Everything is good.

Everything is good.

Everything is light.

Everything is happiness.

Like going inside a temple that the pioneers spent 40 years building

and touching 120-year-old doorknobs

that they made with their consecrated hands.

Like sitting around with your FHE group

reminiscing about the 90s,

eating cookies and scratching each others' backs,

and feeling the Christmas feeling 

that you feel when Jesus is among you,

even though it's February.

Like making a kite from scratch,

and running around like a little kid

trying desperately to make it fly

while the streamer-tail is made to dance

by the wind a-blowin' all day long.

Like appreciating the snow

because you've got boots on

and it falls silently.

How silently, how silently

the wondrous gift is giv'n.

Like talking to someone

and feeling better afterward,

not worse.

Like party rockin' in the house tonight,

dancing the night away

in a group of people that you love so much,

you can't blink that strobe-light grin

from off your face.

Like looking at the cute baby in Greek class

that the dad in the front row brings with him,

thinking about the magnificence of man

instead of learning your grammar.

Like listening to Neal A. Maxwell

use words so artfully,

with such careful concern,

that you are moved to tears.

Everything is good.

Everything is light.

Everything is happiness.

Why must you turn my hall into a den of running?

Remember in high school when everyone used to RUN to the cafeteria at lunch time?

I never got it.


In high school, I wanted to get there as late as possible,
so I wouldn't have to sit alone at the table waiting for my friends.


But one day this week,


I was going to get a Pork Barbacoa wrap in the CougarEat for lunch.


I knew it would be packed, since it was lunchtime.


But just my luck,


my writing class let out early!


I crossed campus from the MARB to the Wilk, 


and,


it's true,


I started to run.


If I could just get in line before everyone else! 


That would be the difference between waiting for 5 minutes and waiting for 20 minutes.




I laughed at myself, realizing that.


for the first time,


I too was running to the lunch line.




But let me tell you my friends, 


it was a success!

"He lives to learn in life's hard school."

What I'm learning in school:

-Attic Greek

-Marriage Preparation

-Writing about Arts & Humanities

-LDS Temples

-Theoretical Syntax

What I'm learning in the school of life:

The most magnificent part of life is the human soul,

body + spirit.

You must treat the body how you would treat the spirit if you could touch it.

When I was little, I couldn't spell "sense."

There are only two types of people in this world.

Those who ask,

"Does that make sense?"

and those who say,

"That makes sense."

I don't know exactly what it is,

but I'm convinced that there's a fundamental different between the two groups.

One fine day.

When I would watch Nickelodeon as a child,

CatDog always seemed to come on after whatever I was watching.

I never watched it,

but I always stayed for the theme song.

It actually has made a great impact on my life.

I take any 2-syllable word and put it in for "CatDog."

e.g.

Crock pot! Crock pot! Alone in the world was a little crock pot.

Intolerable intolerance.

(Disclaimer: Potentially offensive.)

I happen to feel very strongly that

any person 

who is so blindly partisan as to unabashedly vilify a political figure of the opposite party on the grounds of party alone, and who extends that hatred outside of the realm of politics and attacks the essence of the person himself 

looks really dumb.

Democrats and Republicans alike.

(This might be the only thing they have in common.)

Why are politics and civility mutually exclusive?

PS. This is billed as "fine art." I have to disagree.

This is a political cartoon with delusions of grandeur.

When is the last time you framed a political cartoon and displayed it in your living room? Hm?

I get it now.

The secret is this:

You have to love 

and not want anything in return.

Otherwise you're not really happy.