We lost another softball game last night. I went 2/3 with a single and 3 run homer. I don't usually hit home runs, but I do usually fly out or hit wussy grounders while over swinging to try to hit one out. I used to be a good outfielder, but I dropped another one last night. Maybe I just thought I used to be a good outfielder. I often wonder what I could have done in baseball had I tried it. I know Gary would have liked that. Hmmm. Ps "Bonesaw" is our team name which is awesome. It barely beat out "Action's Ham" and if you like the logo, I designed it.

I'm sort of proud of this project. It was kind of a temporary full size installation just off the shoreline trail near Red Butte Gardens. Unfortunately it only stood for a few days because our college professor failed to attain the necessary permission to install such items on protected land. We were lucky though... some groups never even got to put thier stuff up.

If you want to be a boxer. You can't be scared to take a punch.

I miss making stuff like this.

This is a 5 minute sketch of one of Santiago Calatrava's buildings at the City of Science in Spain. I used to try to do one sketch a day. That's definately something I need to resurrect.

That reminds me.... I highly recomend going on a vacation without a camera sometime. Or atleast limit yourself to like 2 camera pics a day. Take a sketchbook or a notebook and just either draw or write to express the place you are visiting. It forces you to really feel and digest the place, rather than just snap a shot and say "look at me, see how I went there?" Instead you sit and notice how the place is. You draw or write what you feel, and you capture THAT instead of just some picture. It really has improved a lot of my vacations.

So yesterday they made me executive secretary in my singles ward. It's really not all that different from what I have been doing as Ward Clerk, but for some reason It feels like a huge change to me. It ties me down a lot....prevents me from weekend trips spilling over into sunday, stuff like that. It kind of also has made me feel a little bit like I'm done being a goof off, which stinks in a way, but is also ok.

Lynn (my brother) is now moved in and I officially have my 1st non-missionary companion roommate. I'm sure the Apt will be a little bit messy most of the time, but there are worse things.

This last weekend I got to spend friday night and saturday up near mirror lake at my uncles cabin. It was nice to just not be at my apt, work, or church building. We went on a pretty cool hike saturday. It was only about 5 miles but thats pretty good considering we did it with a pregnant girl (my sister LaNae). I drove home by myself that night while everyone else stayed. There's something really enjoyable to me about driving long distances by myself. I guess being alone in general is very restfull to me because I'm an a huge introvert by nature. Over the years I've learned to come out of the shell and function successfully in large groups but it does kind of wear on me and when I really tired I still close off a little.

A few weeks ago I spent way too much on a new mtn bike, but I'm trying to get out on it as much as possible. I also started running a couple times a week, and playing basketball at least once a week. I really miss the days when I could bike the loop 3 times a week and played ball almost every day.

Scary Monkey

This is a pretty scary monkey. I think he's from my brother's halloween countdown to horror.

Ok enough fiddling with the font. I was just deleting old emails and found one from a girl with whom I went on one blind date. Just one date mind you. After the date she kept inviting me to do stuff, and rather than inventing excuse after excuse I wrote her an email explaining that I was not interested in persuing anything in that direction. I swear to whoever may be reading this that I was not rude. Honest? Yes. Upfront? Yes. Cruel? I sure didn't think so. Anyway without further adu here is her response..... enjoy

Gee!!!! Excuse me for taking the time to say hello to you.I assure you that I will not do it again. I have so many good friends that love me and respect me. Too bad that you seem to think I am not good enough to be a part of your life. When did I ask you for anything other than friendship? When did I express a romantic interest in you? What good is it that you are so handsome when your uglyness reaches your bones? The truth is that you are not man enough to tell me that I don't fit the bill as to the type of friends you like to keep. I thought that it was heavenly father's job to judge. I pity the fact that you did not allow us to share laughter, that you kept yourself exclusive for those who you think deserve it, and that you missed out on a super interesting girl like me. The day that you a moping over your Gatorade because you cannot find an understanding and sincere woman...you will remember. From the way that you have spurned my friendship, I conclude that you are not doing things right, that you are not honoring your priesthood and...do you know what? I run away like hell from men like you.

So there you have it.

Lessons Learned: (1)Uglyness can be a bone disease.
(2)Some guys apparantly mope over Gatorade

Inapropriate Comment:
Maybe her "running away like hell" from me got her into some kind of a routine, which I think could really benefit her.