a hypothetical situation, [student] figures out the core message withing the first few minutes of the discussion. [S/He] has a complex, curious and keen mind. [S/He] craves and constantly seeks truth. And, [S/He] shares it. [Her/His] insights are articulate and often profound. What sustains [her/his] intelligence, though, is the Spirit that seems to attend [her/him] continually. [Student] is a diligent, righteous child of God. [S/He] is an absolute joy to teach. [Her/His] testimony is strong and steadfast, and [s/he] is also a quiet leader … [S/He] exudes humility and integrity, and with [her/his] generous heart, [s/he] extends friendship and compassion to everyone. In the few months and calm mornings I have known [her/him] so far, these qualities became immediately apparent. Imagine how [her/his] potential will unfold throughout [her/his] college career! [Student]’s life and dreams have blessed me and everyone who knows [her/him]. I am grateful for [her/his] example, and I know [a BYU school] will benefit immensely from [her/his] invaluable talents and pursuit of truth.”

The words fit in the small space on the page, in Arial Narrow, 10-point type, which is still bigger than the print on the application. Overkill? Maybe. But this student totally blows my mind and touches my heart and I want this student to do the same for everyone else. Because that is what the world needs.

Good luck, student. Dazzle them the way you do.

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