Swoon!

I have a new rock star crush.

His name is Brian Aubert, from the absolutely fabulous band Silversun Pickups.



This concert was amazing. One of those I-can't-stop-smiling-because-my-soul-is-so-happy kind of shows. I need more shows like this.

And Brian Aubert has the most charismatic stage presence. The drummer ain't bad either. Give Silversun Pickups a listen if you haven't already! They're so so amazing!

Love from the Past

I spent my Sunday evening hearing stories about my Mom's family. She told me all about how her Grandmother met her first, then second, then third husband. How she married at 14, then ran 6 months later. Then my Mom told me all about her Mother and Father. How they met at 17 and were madly in love. How my Grandpa joined the army while waiting for my Grandma to finish high school because he was worried that if he stuck around, they wouldn't make it to the temple!

Heritage is just the most amazing thing. It helps me remember that I'm a part of something so much bigger than myself. It reminds me that my little life and my little stories are just a tiny stitch in the design of my family, who is in turn a tiny design in the huge tapestry of human existence.

After hearing all these stories, I remembered a picture I LOVE!!! of my Dad's parents. It was snapped on their honeymoon:



Young love... it led to my Father's family, which in turn led to my family. I've always hated the saying, "All because two people fell in love." But seriously. It's some pretty epic, magical stuff!

Childhood Fears

I was recently reading about Pop-culture-induced anxieties over at A.V. Club and thought I'd share my own, just for fun.

At the tender age of 9 years old, I was blissfully unaware of the idea of mortality. I knew there was such a thing as death, but I never really understood it or how it would affect me personally. That all changed after seeing


This movie introduced me to the fear of death. And not only death, but scary, prolonged, painful death by alien invasion and abduction. People died by explosion, falling debris, vicious alien take over, crashing airplanes, and even suicide. And suddenly, I knew I would die when aliens invaded at any point in the near future.

I was terrified.

This terror resulted in a month-long, constant stomachache. A real sickness, caused by psychological damage from a silly Will Smith movie.

I finally spoke to my Dad about my fears of alien abduction and death. I'm sure he was taken off guard by my irrational thoughts. But, being the upstanding man that he is, he sat me down and helped me understand that not only was the fear of an alien take-over quite silly, but that life does not end at death. He shared his testimony of the truth of life after death, and helped me gain an understanding of post-life existence.

And my stomachache was gone and has never returned. I now own and enjoy watching this movie.

Thanks, Dad!

Confused...Bamboozled...Puzzled...Muddled

A recent occurrence has left me feeling like this little guy:

It'll clear itself up with time and thought and, perhaps, action.

New Compy!

I just got a brand-spankin-new MacBook!

Well, only new to me, since I purchased it off eBay.

But still, I'm stoked.

Get ready for a lot more pictures of me like this:

I know you're excited.