<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409</id><updated>2011-12-09T14:20:08.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike's Mix</title><subtitle type='html'>A mix of my own history, class topics, and personal musings.  But not just any mix — Mike's Mix.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-1367304485205742179</id><published>2011-12-09T14:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T14:20:08.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Merrill + Wilson, Blue Beanies, and Wiley</title><content type='html'>I guess I have some sort of built-in bias, because when I read the "debate" between Merrill and Wilson, I sided with Merrill.  Maybe the bias is that I naturally want to side with someone who I've seen speak before, and someone who's well-respected in BYU's IPT department—or maybe I just agree that there ought to be standardization in our field (maybe we could have...ORANGE beanies!).  I think Merrill's "proper study of instructional design" is very interesting.  The same way web developers and computer science people have now made it so that anyone can publish a website, or even build their own computer programs, Merrill says that instructional designers should be building similar tools and frameworks to empower others to teach better.  Now that would be open education, eh, Dr. Wiley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    In other news, Merrill may have given me guidance on what kind of project I could do for my Master's Degree.  And in a way, it's kinda cool that many corporate instructional design jobs overlap heavily with project management and business stuff.  Maybe I'd enjoy that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-1367304485205742179?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1367304485205742179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-merrill-wilson-blue-beanies-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/1367304485205742179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/1367304485205742179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-merrill-wilson-blue-beanies-and.html' title='On Merrill + Wilson, Blue Beanies, and Wiley'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-2288639356289151214</id><published>2011-12-09T14:19:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T14:19:40.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinner and Khan</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know a thing about B.F. Skinner's teaching machines, click to learn more.  For those of you that don't know about Khan Academy, click to learn more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    For those of you that, through whatever means, do know about Skinner and Khan, aren't the parallels crazy?  Very structured presentation, order and hierarchy of knowledge, teachers acting as facilitators and oversight instead of being in the trenches.  Pandemonium.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-2288639356289151214?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2288639356289151214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2011/12/skinner-and-khan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/2288639356289151214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/2288639356289151214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2011/12/skinner-and-khan.html' title='Skinner and Khan'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-7631010183205224462</id><published>2011-12-09T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T14:19:13.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Hypocrite — or I'm gonna be one....</title><content type='html'>So after just finishing reading Wineburg's (2004) comment about 10 rules for presenting (to make it palatable), I realize that I'm gonna eventually break some of those rules.  In two of my classes this semester, we end with a big group presentation, using (you guessed it) Powerpoint.  I tried to convince my group members to at least use Prezi, and in one case I succeeded!  But I know that with the other ones, and probably with Prezi too, I'm gonna end up reading off the screen, giving way too much detail and not having enough time for questions.  Although, I do admit I'm not eager to hear questions about our projects, since they're already flimsy enough without giving an audience of 30+ people the time to find and/or poke holes in our work.&lt;br /&gt;    So I guess I'm glad there won't be much time for questions, but I still feel bad about the rest of the presentation.  It's like I have some sort of "conscience of craft" (Osguthorpe, 2003) or something.  Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-7631010183205224462?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7631010183205224462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-hypocrite-or-im-gonna-be-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/7631010183205224462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/7631010183205224462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-hypocrite-or-im-gonna-be-one.html' title='I&apos;m a Hypocrite — or I&apos;m gonna be one....'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-1133270585329186737</id><published>2011-02-16T17:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T17:09:15.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, that didn't work the way I thought it would.&amp;nbsp; Nevermind!&amp;nbsp; Disregard last transmission!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-1133270585329186737?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1133270585329186737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2011/02/oops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/1133270585329186737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/1133270585329186737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2011/02/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-458316202171529390</id><published>2011-02-16T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T17:07:35.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing, Testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hi All!&amp;nbsp; Michael here, just testing to see if the people I've chosen will get e-mails when I publish this posting.&amp;nbsp; More importantly, if you don't want to receive an e-mail every time I post, comment on this post and ask to be taken off.&amp;nbsp; Some people prefer to check whenever they're online, and don't want to be heckled.&amp;nbsp; That's cool, let me know if you're one of them!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mucho danke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S. - Happy Belated Valentine's Day! (aka Singles Awareness Day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-458316202171529390?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/458316202171529390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2011/02/testing-testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/458316202171529390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/458316202171529390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2011/02/testing-testing.html' title='Testing, Testing'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-2686136530982214254</id><published>2011-02-10T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T15:23:53.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Where is you been all my life?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It's been a long time since I've blogged, and I apologize to my readers.&amp;nbsp; You may have been wondering, "What has Michael been up to all this time that he hasn't been blogging?"&amp;nbsp; I'll tell you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I6Ew-Fda-V8/TVRvDaaa9XI/AAAAAAAAAFI/IqBNIjGcipw/s1600/school.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I6Ew-Fda-V8/TVRvDaaa9XI/AAAAAAAAAFI/IqBNIjGcipw/s200/school.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/School"&gt;School&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;But not just any schooling—finally doing actual Psychology classes at BYU during the day, instead of generals by evening.&amp;nbsp; And boy howdy, let me tell you about these Psyc classes—they are like &lt;a href="http://abenforallseasons.blogspot.com/"&gt;the kind of schooling Ben went through&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; They are, surprisingly, some of the most spiritually uplifting classes I've ever taken.&amp;nbsp; Philosophically engaging, high-scholarship, and LDS-faith-promoting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;To explain what I mean, or to give examples, will take time, because the things I'm being taught are big concepts that take some time to wrap one's head around.&amp;nbsp; I will say, for now, how blessed and grateful I feel, for being able to study Psychology at BYU.&amp;nbsp; I have heard one-too-many stories about someone who went to college, took a Psychology class, and grew disillusioned with the Church as a result of what they learned in that class.&amp;nbsp; I wish every LDS person could learn some of these basic things I'm learning now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So you know, the Psyc classes I'm taking right now are "History of Psychology" (a basic course), and "LDS Perspectives on Psychology" (a more advanced course).&amp;nbsp; My professors are cool, but mostly it's the material that I love.&amp;nbsp; Both profs, though teaching very different subjects, are covering almost all the same things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;In both classes, we've covered philosophical disagreements between the Western Intellectual Tradition and what we know to be true through the Restored Gospel of Jesus Christ.&amp;nbsp; It has been so fascinating to me to see how like-a-Greek I sometimes think, as well as to see how a non-Greek worldview (like a Hebrew one), is actually closer to the reality we know as human beings (vs numbers to be crunched or objects to be acted upon).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"It's all a bit technical, but the important thing is", I'm having a great time learning these things.&amp;nbsp; My faith is being confirmed and validated and given a strength and reality it's never had before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;On a completely different note, this past week Katherine and I have been feeling very ill.&amp;nbsp; We both have thrown up and have a hard time processing food—mostly it just runs right through us.&amp;nbsp; Prayers would be appreciated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks for tuning in again, and we'll see what I can attempt to explain next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S. - Check out this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qvgOvjdDZag"&gt;cool technology&lt;/a&gt; that I was just introduced to (in person) yesterday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-2686136530982214254?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2686136530982214254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-is-you-been-all-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/2686136530982214254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/2686136530982214254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-is-you-been-all-my-life.html' title='&quot;Where is you been all my life?&quot;'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I6Ew-Fda-V8/TVRvDaaa9XI/AAAAAAAAAFI/IqBNIjGcipw/s72-c/school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-8930443040364496590</id><published>2010-12-07T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T14:47:10.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings from the Book of Revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So I just finished a New Testament class, and we got a great article given to us to help us understand the book of Revelation.&amp;nbsp; I've been very interested in the book and would love to understand it better.&amp;nbsp; In particular, there is a beast mentioned in one of the chapters that has a bunch of heads, and is really terrible.&amp;nbsp; The beast, representing an anti-christ, is "wounded unto death", but then returns later on, having recovered from his mortal wound.&amp;nbsp; Here's an artist's rendition of the beast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP635B4WHvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Dg_WMyxq--8/s1600/beast%253F.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP635B4WHvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Dg_WMyxq--8/s200/beast%253F.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Religious scholars have discussed and wondered aloud concerning the identity of this beast for longer than any of us need to know.&amp;nbsp; While some people think that our current president is this beast, other propositions are more credible, and therefore intriguing.&amp;nbsp; I've heard it suggested that the beast is communism—seemingly wounded to death at the end of the Cold War, but apparently will be revived.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how that will happen or &lt;i&gt;if&lt;/i&gt; it will happen, but after reading the article we received in class, I got some additional insights into this possibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP64YN7XCNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7HxaQlwk-Vg/s1600/nero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP64YN7XCNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7HxaQlwk-Vg/s200/nero.jpg" width="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Roman Emperor Nero (ruled from A.D. 54-68) began the first persecutions against Christians, and they were horrible.&amp;nbsp; Nero was paranoid, murderous, capricious, and utterly selfish.&amp;nbsp; Christians feared Nero and the persecutions and killings he had sanctioned.&amp;nbsp; When Nero committed suicide, many Christians felt they could breathe a sigh of relief.&amp;nbsp; However, many feared that Nero, or a personality like Nero, would rise in the future, and would commit again all the same atrocities Nero had, or worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP64ec6C0dI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Wi9z25LUQI/s1600/domitian_portrait.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP64ec6C0dI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0Wi9z25LUQI/s200/domitian_portrait.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Domitian (Nero Redivivus), "Nero Revived"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Unfortunately for the Christians, such an emperor did arise—Domitian ruled from A.D. 81-96, which was about the time the Apostle John received and wrote down his Revelation.&amp;nbsp; Domitian was worse than Nero, bringing back all the old persecutions, and instituting a form of Emperor worship.&amp;nbsp; He too was cruel, murderous, and believed he was divine.&amp;nbsp; Anyone found resisting the state religion of emperor-worship would be accused of treason and blasphemy, and put to death.&amp;nbsp; Clearly, Nero and Domitian fit the description of the beast who was, then died, then came back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;But we have a modern parallel to these Roman emperors, although I hope not too close a parallel, in North Korea.&amp;nbsp; Kim Jong-il is the ruler there, and he is often referred to as "Our Glorious Leader"&amp;nbsp; or the "Supreme Leader".&amp;nbsp; He apparently is eccentric, conspiring, and demanding of his people.&amp;nbsp; There are claims of human rights abuses and all kinds of economic and social deprivation occurring regularly throughout the country.&amp;nbsp; Instead of emperor worship, we have a personality cult around Jong-il, with his birthday being the biggest holiday in North Korea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP648KxcBCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/P5OKuRZ-V90/s1600/kimjongil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP648KxcBCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/P5OKuRZ-V90/s1600/kimjongil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Now even though North Korea would be a great candidate for an explanation of the beast from Revelation, I'm not saying that Kim Jong-il is the anti-christ.&amp;nbsp; I don't know nearly enough about anything, I haven't studied the books, learned the history, or received any revelations.&amp;nbsp; We know that there's not necessarily any one personification of the anti-christ—there can be many groups, organizations, or people that all fall into that category.&amp;nbsp; All I want to do with this post is point out the similarities between the ancient Roman Empire and modern-day North Korea, and explain what I learned from reading that cool article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-8930443040364496590?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8930443040364496590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/12/musings-from-book-of-revelation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/8930443040364496590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/8930443040364496590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/12/musings-from-book-of-revelation.html' title='Musings from the Book of Revelation'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP635B4WHvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Dg_WMyxq--8/s72-c/beast%253F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-2587186921672711890</id><published>2010-12-07T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T14:08:12.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Threescore and Nine Years Ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP6vq18eZkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NFCtjTs1sYg/s1600/pearl-harbor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP6vq18eZkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NFCtjTs1sYg/s320/pearl-harbor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;...the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor.&amp;nbsp; December 7th, 1941, marked a turning point in America's involvement in World War II, and America's involvement in World affairs in general.&amp;nbsp; Over two thousand sailors and soldiers lost their lives that day.&amp;nbsp; The survivors continue to visit a monument erected over the wreckage of the USS Arizona every year to remember the event.&amp;nbsp; My dad's dad, my Grandpa, would have visited this year, perhaps, but he passed away in September.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Robert Hugh Matthews, 1920-2010, was in the United States Marine Corps, and was at Pearl Harbor when it was attacked.&amp;nbsp; The Marines he was with were assigned to the base on Pearl Harbor, and in some cases stayed on board the ships docked there.&amp;nbsp; Grandpa recounted the story to me once.&amp;nbsp; He was sitting on his bed, not yet dressed for the day, reading a copy of Life Magazine, when he heard an explosion.&amp;nbsp; He looked out the window of his quarters and saw the flames billowing up from the USS Arizona.&amp;nbsp; It had been hit with a bomb in the exact spot where it stored it's artillery.&amp;nbsp; The explosion was so devastating to the ship that it sunk in the harbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My Grandpa was on-board the USS Pennsylvania (the flagship of the fleet), which was in 'dry-dock' for repairs.&amp;nbsp; That means that it was not in it's usual 'parking spot' on the island, but was on the other side completely.&amp;nbsp; Naturally, after the Arizona blew, everything turned to chaos.&amp;nbsp; Soldiers didn't have time to get fully dressed before getting to stations and mounting some kind of defense.&amp;nbsp; My Grandpa mounted an anti-aircraft gun and tried his best to shoot down the Japanese planes as the flew over, completing almost three separate attack waves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Grandpa later learned that the ship that was 'parked' where the Pennsylvania usually parks had sustained massive damage and was bombed heavily.&amp;nbsp; Obviously the Japanese had hoped to take out the Admiral (housed on the Pennsylvania) by sinking the flagship, but were disappointed.&amp;nbsp; I'm very grateful that my Grandpa lived through that attack, and the rest of America's involvement in World War II.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-2587186921672711890?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2587186921672711890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/12/threescore-and-nine-years-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/2587186921672711890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/2587186921672711890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/12/threescore-and-nine-years-ago.html' title='Threescore and Nine Years Ago...'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP6vq18eZkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NFCtjTs1sYg/s72-c/pearl-harbor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-3433873666427273732</id><published>2010-12-07T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T13:36:03.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from American Heritage: Superman as the American Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP6lD7A2JrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cQb2CXpziQ8/s1600/SUPERMAN_SYMBOL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP6lD7A2JrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cQb2CXpziQ8/s200/SUPERMAN_SYMBOL.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where do we go from here?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A new Superman movie is currently in the works.&amp;nbsp; With creative oversight and an initial screenplay provided by Christopher Nolan (of "The Dark Knight" and "Inception" fame), Warner Bros. hopes to make this go-round better than 2006's "Superman Returns".&amp;nbsp; Nolan was chosen to 'godfather' the project after his considerable success at bringing Batman to life.&amp;nbsp; So how does one make Superman—colorful, underwear and all—relevant today, and find a place for him on the stage of the world today?&amp;nbsp; Perhaps one way to look at Superman is as the uniquely American hero he is.&amp;nbsp; He bears many similarities to America itself historically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Superman was created by two young boys, Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster, both children of Jewish immigrants to America.&amp;nbsp; Interestingly, Superman's life history contains Jewish and American-immigrant themes.&amp;nbsp; He was sent away from his home, where he would've faced certain doom, like Moses in the Bible.&amp;nbsp; He comes to a new world, and struggles to fit in as a foreigner, like the immigrant parents of his creators.&amp;nbsp; He &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;debuted in comics during the Great Depression, where he originally fought against greedy crime bosses, for social justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Specifically, his purpose is to fight for "Truth, Justice, and the American Way".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Superman  seems discontent with staying at home and simply being a good citizen  himself—he wants to help others, and stop crime and corruption.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He leaves his normal circle of influence to help  people everywhere.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He  generally has virtuous motives for doing so—that is, he "only uses his powers  for good."&amp;nbsp; In comparison, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Superman  does domestically what America does internationally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP6lgahwRBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DJvVWLh5He4/s1600/superman_pic.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP6lgahwRBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DJvVWLh5He4/s320/superman_pic.jpeg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Quintessential Superman.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;George Washington believed strongly that America should avoid becoming 'entangled' in foreign affairs.&amp;nbsp; His isolationist policy lasted for over a century.&amp;nbsp; But eventually the threats overseas, and the attack on the U.S. at Pearl Harbor brought America into an active leadership role on the worldwide stage.&amp;nbsp; Today, the standard procedure in foreign policy is to unseat the reigning government, establish peace, and draft a constitution for the country intended to guarantee a democracy there ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Much has been said about America's motives in maintaining such an 'aggressive' foreign policy.&amp;nbsp; Objectively, if not optimistically, I believe that America has gone into battle in the world over time for both self-interested and virtuous reasons.&amp;nbsp; But regardless of the debate and strife over America's motives, clearly Superman is the quintessential American Hero.&amp;nbsp; His story and history reflects America's so closely, that, given the current situation in the world today, it would be unwise to overlook this obvious connection and these essential similarities, as another generation creates yet another incarnation of the Man of Steel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-3433873666427273732?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3433873666427273732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/12/thoughts-from-american-heritage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/3433873666427273732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/3433873666427273732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/12/thoughts-from-american-heritage.html' title='Thoughts from American Heritage: Superman as the American Hero'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP6lD7A2JrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cQb2CXpziQ8/s72-c/SUPERMAN_SYMBOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-8323635933016727070</id><published>2010-12-06T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:19:27.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Articles of Faith—I Never Knew You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP1s-_tk-SI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fkibgSklLfo/s1600/AoF.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP1s-_tk-SI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fkibgSklLfo/s320/AoF.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I served my mission in Florida, and I met all kinds of Christians—Evangelical, Charismatic, Non-denominational, etc.&amp;nbsp; In my last area there was a big revival meeting happening every night, where the crowds became so huge they had to move out to the airport to have enough ground to meet on.&amp;nbsp; There were claims of medically-verified miracles, divine healings, and even a resurrection from the dead!&amp;nbsp; It was crazy, but I loved it.&amp;nbsp; And even though I met some weird Christians on my mission, I met many who were thoughtful, well-educated, and willing to listen and discuss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;One of the big issues Christians throw at Mormon missionaries is the question of how we are saved.&amp;nbsp; It's a fairly loaded question, because one's answer to the question encompasses one's belief about the nature of the Godhead, the Fall, the place of ordinances and good deeds, the need (or not) for authority, and a slew of other issues which can be—and have been—debated for centuries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I worked with a recent convert in one area as he struggled to understand and accept our beliefs and doctrines, as opposed to his upbringing and training in a regular Christian faith.&amp;nbsp; Over time we've had to sort some things out, and see where we actually agree in many cases and disagree in others.&amp;nbsp; I was learning about so many of these issues and questions that we don't hear much about in church, and so it was helpful for the convert and fascinating for me to explain what we believe, and see it all laid out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My learning has continued since coming home, and studying here at BYU.&amp;nbsp; After reading papers and articles and writing one of my own, I'm finally beginning to see a more complete picture of how and where we differ from regular Christians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;You wouldn't believe it if you looked up on Wikipedia all the different issues and debates and philosophies about how salvation occurs.&amp;nbsp; While they don't go into near as much depth, providing counter-arguments and rebuttals, the Articles of Faith actually state very clearly where we stand on these soteriological (salvation-related) issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;For those somewhat familiar with such lingo, I'll illustrate.&amp;nbsp; The second article describes in a nutshell what we believe about the Fall—and by implication, comments on original sin, total depravity, predestination and accountability.&amp;nbsp; The third article explains tersely what we believe as it relates to the necessity of ordinances, the place of grace, and the question of universalism.&amp;nbsp; The fifth article states briefly that we believe callings and revelations from God are given by those with authority, contrary to the notions of a "priesthood of all believers", or "sola scriptura".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;If you had never heard of some of those terms before, or never knew there was a debate about some of those things, you were just like I was before my mission.&amp;nbsp; It's funny to realize, but I had the Articles of Faith memorized when I left for my mission, I just didn't know how helpful they could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Suffice it to say that I have newfound appreciation for the Articles of Faith—for succinctly stating what we believe, running counter to the religious trends of Joseph Smith's day, and for being the true word of God through His prophet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-8323635933016727070?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8323635933016727070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/12/articles-of-faithi-never-knew-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/8323635933016727070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/8323635933016727070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/12/articles-of-faithi-never-knew-you.html' title='Articles of Faith—I Never Knew You'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP1s-_tk-SI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fkibgSklLfo/s72-c/AoF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-8412914601849413276</id><published>2010-12-06T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T12:57:43.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from American Heritage: The Problem of Evil in Government</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPlXprL52DI/AAAAAAAAADw/tAXiFuxOwBI/s1600/cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPlXprL52DI/AAAAAAAAADw/tAXiFuxOwBI/s200/cake.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Once upon a time there were two little boys, fighting over who would get the last piece of cake.&amp;nbsp; Their Mom hears the arguing and comes in to try and solve the problem.&amp;nbsp; Instead of cutting the cake herself, she wants her kids to learn to govern themselves and get along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; So how could she solve this problem?&amp;nbsp; How could she empower the boys to solve it amongst themselves, and ensure that the result is equitable for both boys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This is the problem we face in government.&amp;nbsp; How do we control the often conflicting self-interest we all have, and channel our energies into working towards a common good "with Liberty and Justice for all"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPlXqfUUVGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/88m2F2mOBL0/s1600/PandA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPlXqfUUVGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/88m2F2mOBL0/s200/PandA.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Plato (left) and Aristotle (right).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Plato and Aristotle had differing approaches to solving this problem.&amp;nbsp; Plato's thinking was that if the citizens of a democracy individually strived for virtue and excellence, they would naturally be good citizens, and willing to abide by law.&amp;nbsp; They would not do anything selfish to endanger the larger public, Plato proposed.&amp;nbsp; His plan for self-governance was based largely on the inherent virtue of the citizens themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;In other words, Plato's solution to the cake problem would be to trust that the little boys would be fair and divide the piece of cake evenly between themselves.&amp;nbsp; Now I don't have any kids, but I have a suspicion that such an approach probably would end with one of the boys crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Aristotle, Plato's pupil, favored a different approach.&amp;nbsp; He believed that government could be structured, with 'checks and balances' as we now call them, to make cooperation and equitable outcomes in everyone's self-interest.&amp;nbsp; He might solve the solution by giving one boy the knife to cut the piece with, but letting the other boy be the first to choose which half he wants.&amp;nbsp; Such an arrangement makes it in the first boy's self-interest to cut the cake as evenly as possible, because he doesn't want to shortchange himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;On the other hand, the arguing boys would've been given a knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;To say that all issues in government are as quaint as dividing a piece of cake would be utterly simplistic of me, and untrue.&amp;nbsp; But the challenge is real in many cases: how do we keep self-interest out and ensure justice and equity among ourselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I believe that successful self-government—of cities, nations, and the world—depends more on people's virtue than on whatever checks or balances we can devise and put into place.&amp;nbsp; We've all seen how corruption and inequity can still result in a system with checks and balances a plenty.&amp;nbsp; They are important, to be sure, but we've seen throughout history that negative human nature can work it's way into any system of government.&amp;nbsp; A good illustration of this can be seen in comparing the Law of Moses and the Law of the Gospel, or the higher law, as it taught in the Sermon on the Mount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;In consequence of their disobedience, the original children of Israel, after being delivered from Egypt, were given what we call the Law of Moses—a very structured, intricate set of laws and ordinances to keep them spiritually and temporally on track.&amp;nbsp; On nearly every subject imaginable, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;laws were given or added later on by rabbis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The Jews continued to practice and expand upon that law until the time Christ came, by which time corruption, greed, and other negative aspects of human nature had worked their way into a divinely given system of law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPlXrHPcXyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gEdH6t_rSoA/s1600/Sermon.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPlXrHPcXyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gEdH6t_rSoA/s200/Sermon.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus' Sermon on the Mount proclaimed a higher, more virtuous life.&amp;nbsp; Conspicuously, He did not set forth a new systematized legislation, give detailed new laws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;or teach how best to fulfill the old laws that were given.&amp;nbsp; He merely encouraged His followers to lead virtuous lives, care for one another, and be their best selves.&amp;nbsp; It seems to me that his emphasis on virtue, rather than structure or laws, indicates that the first and most important challenge in government, was and is to be virtuous above all else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Systems of government vary across the world, each with their own unique challenges and benefits.&amp;nbsp; No matter what system or method of government is in place, corruption and human nature can always make inroads &lt;i&gt;unless&lt;/i&gt; pre-emptively dethroned in each individual, which comes through the Atonement of Jesus Christ, and by practicing virtue in our own lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-8412914601849413276?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8412914601849413276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/12/thoughts-from-american-heritage-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/8412914601849413276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/8412914601849413276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/12/thoughts-from-american-heritage-problem.html' title='Thoughts from American Heritage: The Problem of Evil in Government'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPlXprL52DI/AAAAAAAAADw/tAXiFuxOwBI/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-6922552396041722881</id><published>2010-12-06T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T14:40:46.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Like a Kid Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This past weekend I had two opportunities to revisit the pre-adolescent brain—I watched "A Christmas Story" and spent time on Sunday evening playing with a baby who's less than a year old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Playing with the baby was mentally exhausting.&amp;nbsp; I'm used to figuring people out, -ish, and understanding basic reasons why people do what they do.&amp;nbsp; I'm a psychology major!&amp;nbsp; But trying to read this kid's mind was impossible.&amp;nbsp; It was the most random amalgamation of actions and screeches and squeals and clicking sounds that I'd ever encountered.&amp;nbsp; There was no deciphering it.&amp;nbsp; I got hopeful when he would look directly at the toy I was offering him, seeing perhaps some gears turning in his head, but then he would start shaking his whole body up and down and kicking his legs out like he was doing the butterfly-stroke.&amp;nbsp; All this while laying on his back, wrapped in blankets with a pacifier in his mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It was much easier to understand the kids in A Christmas Story, because there was clever and adult-friendly narration to explain everything in a simple, humorous way.&amp;nbsp; For those of you who haven't seen it, A Christmas Story came out in the early 80's, and is a hilarious story seen through the eyes of a kid (and narrated by him as in a grown up voice) trying to get what he wants for Christmas, as well as survive the local bullies and observe domestic affairs at home.&amp;nbsp; It is hilarious.&amp;nbsp; Maybe you know the part where he climbs up the slide to tell the mall-Santa what he wants, is rejected, and literally booted back down the slide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP1lCyCz0BI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yd-GTBObiEo/s1600/slide.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP1lCyCz0BI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yd-GTBObiEo/s320/slide.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ralphie just wanted a BB gun for Christmas.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Here are some of my favorite quotes from the movie, which really help to show how this kid, and all of us, thought when we were young:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flick:&lt;/b&gt; Are you kidding? Stick my tongue to that stupid pole? That's dumb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Schwartz:&lt;/b&gt; That's 'cause you know it'll stick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flick:&lt;/b&gt; You're full of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Schwartz:&lt;/b&gt; Oh yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flick:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Schwartz:&lt;/b&gt; Well I double-DOG-dare ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ralphie as Adult:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;[narrating]&lt;/i&gt; NOW it was serious. A double-dog-dare. What else was there but a triple-dare-you, and &lt;i&gt;finally,&lt;/i&gt; the coup de grace of all dares, &lt;i&gt;the sinister triple-dog-dare.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Schwartz:&lt;/b&gt; I TRIPLE-dog-dare ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ralphie as Adult:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;[narrating]&lt;/i&gt; Schwartz created a slight breach of etiquette by skipping the triple-dare-you and going &lt;i&gt;right for the throat!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP1lPqDPHMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/K6UmNb5K6O4/s1600/tongue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP1lPqDPHMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/K6UmNb5K6O4/s320/tongue.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(After the kid does it and has to be rescued by the fire department, the teacher tries to guilt-trip whoever was responsible.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miss Shields:&lt;/b&gt; "Now I know that some of you put Flick up to this, but he has refused to  say who. But those who did it know their blame, and I'm sure that the  guilt you must feel would be far worse than any punishment you might  receive. Now, don't you feel terrible? Don't you feel remorse for what  you have done? Well, that's all I'm going to say about poor Flick."&lt;b&gt;Ralphie as Adult: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[narrating] &lt;/i&gt;"Adults loved to say things like that but kids knew better. We knew darn well it was always better not to get caught."&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-6922552396041722881?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6922552396041722881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/12/thinking-like-kid-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/6922552396041722881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/6922552396041722881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/12/thinking-like-kid-again.html' title='Thinking Like a Kid Again'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TP1lCyCz0BI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yd-GTBObiEo/s72-c/slide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-4428306349638089979</id><published>2010-12-03T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T14:40:36.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Canadian and American Heritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Let me begin by saying that I have been taking American Heritage this semester, and I love it.&amp;nbsp; Growing up in Canada, I didn't really know all the history of America—I knew about the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, and other isolated details from American history that are widely known, but I didn't know the history very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I have thoroughly enjoyed learning the history of American government and economics, and seeing how they continually interact and change today.&amp;nbsp; It's probably been the most interesting and satisfying non-religious class I've taken so far.&amp;nbsp; And as with any good class, the material sticks inside the mind, causing further reflection outside of class.&amp;nbsp; I've had many thoughts and ideas rumbling around over the semester as I've taken that class, so they will now come out at the end of the semester in the form of blog entries for my English class!&amp;nbsp; Those entries will be called something like, "Thoughts from American Heritage" or something clever like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;One of the assignments we had in our American Heritage class was to do an "Interview Paper" with a parent and grandparent, comparing our lives to theirs through several different categories.&amp;nbsp; My dad's father (an American) is passed away, so I got to talk with my mom's father (a Canadian) and learn about what his life was like when he was my age.&amp;nbsp; I realized early on that I knew very little about my Grandpa Jamieson's life.&amp;nbsp; We've lived too far away from him to have any extended meaningful contact, so I was glad that I got to learn some details about his life, even for a school assignment.&amp;nbsp; That paper's already been turned in, so this entry is kind of more for fun, just reflecting on how awesome my Grandpa is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPlu-qX38eI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JC--Lmwgbow/s1600/DSCF0887.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPlu-qX38eI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JC--Lmwgbow/s200/DSCF0887.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rulon Alton Jamieson, 87&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He was born in 1923, which means he grew up during the Great Depression.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He's also a  full-blooded Iroquois, which makes me one-quarter.&amp;nbsp; He grew up on the  reservation and has a great memory of stories and people from there.&amp;nbsp;  He also provided us with a very old document detailing which chiefs were involved in forming the Six Nations—complete with little sketches of the different chiefs and which tribes and clans they were from.&amp;nbsp; Obviously it's very important to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He lived through World War II—he wasn't a soldier, although he nearly joined the "Royal Canadian Air Force".&amp;nbsp; Instead he ended up working in factories producing bomber planes and other military equipment.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He's a former regional billiards champion, and he used to supplement his income by beating others at pool and betting on horse races.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Today he visits the local Senior's Center during the day to play pool and cards with his contemporaries, and he can still hop fences and climb trees to pick fruit out of his yard.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He's very intelligent, he can play the guitar very well, and he enjoys solving Sudoku puzzles.&amp;nbsp; Grandpa, you're the man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-4428306349638089979?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4428306349638089979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-canadian-and-american-heritage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/4428306349638089979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/4428306349638089979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-canadian-and-american-heritage.html' title='My Canadian and American Heritage'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPlu-qX38eI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JC--Lmwgbow/s72-c/DSCF0887.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-4486287199956409570</id><published>2010-12-03T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T13:23:11.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Originally Completed October 30th, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thanks  to some artistically inclined friends of ours, my wife and I made a  super cool "Jack of the Lantern" this past Halloween.&amp;nbsp; What do you  think?&amp;nbsp; Comment below if you like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPlagkvvY5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/hUEJb1ezkYI/s1600/ironmannon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPlagkvvY5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/hUEJb1ezkYI/s320/ironmannon.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Sans" awesome lighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="left"&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPlajLpiY0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/QHavOi_rKVE/s1600/ironmanlit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPlajLpiY0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/QHavOi_rKVE/s320/ironmanlit.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Avec" awesome lighting!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-4486287199956409570?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4486287199956409570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/12/sorry-its-late-but-better-late-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/4486287199956409570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/4486287199956409570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/12/sorry-its-late-but-better-late-than.html' title='Originally Completed October 30th, 2010'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPlagkvvY5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/hUEJb1ezkYI/s72-c/ironmannon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-7131868486973563627</id><published>2010-11-30T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T15:05:58.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Dec 2009 — The Proposal (Final)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As Katherine and I left my parents' house to drive to her mom's, it was time for my plan to be put in motion.&amp;nbsp; “Here,” I said, giving her my scarf, “tie this on like a blindfold. &amp;nbsp;I’d help, but I’m driving.”&amp;nbsp; "Okay..." she said, smiling, and probably guessing what was coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We'd already purchased a ring and brought it home with us to Canada for the holidays.&amp;nbsp; A few days before Christmas we also talked with Katherine's mom—mostly about our immediate financial future, and how we would make ends meet.&amp;nbsp; Finally, tonight we had some time before we were due back at her mom's house to play Settlers of Catan with her sister and brother-in-law.&amp;nbsp; The timing was perfect.&amp;nbsp; A little delay on the trip back would be all the time I needed to propose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When she'd finished putting the scarf-blindfold on, it made me think of when we first got back together after my mission.&amp;nbsp; We had dated before—we were high school sweethearts.&amp;nbsp; She had gone to BYU while I was gone, and had grown up in ways I hadn't expected.&amp;nbsp; I had grown too, but definitely not in ways I would've thought.&amp;nbsp; When we finally reunited over the Christmas holidays of 2008, we did it kind of blindly.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We didn't really know each other like we used to.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It was the first time we'd seen each other after 2 years and four months of being apart, but we went ahead and got back together anyways.&amp;nbsp; That was a year ago tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Where are we going?" Katherine asked, attempting to peek out from under the blindfold.&amp;nbsp; "Hey!&amp;nbsp; Don't look, it's a secret," I said, as if she didn't already know.&amp;nbsp; My plan for the proposal was a simple, but meaningful one.&amp;nbsp; It was the anniversary of our getting back together, and I was going to drive her to a special location blindfolded, so she wouldn't know where we were going.&amp;nbsp; Since we had a little bit of time before we arrived, I started to tell her what I'd planned to talk about during the drive there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Katherine's dad had passed away while I was on my mission.&amp;nbsp; He had had multiple health challenges during his last twenty years of life.&amp;nbsp; Yet through it all, he and his wife, Katherine's mother, were strong and their love for each other grew with the challenges they faced.&amp;nbsp; They developed an inspiring reliance on each other as a result of going through so many difficult times.&amp;nbsp; I felt that Katherine and I had similarly grown closer through our own trials over the past year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Before I could explain what I meant, though, I realized that I was lost.&amp;nbsp; That wasn't part of my plan.&amp;nbsp; I said to Katherine, "Um, I'm not sure if we're going the right way anymore."&amp;nbsp; She let out a nervous laugh, unable to do anything else.&amp;nbsp; I'd only been to where we were headed twice, once by train and on foot.&amp;nbsp; I had an idea of where I was supposed to go, but I wasn't sure how to get there.&amp;nbsp; So for a few seconds, we both were lost.&amp;nbsp; In hindsight, it made the whole thing funnier, and less serious, but also more meaningful.&amp;nbsp; I finally recognized a landmark and got my bearings again, so on we drove.&amp;nbsp; With our sense of direction restored, I continued my little comparison of us to Katherine's parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Of course, I didn't have any of the physical health problems Katherine's dad experienced.&amp;nbsp; We hadn't had anything close to the challenges her parents have gone through, but in the last year we had had our own unique adversities.&amp;nbsp; After my mission, I struggled with perfectionism and depression, and Katherine helped me and supported me in confronting those issues while we dated.&amp;nbsp; I told her, while driving, that I believed we too could grow stronger and closer together as a result of the trials we'd already been through, and that the love between her parents that she admired so much could be part of our lives too.&amp;nbsp; She had said before that I reminded her of her dad, so I felt the comparison would be acceptable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We finally reached the spot and parked the car.&amp;nbsp; When I stepped out of the car it was freezing! &amp;nbsp;I should've guessed that being on top of a hill would have that effect.&amp;nbsp; The city of Calgary is divided by a river that runs east-west through the middle of the city.&amp;nbsp; On the southern side of the river is the downtown core of Calgary, with all the skyscrapers and new developments of the city center.&amp;nbsp; On the northern side of the river is a major road and a large hill up to a street called Crescent Road.&amp;nbsp; There's a lookout point on Crescent Road where you can park your car, and some benches have been built so people can sit and look out over the river at downtown Calgary.&amp;nbsp; At night, when all the buildings are lit up, it's quite a sight.&amp;nbsp; Beyond that, this lookout point was also the same place where Katherine's dad proposed to her mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I ran over to the other side of the car, opened Katherine's door, and helped her out of the car, since she was still blindfolded. &amp;nbsp;Snow crunching under our feet, we walked a few steps closer to the edge of the hill.&amp;nbsp; I faced her towards the skyline, and pulled out the ring.&amp;nbsp; I told her she could take her blindfold off, as I got down on one knee.&amp;nbsp; Her face lit up when she saw the view, recognizing it instantly.&amp;nbsp; We were both a little giddy, and I realized that I hadn’t planned what I was going to say. &amp;nbsp;I only had a general idea of what needed to be said, having never proposed to anyone before.&amp;nbsp; I could hardly believe the words were actually coming out of my mouth as I popped the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;She said yes, thank goodness. &amp;nbsp;As we hugged, over her shoulder I saw that some bystanders admiring the view had witnessed the proposal. &amp;nbsp;I was about to make a joke to my new fiancee about us being a celebrity couple already, but she grabbed my hands and started pulling me towards the car. &amp;nbsp;“I’m freezing!” she said, but&amp;nbsp;I had forgotten how cold it was.&amp;nbsp; We hopped back in the car and started to drive back to her mom's house.&amp;nbsp; On the way back we almost got lost again, which would’ve been hilarious—but we knew where we were going this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-7131868486973563627?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7131868486973563627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/11/27-dec-2009-proposal-not-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/7131868486973563627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/7131868486973563627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/11/27-dec-2009-proposal-not-movie.html' title='27 Dec 2009 — The Proposal (Final)'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-8316103386622721044</id><published>2010-11-29T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T13:12:46.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Kairosity" in Comic Book Films</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPQ9PVd8bYI/AAAAAAAAADE/1U8I2LT-hhE/s1600/the_dark_knight_movie_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPQ9PVd8bYI/AAAAAAAAADE/1U8I2LT-hhE/s200/the_dark_knight_movie_poster.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Why is it that The Dark Knight (2008) was such a popular movie, when it's DC Comics counterpart, Superman Returns (2006), did not do so well?&amp;nbsp; Why did Roger Ebert say that Iron Man (2008) was the best superhero movie since Spider-Man 2 (2004)—which he said was the best superhero movie since Superman (1978)?&amp;nbsp; I don't think it's due to Hollywood making better superhero movies, because many people didn't like Spider-Man 3 (2007) as much as Spider-Man 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPQ9OOpLOjI/AAAAAAAAADA/buSTHgoNPxs/s1600/Superman+Returns+wallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPQ9OOpLOjI/AAAAAAAAADA/buSTHgoNPxs/s200/Superman+Returns+wallpaper.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A movie's popularity and success certainly goes beyond special effects.&amp;nbsp; If success were dependent on special effects—which improve as time goes on—then The Lost World (1997) should have been better than the original Jurassic Park (1993).&amp;nbsp; The explanation most frequently offered today is that the characters or stories of certain movies are better.&amp;nbsp; This is true, but there's an element of characters and stories that is essential to their popularity and success that is hard to put into words until you've taken an English class from BYU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I believe a main contributing factor to these movies' success is their "kairosity" (I just made that word up).&amp;nbsp; For those who didn't read our little textbook, 'kairos' is the term used when, in a rhetorical situation, the time is right for a particular comment or action to be made.&amp;nbsp; Think of Jack Sparrow, from the first Pirates of the Caribbean (2003).&amp;nbsp; He told Will Turner and Barbossa to wait to do whatever they were going to do until&lt;i&gt; the opportune moment&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; That is to say, the time when one's action/comment/involvement will have the most favorable impact on the outcome of a situation.&amp;nbsp; "Strike while the iron is hot."&amp;nbsp; For movie stories and characters, kairosity is timeliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPQ-uu2lfxI/AAAAAAAAADI/FFsKZCejjsM/s1600/IronGiant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPQ-uu2lfxI/AAAAAAAAADI/FFsKZCejjsM/s200/IronGiant.jpg" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;There was an animated movie that came out in 1999 called The Iron Giant.&amp;nbsp; It's a story about a young boy in Cold War era America who discovers a giant robot that fell out of the sky.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This  giant is discovered just as Sputnik first begins orbiting the earth, and  so the fear of a 'red' threat looms ominously like the giant itself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Naturally, the giant attracts attention, especially from the paranoid national government, who wants to destroy the giant before really trying to understand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The movie is excellent, with a great moral message, but it didn't do well in the box office at all.&amp;nbsp; It was poorly marketed and generally overlooked, because the cold war paranoia didn't resonate with the prosperous age of the late 90s.&amp;nbsp; The movie was set in the 50s, and centered on a war that (in '99) had been over for 20 years.&amp;nbsp; The story is a great one, the characters are convincing and realistic, but the context of it all wasn't very timely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPQ-w3JPGNI/AAAAAAAAADM/6-v-OdJtMRU/s1600/ironman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPQ-w3JPGNI/AAAAAAAAADM/6-v-OdJtMRU/s200/ironman.jpg" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Fast forward to 2008, when Iron Man came to the big screen.&amp;nbsp; This movie had great characters, and a classic prodigal son storyline, but it was also timely.&amp;nbsp; The hero is created out of an alternative form of energy, which was a current issue in 2008, and still is.&amp;nbsp; Tony Stark, the hero, is a CEO whose raucous lifestyle mirrors the celebrities we follow today.&amp;nbsp; The opening scenes of the movie show Stark getting kidnapped by terrorists and held hostage in the mountains of the Middle East.&amp;nbsp; By bringing up such timely situations and themes, the Iron Man is able to essentially say to his audience, "I speak your language, I know what your world is like," whereas the Iron Giant is not only from another place (outer space), but stuck in another time completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Although there are many reasons why some superheroes and their films are more successful than others, we should also remember that a lot more money went into The Dark Knight than Superman Returns, Iron Man didn't have an emo dancing scene like Spider-Man 3, and there's simply no more inspiring person to play Superman than Christopher Reeve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-8316103386622721044?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8316103386622721044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/11/kairosity-in-comic-book-films.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/8316103386622721044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/8316103386622721044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/11/kairosity-in-comic-book-films.html' title='&quot;Kairosity&quot; in Comic Book Films'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPQ9PVd8bYI/AAAAAAAAADE/1U8I2LT-hhE/s72-c/the_dark_knight_movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-3233886497005807004</id><published>2010-10-04T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T15:42:09.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Boy with the Wonderful Words"</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That was my name-title to one of my friends back in elementary school.&amp;nbsp; It's also painfully funny because I am notorious in my family for some really unfortunate Freudian slips of the tongue on my part.&amp;nbsp; For example, one time in a sacrament meeting talk, I said that Nephi and his brothers went back to Jerusalem to obtain "the plates of grass....brass, that is."&amp;nbsp; Suffice it to say that everyone knew where my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; sat in the congreg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;ation that day because they couldn't contain themselves.&amp;nbsp; Punks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Another nickname given to me in elementary school was "walking dictionary".&amp;nbsp; This is because I was really good at spelling and knew slightly more than your average fourth-grader because I had three older brothers who had all gone through fourth grade already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;In our family we've played with words for a long time.&amp;nbsp; For example, my Mom used to say things to us like "Robin Hood: Prince of &lt;i&gt;Sleeves&lt;/i&gt;"?&amp;nbsp; We of course had to correct her.&amp;nbsp; "No, it's 'Prince of &lt;i&gt;Thieves&lt;/i&gt;'!" we would say.&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Or she would ask utterly ridiculous questions like "Do you suppose of toes?"&amp;nbsp; Of course not—for fear of supposing (erroneously) that they were roses.&amp;nbsp; (Anyone who knows that reference is awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Also, I recently learned from my wife that playing with phonemes (the basic sounds that make up words) tends to high intelligence and reading ability in young children (my wife's a special ed teacher).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;So I come to this English—I mean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Writing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;—class with all this as my background.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I find that I appreciate the process of choosing the proper words to convey my intended meaning.&amp;nbsp; For me, words are knowledge.&amp;nbsp; True, words only convey information or knowledge, but putting the right word to my feeling or idea is satisfying to me in that I understand things more clearly with the right words being used to describe them.&amp;nbsp; And so, in a way, working on refining my rhetorical analysis and choosing the proper words is enjoyable to me.&amp;nbsp; And I've found that choosing the right words comes in handy in more than just an English class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let me illustrate with a story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My mother is visiting this week, and last night we needed to figure out who would pray before bed.&amp;nbsp; With old roommates we would do rock-paper-scissors to decide, and at home with my brothers we would do the nose-goes rule.&amp;nbsp; So I decided it would be funny to say something like "We used to do rock-paper-scissors, but we're better than that now," and then I would quickly touch my nose before anyone else could say anything.&amp;nbsp; I thought that it was pretty funny, because I knew what I was going for, but I also felt that I needed to use different words.&amp;nbsp; The joke was that I was gonna default to a &lt;i&gt;method of deciding&lt;/i&gt; that was equally childish and not at all an improvement.&amp;nbsp; As I was finishing brushing my teeth, I settled on what I thought was a better wording—one that would more clearly communicate the point on which the joke hinged.&amp;nbsp; Instead of saying "we're better than that now", I came out and said to my wife and my mom, "Me and James used to do rock-paper-scissors to decide who would pray at night, but we've since progressed to more refined methods of deciding."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then, when I quickly put my finger to my nose, everyone laughed (just as I thought they would), but I knew it was because the joke was more clearly communicated.&amp;nbsp; If I had just shot from the hip, and said what first came to me, it wouldn't have been as clear, and my wife would've only had to give her obligatory laugh.&amp;nbsp; But because I used more "wonderful" words, everyone genuinely laughed.&amp;nbsp; And that was the best reward of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(I'll bet you didn't know that being a clown was such intelligent, difficult work, did you, wife o' mine?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-3233886497005807004?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3233886497005807004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/10/boy-with-wonderful-words.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/3233886497005807004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/3233886497005807004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/10/boy-with-wonderful-words.html' title='&quot;The Boy with the Wonderful Words&quot;'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-3138821876260320418</id><published>2010-10-01T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:33:33.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Circle of Life for Vampires</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TKZEggTYOUI/AAAAAAAAACI/F_GXMEnge_U/s1600/images.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow I don't see him bursting into song...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TKZEggTYOUI/AAAAAAAAACI/F_GXMEnge_U/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is Edward Cullen really immortal?&amp;nbsp; I hope not.&amp;nbsp; But looking at the 'life cycle' of a rhetorical situation from Writing and Rhetoric Chapter 3, I saw a similar life cycle occurring with popular fads and trends.&amp;nbsp; As a refresher, the life cycle of a rhetorical situation is as follows: origin, then a stage of maturity, deterioration after it has passed it's peak, and then disintegration altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Most fads are certainly recognizable at the peak of their popularity.&amp;nbsp; The current vampire craze can be traced directly back to the Twilight books (its origin), but the craze only came to the forefront of popular culture with the release of movies based on the books.&amp;nbsp; This fad has matured now (I hope), and many people—mostly men—are glad that it seems to be deteriorating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The final and critical stage of disintegration is similar for fads as well as rhetorical situations.&amp;nbsp; As a rhetorical situation example, in the 60s after JFK's assassination, there was much talk of a government conspiracy behind the murder.&amp;nbsp; Decades later, in the early 90s, a film was made putting forth similar arguments and bringing up the issue again.&amp;nbsp; While a situation like the debate over JFK's assassination had disintegrated (as far as most of the public was concerned), there were those who would resurrect the issue later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Similarly, in popular fashion, back in the 80s "wayfarer" sunglasses were made famous by television stars like Don Johnson, and became an essential fashion accessory for men.&amp;nbsp; They eventually fell out of favor, but nowadays on campus one doesn't have to look far to see them being worn again, even as frames for regular prescription glasses.&amp;nbsp; Though wayfarers are not as popular now as they once were, the fad has been resurrected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It seems that fads for popular consumption, as well as issues for public discussion, go through a similar life cycle, only to be resurrected again by future generations.&amp;nbsp; I guess it's up to the next few generations to decide if Edward Cullen really is immortal.&amp;nbsp; I, for one, will be teaching my kids to let him rest in piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-3138821876260320418?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3138821876260320418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/10/circle-of-life-for-vampires.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/3138821876260320418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/3138821876260320418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/10/circle-of-life-for-vampires.html' title='The Circle of Life for Vampires'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TKZEggTYOUI/AAAAAAAAACI/F_GXMEnge_U/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-8748432661357482089</id><published>2010-09-07T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T12:38:22.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Things Up for a little while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Since I had already started a blog way back in the day (a year ago), I figured why not revive it and give it a new twist—make it my WRTG 150 blog!  What a great idea!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;As a result, those of you who choose to "follow" me on my blog will also get a glimpse at what I was doing a year ago, and see some mission pics.  Since there are so many RMs around these parts, hopefully everyone's tired of mission pics and no one will pay attention to any of them.&lt;br /&gt;Now a word about the video.  Isn't it awesome?  Have whatever fun you want with how cheesy/corny/mushy it is, that girl became my wife, and I love making movies.  If you've got a better cheesy I-love-my-girlfriend-video posted on your year-old-blog, I'd like to see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-8748432661357482089?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8748432661357482089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/09/changing-things-up-for-little-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/8748432661357482089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/8748432661357482089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2010/09/changing-things-up-for-little-while.html' title='Changing Things Up for a little while...'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-2386041685843406091</id><published>2009-06-18T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:32:10.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a glimpse into my life as of late...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Many of you, my dear followers, have wondered what daily life is like for me down here in Utah.  In response to the thousands of inquiries in your thousands of comments on my thousands of posts, I have taken the liberty to put together a little video that shows what life is like for me.  I hope you enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6458746d317894f6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6458746d317894f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331251998%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA6615E9F401284FB2DDA89CE6E223CE4C1AAFF2.2B630960038C554635605F0FDC0459E97A54CCFC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6458746d317894f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5DaBwGSmhkp7hlaPykCSHdc7d3k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6458746d317894f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331251998%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA6615E9F401284FB2DDA89CE6E223CE4C1AAFF2.2B630960038C554635605F0FDC0459E97A54CCFC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6458746d317894f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5DaBwGSmhkp7hlaPykCSHdc7d3k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-2386041685843406091?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6458746d317894f6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2386041685843406091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2009/06/glimpse-into-my-life-as-of-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/2386041685843406091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/2386041685843406091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2009/06/glimpse-into-my-life-as-of-late.html' title='a glimpse into my life as of late...'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-1058641938148888525</id><published>2009-05-28T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T12:42:18.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://costumzee.com/view/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/miami-vice.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://costumzee.com/view/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/miami-vice.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 324px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 257px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Well, fun things are happening around these parts.  This past weekend, I met up with an old mission buddy of mine, formerly known as Elder Belizaire.&amp;nbsp; He and I first met when we were in the MTC.  He was introduced to me and I was told that he was going to the same mission as me, and so I thought out loud, "Wouldn't it be cool if we served together?  Then we could be like Crockett and Tubbs from Miami Vice!" (see right) He didn't know who they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;were (nobody did, it seemed), and he actually didn't even speak good English at the time.I never really saw him during my mission until the last 6 months or so.  We finally did serve together, in Lakeland FL.  We had so much fun!  Some of my best memories from my mission are with Belizaire.  We did lots of work, we had fun and laughed a lot, and we were always so excited to go to Fred's Southern Kitchen for lunch.  Fred's and Golden Corral are incredibly good places to eat as a missionary!Tubbs and I played basketball (mostly Tubbs), we learned how to drive together (mostly Tubbs), and we had tons of fun teaching and helping people in Lakeland.  Here's some of the people we worked with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v356/58/26/1528631631/n1528631631_25407_2140.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 270px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 360px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Melody and Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v356/58/26/1528631631/n1528631631_25388_7534.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 270px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 360px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jameson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v356/58/26/1528631631/n1528631631_25397_9630.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 270px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 360px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It was fun seeing Tubbs again and catching up on old times — the only part that wasn't cool was the burly security/secretary guy who hassled us for about 10 mins on which doors we could and couldn't use and how we had to check in to see Tubbs at school.  Kinda left a bad taste in my mouth....Good times though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v356/58/26/1528631631/n1528631631_25389_7755.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 270px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 360px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Lakeland Vice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/SiKo7cDZsNI/AAAAAAAAABU/kJXtQNHiUYQ/s1600-h/Lakelandvice2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342017847111037138" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/SiKo7cDZsNI/AAAAAAAAABU/kJXtQNHiUYQ/s320/Lakelandvice2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-1058641938148888525?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1058641938148888525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-fun-things-are-happening-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/1058641938148888525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/1058641938148888525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-fun-things-are-happening-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/SiKo7cDZsNI/AAAAAAAAABU/kJXtQNHiUYQ/s72-c/Lakelandvice2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-8690120061985856280</id><published>2009-05-17T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:14:19.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor of....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Which famous actor do I look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/ShCQQDdE-VI/AAAAAAAAABE/EKVdIyjNxos/s1600-h/Photo+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/ShCQQDdE-VI/AAAAAAAAABE/EKVdIyjNxos/s320/Photo+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336924163913611602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This week I've decided to pay tribute to an old favorite....Summer of 2006.  Way back in the day, my lady and I would always go out and play games, do some sort of physical activity (like climbing trees), and also dancing.  That's a favorite of ours.  This week Katherine and I attended a lesson on the Lindy Hop, which is not an easy dance to learn in half an hour.  We caught on quick, as you can see below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://artsedge.kennedy-center.org/exploring/harlem/images/themes/lindy_hop_2_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 317px;" src="http://artsedge.kennedy-center.org/exploring/harlem/images/themes/lindy_hop_2_full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday we played Ultimate Frisbee with a bunch of people at a Stake Activity — Katherine held her ground pretty good.  She blocked a pass with her arm and the guy crumpled to the ground in shame!  It was sweet, she has a real presence on the field!  So that's the extent of my tribute to the past.&lt;br /&gt;Now for the present....&lt;br /&gt;BYU life is interesting — people are more and more frequently referring to me as "Beard-o"  or "Beardey".  It's growing on me.  The beard, I mean.  The hardest part about this limbo between BYU and Calgary, aside from the subterfuge of sneaking into classes, has been trying to figure out what to do about school.  It would take just about as long for me to finish a film degree in Calgary as it would in BYU, but I sometimes wonder if a film degree is something I should be pursuing in this turbulent economy?  I'm just kidding about the whole economy-thing, but I kinda wonder if a film degree is a viable option for someone who wants to provide for a family in the future?  Of course a film undergrad degree doesn't doom me to a life/career within the film industry — in fact there are lots of options and places to go with a film degree as a starting point.  But it's very uncertain, and I like stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fragilex.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/teeter-totter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 240px;" src="http://fragilex.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/teeter-totter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, these are all things that are on my mind late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ly, as the adventure continues here in Provo!  We'll see if we can get some posts/links/comments on the blog this time!  Take care y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-8690120061985856280?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8690120061985856280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-honor-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/8690120061985856280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/8690120061985856280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-honor-of.html' title='In Honor of....'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/ShCQQDdE-VI/AAAAAAAAABE/EKVdIyjNxos/s72-c/Photo+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-8693417816882540741</id><published>2009-05-11T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:03:30.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Life in These United States....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/SghfdcdEAAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qxeBnjdtc1Q/s1600-h/Photo+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/SghfdcdEAAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qxeBnjdtc1Q/s320/Photo+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334618718079287298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A funny thing happened to me today....actually it was Friday night.  I am, as you may know, very heavy into High School Musical.  Fun tidbit of movie-info: the high school that they used to film High School Musical is in Salt Lake City!  It's actually called East High!&lt;br /&gt;On Friday evening I and my ladyfriend (that's her beside me) found ourselves in Salt Lake City with some time on our hands before another social engagement.  So we thought we'd stop by this school and see what we could discover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine my surprise, and utter consternation, upon arriving at the school to find that there was some sort of event taking place there and that the doors of the school were unlocked!&lt;br /&gt;So in we went, adventuring and exploring and marvelling at the wonder and beauty of it all.  Just kidding, but we did go in and check it out, and took some pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/SghhRBBpnAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mMbvhU6ceWI/s1600-h/IMG_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/SghhRBBpnAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mMbvhU6ceWI/s320/IMG_0138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334620703581379586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/Sghhn_YzKhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/W_ukMf2rtmI/s1600-h/IMG_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/Sghhn_YzKhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/W_ukMf2rtmI/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334621098278595090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was my best attempt at an emotive Zac Efron, I mean Troy Bolton.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in HSM4 he'll come back to the school after having gone to college and grown a beard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, a good time was had by all, except for the cadets trying to have a ball (literally) who were puzzled by a wandering couple smiling and giggling as they walked the empty halls of a school they're likely pretty tired of.  Either way, it was a fun adventure, and only a prelude to the greater fun and chaos the summer holds in store for our heroes!  (Hint: this means next entry will be interesting and possibly exciting too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/SghjVh-rwHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nzrvxTy74po/s1600-h/IMG_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/SghjVh-rwHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nzrvxTy74po/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334622980170039410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm off to sneak into Stephen E. Robinson's New Testament class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-8693417816882540741?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8693417816882540741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-life-in-these-united-states.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/8693417816882540741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/8693417816882540741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-life-in-these-united-states.html' title='Dear Life in These United States....'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/SghfdcdEAAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qxeBnjdtc1Q/s72-c/Photo+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294247834147560409.post-2201065599868212197</id><published>2009-05-01T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:00:28.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/SftUSSyGAHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OqIZgskmOas/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/SftUSSyGAHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OqIZgskmOas/s320/Photo+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330947257179439218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello all!  This blog will be used to document my summer of fun in Provo, but more importantly the progress of my beard growth.  Two weeks ago today was the last day that I shaved, and as you can see it wastes no time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every once and again I tell people it's my playoff beard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday I opened an account at Wells Fargo and the lady there said that it looks natural on me, as opposed to others who try and it comes out in patches.  I fear I'm being spied on by the BYU Secret Police, but so far I haven't had any run-ins with the law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One person I would like to have a run-in with is my sister-in-law!  She's here for the Women's Conference, and I'd like to find her and meet all her little friends, but the place is crawling with women!  I try to look only for the women with P-Cute's characteristics — blond hair, short — but there's tons of them!  She's planted decoys everywhere!  (Can You find P-Cute at the Women's Conference below?  Neither could I!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clonning.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/human_cloning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 300px;" src="http://clonning.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/human_cloning.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Irregardlessly, I'm having fun, getting settled, and figuring out finances is great!  Thank goodness for credit cards and planning ahead!&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/294247834147560409-2201065599868212197?l=superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2201065599868212197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/2201065599868212197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/294247834147560409/posts/default/2201065599868212197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superfunhappysummer.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-weeks.html' title='two weeks!'/><author><name>Michael M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00992180061523271490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/TPg2VQRquYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_lMByalaFO0/S220/burns.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTyzmvpkfLk/SftUSSyGAHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OqIZgskmOas/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
