Tuesdays with Muerte

If Macs are like homemade whipping cream, then Windows PCs are like the store-bought whipped cream. The Products Themselves Whipping cream cost just a little bit more than whipped cream in a plastic tub [by yield]. Whipping cream comes in a simple, small container. For people who have grown up on store bought whipped cream, the transition is often times a challenging one. But then, consumers are surprised how quick and uncomplicated the act of whipping cream actually is. But so did the counterfeiters. So they all tried to copy it at a lower cost. But when you skimp on the best ingredients in whipping cream, you get an inferior product. Those Who Use the Products e.g. The Cream Consumer Fewer people use whipping cream. The Elite, if you will. Although, not everyone buys whipping cream, most still appreciate the taste. Those who prefer whipping cream typically have had experience with both. Any time the subject of desserts is brought up, at some point, whipping cr

That class was boring! And I was constantly hungry. The class began at 3pm and it ended at 4:50pm. My class schedule didn't permit me to take any lunch breaks before then, so I was always starving going into it. Fortunately, the professor and I had an understanding that I could eat what ever I wanted as long as it didn't disturb the others or I had enough for everyone. Some days, I would bring a few bags of popcorn and pass them around the class. The best part of the situation was that my bus left at 4:53pm from a bus stop across campus. I would always have to run from my class in the JFSB, past the HBLL, to the stop beyond the WILK. It was quite a sight to see.

The following pictures are considered photos rather than portraits. So I clumped them together and posted them here: The nom-nom-nom-babies-taste-good grandparent shot The Sombrero family shot (They probably took all those hats off the resteraunt walls.) The AW-Kward lean [Don't mind the stain on my crotch] Christmas shot The Whale-bone Necklace and Cowboy Chaps Navajo-Indian-90s-Twins Family Photo The Mountain Top Grecian Urn Shot The Let's-Take-Our-Family-Photo-with-this-Huge-Walrus-Dingy Shot

I asked William, one of the "gamers" in Carriage Cove, to prepare a HALO party for Saturday, June 13th. He is going to host a 16-player game where there are two xbox 360s in two different apartments across the hall from each other. Each box is allows 4 players per big screen TV. One apartment of 8 will be the Red Team and the other will be the Blue Team. I don't love LAN parties much anymore, but I think it will be a great means of unification. p.s. Hopefully William's baker roommate, Chad, will make cookies for everyone.

Some people have asked me, "how do you figure out who is suppose to home teach who?" By this, I assume they mean, "how much of the creation process is truly inspired and how much is just made up?" Well, after some thought, here is my answer: The Summer 2009 Home Teaching List for the 167t Ward, BYU 11th Stake was created using the following formula: -40% Logistics -30% Convenience -10% Revelation What do I mean by "Logistics" ? I tried to make all home teaching companions live on the same floor so that monthly home teaching interviews can be conducted by myself or the counselor assigned to that floor. What do I mean by "Convenience" ? I assigned companionships to typically visit people that live on their same floors throughout the various four buildings. I did this for two reasons. Primarily, by breaking it down like that during the creation process, it helped me make sure that I didn't miss anyone. Secondly, I have a feeli

Story from Last Week Stef and I were driving along University parkway toward Provo when I saw a Sizzler on the left. I made the remark that Sizzler, Red Lobster, and Olive Garden are establishments of 'fine dinning' rednecks. When a redneck wants to show his girl he REALLY loves her, he'll take her out to the Oliver GARDEN. Stef looked at me like she didn't get it, so I said in my best hick accent, "One day, soon, I'm a gonna take you out some place fancy! Like The Sizzler!" Stef still wasn't amused, so I desisted. Story from This Week Stef and I were in the car again and we passed by the Olive Garden and she started cracking up! It was ridiculous how much she was chuckling to herself. She explained that ever since we had that conversation, she laughs harder every time she passes by one of those three restaurants. The irony was that I had forgotten that I even said anything about it.

This drives me nuts. Despite possessing the talent to lead the congregation in singing hymns, our LDS ward chorister has given up on us and simply follows the piano's lead. The only two congregationalists watching her held out their notes to the very end of the phrase, but those were the only voices for that final 4/4 count. Even though it was correct, it sounded pretty weird. Why would she choose to submit like that? I can come up with three possible motivations for why this might be: She is, in fact, leading the congregation and the pianist is perfectly following her. She hasn't given up on the congregation at all; although we haven't not followed her lead properly in over 15 months, she remains continually hopeful that we will, one day, hold out the last note of the phrase to the very end. If I were her, I would have given in as a result of months of frustration, and contented myself on synchronizing my conducting with the piano; at least then, I would feel li