The Frankfurt Tribune

Germany!!

2012-02-01T07:59:00.000-08:00

HALLO!!!! (FYI: That's German for Hello)

Well I've been pretty busy lately so the whole "blogging" thing hasn't been all that high on the priority list. Besides, I doubt you were all dying to hear about my 22 page essay on The Christian Allegorical aspects of "The Pit and the Pendulum" anyway. But January is over, I've emerged from the library and have been playing catch-up with all the fun things I've been wanting to do. I've also finally gone digital :) Yeah.. I got my first digital camera, and I feel like sort of artsy fartsy type of guy whenever I pull it out of me bag. But don't worry. I'm not a photographer. Just another dude with an expensive camera and access to internet tutorials :) Well. Since I don't have to tell you everything let me just show it to you.

Home Sweet Home. All 45 sq. feet of it. On the left is my closet, on the right is my entertainment center(aka bookshelf), and that brown thing in the foreground is the book I used to prop up my camera on my desk.

No chairs in the place. Better go furniture shopping. This one looks nice.

Ok, maybe not.

This chair is actually an optical illusion set up in the train station, and I thought it looked worth sharing.

I was actually on my way through the Heidelberg train station because I wanted to try and get some night shots of the city. There's an old foot bridge a little ways away from the church building that I've crossed before, and I figured it'd be my first spot to poach.

Unfortunately the night was a little foggy and I couldn't get the castle into focus like I wanted to. So I pulled out for a broader landscape shot and was pretty pleased with this.

I still wasn't really getting what I was wanting though, so I figured I'd look around and see what else I could find. All it took was a 180 degree turn and I got this.

It's nothing more than a few apartment buildings but I really like it.

Also for those of you who didn't know I had some extra money when my University got rid of tuition for next semester. I made a quick jump across the pond to visit some family and friends. This one is from the red-eye.

I also played around with looking like a Rabbi for a few months. I didn't mind but when I finally shaved the Relief Society practically threw me a jubilee.

A little taste of Mannheim rooftops.

And this here is my favorite. Minus the fact that it's tilted a few degrees to the right(no tripod) I figured it wasn't a bad job for the first real photo I took with my new camera. For those of you who don't know this is the Mannheim Water Tower. In the summer that little plaza will become a fountain. I'll have to try again then as well I guess.

It's not much but it's a start. I've got lots of pictures to share, and I plan on using my bike [Thanks ALI :)] to track down all the castles in the surrounding hillsides. I know of 5 so far, but I tend to use that as my photography practice and will probably be posting on them later. Hope everything is going well for you all.

JANUARY

2011-11-17T22:12:00.001-08:00

Hey hey hey...

So I took a peak at my syllabii earlier this week and low and behold I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. That's right.. only 6 more Shorts Stories, 4 More Poems,3 more translation, 1 more Play, and 1 more Novel to go until I'm officially into Christmas Break. Bring on the Leberkuchen, and Kinderpunsch.

It makes me all sorts of excited. :) The sunning is setting at 4pm, and the lights of the Weihnactsmarkte are making up for it with enough cozy twinkling to give even the jolliest elf nausea :P

Ok.. it's not that bad, but German sure know how to celebrate Christmas. I mean. Honestly.. It puts us Americans to shame. As far as Christmas goes in America we got three days of good ol' celebration/fighting. AKA Black Friday, Christmas Eve, and Christmas (You can throw in New Years if you want.. still won't make a difference.), but In Germany we got The 4 Advents, St Nicolas Day, Christmas Eve, Christmas, and Second Christmas. (I'm leaving out Mary's Conception Day, and Ephinany because while cool they're not too celebrated.), and that gives us a total of 8 DAYS of celebration. Not even the Jews got it so good.

Anyway, you can probably tell that I'm excited, but who wouldn't be. What's even more exciting is that not only do German's take Christmas seriously. They also don't mess around when it comes to Christmas Break.

Starting sometime within the first two weeks of Christmas, until Mid February, I am going to have more free time, (and thanks to budgeting and school grants :) ) and money than I can shake a stick at.

What am I to do? So far I've got three ideas, on which I can't decide, and so.. I'm leaving it up to you. My loving masses (12 people can count as a mass right? 33 if you count Nieces, Nephews, and In-Laws) to help me decide. To your right there is a poll wherein I have set the parameters for my possible January Adventures.

If further explanation is needed here are my options in detail.

1) Cycling Italy

Pretty straight forward really. Get a bike, catch a train, and go far enough South to find the sun. I'm thinking somewhere between Rome and Sicily. The plan here would be to spend 2-3 weeks, more or less riding where ever I felt like. Most towns have a Hostel and so every day I can pick a destination and ride there. Take in the sights, Catch some Rays, Get lost in Translation again. All in the life of a Cyclist.

2) Ski Bum Around Austria/Switzerland

More or less the same thing as Italy, but instead of going for sun, I'm going for snow. Places like Innsbruck, and St. Anton are Skiing Meccas for the european scene, and once again.. Hostels are cheap and warm, and ski rental prices are pretty reasonable. With nothing but a bag full of gear, and a lunchbox full of trailmix, bratwurst, and gouda, this trip could be a once in a lifetime homeless experience ;)

3) No place like home

This option I came across whilst looking for plane fair to England, but right now flights back home to Idaho are SUPER cheap. And Mom's homecooking always does a body good. Just an idea.

So go to the polls, and click your dot. Lets see where you would go if you were me.

OCD?

2011-11-11T05:00:00.001-08:00

So a question. What has to be wrong with you before the following occurs?

So as many of you know I love bikes. I've ridden and/or competed in nearly every form of cycling from XC Races to Road to Time Trial to Cyclocross, and even DH and Freeride. I also seem to have a bike for every form of race as well. On top of that I've worked for the past 6 years in bike shops. First as a salesman, and later on as a mechanic. The collective worth of all my bikes combined, is probably more than what was paid for my last two cars (combined). I also have a name and personality for each one of my bikes. :) Ok.. so maybe love is too weak of a word here, but I believe I make my point clear that for me, biking isn't just a hobby, it's a passion. Whether that passion borders on the sociopathic, I'll let you decide.

Anyway... knowing who I am, I knew it was going to be tough living here in Germany without a bike. I thought I could make do. I mean "logically" it's only ten months, it'll be winter most of the time, and it wouldn't be worth it to drag a bike all the way over from the states. Little did I know that not only beauty, but value is also in the eye of the beholder, and I was scarcely here a month before I realized the gravity of my error in coming to EUROPE without a bike.

And when it rains it pours, because we're now a fair chunk into November and we've yet to even hit below 0 C (32 F for Americans). Heck.. today was warm enough to spend outside with only jeans and a t-shirt on. And everywhere I look there seems to be someone with a bike (The apartment bike rack is right outside my window), and more than once I've contemplated buying a pair of bolt cutters.

Obviously something is up, and in order to keep myself from going Rogue and ending up in some German Prison with nothing but a single Bratwurst and a warm beer (ask a german for bread and water and he'll just look at you funny), I've found many small ways to cope.

First, was the internet. Specifically Pinkbike.com. Second came Bike Magazines (an article rating Germany's Mountain Bike Parks caught my eye), and most recently it's been visiting Bike Shops on my free afternoons, specifically a shop not too far from my house called Stadler. Imagine Performance Bikes, but larger selection (Sorry for those who don't know about Performance Bikes. You'll have to remain out of the loop [and if the paranthesis(or would that be parenthii?) are bothering you, just skip em. They're kinda useless comments anyway.].).

Well earlier this week I was going through one of my normal perusals of their wares, when a pretty snazzy looking bike, for a decent sum, caught my eye. Pulling it off the shelf for a closer inspection I found it even more appealing, and decided to take it for a spin(This store has a built in track for test riding.), and much to my dismay I found that the bike was COMPLETELY out of tune. Rear Shift Cable needed tensioning, Front Derailluer was out of alignment, handlebars were rolled too far forward, front quick-release was loose (didn't get too far with that one), and the wheels hadn't been tensioned properly (most likely not at all.).

Disappointed, but knowing that sometimes these things happen, and that the mechanic responsible for building this bike was probably a newbie like I once was (I remember weeks, where everyday my VERY patient boss would bring my works back down from the sales floor and tell me to get it right) I found a salesman and told him what was up.

And guess what he said. He looked at me somewhat confused and said "Oh, that's not one of our test ride bikes." HUH? Wrong answer there buddy! I don't care if this is a test ride bike or not, 1) if you intend to sell this bike, you better well be concerned that it's built right or you're going to have a very pissed off customer, and 2) if you're going to let customers ride around on bikes put out on the floor then you better make sure that they're safe to ride. That and about 4-5 points drilled into my head by my boss over the last few years ran through my head, but arguing with someone who doesn't know what they're talking about is alot like arguing online with people in the comments section. You may be right, but you still look like an idiot.

So I didn't say a word. Just nodded, put the bike back, and went home vowing to myself that I'd never buy a bike from this place.

Now here I am two days later, and nearing the end of this lil' novella. It's friday afternoon, and I'm once again bored (aka can't read another novel about German Buergertum or else my head will explode), and in need of some fresh air I find myself wandering through the automatic doors of Stadler again.

Accept this time. I've got a multi-tool stashed in my pocket. With all the relaxed-suave-super chill moves of Danny Ocean I slowly make my way to that poor deprived soul (I mean the Bike, and yes.. they do have souls.) to see if anything had been done. Nope.

A careful look around shows that we're alone. I can't spot any cameras swiveling from the rafters, and all the workers seem to be occupied with one task or another. I've got my tools in my hand, and while pretending to be simply "looking" I loosen, adjust, and retighten, one piece at a time. And then, hop on the bike and go for a short spin around the track, secretly loosening barrel adjusters, and putting the derailleur stops back into place. All under the secret guise of a simple customer, testing the fit of a bike.

The whole process was maybe ten minutes. And most of that was spent doing a few victory laps around the store, because after getting the love she deserved(didn't I explain that all bikes female, I don't know how they reproduce, but they are), she was so in tune that she sang like the fat lady at the end of the show. It was great, and I think I may have found myself a new level of bike obsession to keep me satisfied until I can be reunited with Miss Devinci, Fuji Apple, and Sweet Pea next summer. Namely: Superhero Bike Mechanic (any nieces/nephews who wish to submit crayon drawings of my superhero outfit will be greatly loved [I'd offer presents but Uncle is poor and love is free.].).

Or maybe I'm just sick. But if this is sick then I don't want to be healthy.

Uchtdorf

2011-11-08T01:55:00.000-08:00

So as many of you already know. There's a certain man in the LDS Church who is kind of a celebrity amongst Saints, Airline Pilots, and German Speaking Missionaries, and if you've managed to come this far without reading the blog title I'll give you a hint. He's the only German Second Counselor in the First Presidency. That's right, it's President Dieter F.(Short for Friedrich I believe) Uchtdorf, and his birthday is on November 6th, (Guy Fawlkes fans may enter their own "Remember Remember Jokes here"), and in order to celebrate he decided to throw a fireside. Quite the partier wouldn't you say? Well I guess when you've got enough friends to fill two stake buildings, a fireside is the safer way to go, but anyway I digress. Back on topic, in celebration of his birthday, President Uchtdorf came back to his home stake and held a fireside for the members he's known almost all his life.

And luckily for this German bound guy, President Uchtdorf is the former stake president of the Darmstadt/Frankfurt/Heidelberg area, which just so happens to be my stake. :) hooray.

But wait, there's more!

In a special invitation to many of the YSA in the area who are active in institute, the choir seats were left open as a place for them to sit.

So... fast forward to last sunday, as the chapel, cultural hall, overflow room 1, overflow room 2, and overflow room 3 were filling themselves one mini van sized family at a time, this skinny college student managed to squeeze a spot roughly ten feet away from the podium. After assuring that both the podium, and estimated seating arrangement of Uchtdorf and Frau were as close as possible, and that a clear line of sight would be maintainable at all time I settled in for the next 90 minutes.

As he walked into the chapel there was the expected wave of silence, as the congregation stood, but what took me by surprise was how instead of taking the most direct route to the pulpit, he progressed around the chapel through a series of hugs, and handshakes from one old friend to the next, until he eventually made his way to the stand where he took his place.

I didn't have a camera handy, but my friend Sara was kind enough to provide this shot. Basically if you remove that clump of hair on the left side, and slide the camera a few inches over to the left you'll see me. :) I know this is about as much proof of my being present as there being life on other planets, but hey.. they're both plausible right?

Anyway, President Uchtdorf gave a wonderful talk, that as far as my notes say was about the using of small and simple things to build and bear testimony. He didn't have a specific topic as far as I could tell, and mostly his tone was that of speaking to friends and family rather than teaching a specific lesson.

He provided a few anecdotes, recalled a few memories, and gave his testimony of the authenticity of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

My favorite story, was probably the one he tells of when a newly baptized family first came into his ward. There was a young woman in this family that he described as "the one with large brown eyes", and he explained how as a teacher, he'd try and organize his route while organizing the sacrament so that he could be the one to hand her the bread/water. He always wore his best suit on those days, and made sure it didn't get wet or wrinkled or worn.

She knew him as: The boy who always wore the same suit.

He argued it was the only one he had.

Needless to say that brown-eyed girl eventually became Sister Uchtdorf, and it's funny to note the effect one pretty girl who knows her standards, can work on even the scrawniest of deacons.

All in all the fireside was a grand ol' time. And after the closing prayer Uchtdorf surprised us by running back up the microphone to tell everyone to not run away so fast, as he still needed to track down some friends and catch up. We surprised him in turn by sinking an off key, multilingual rendition of Happy Birthday.

I didn't get to shake his hand, but he did shake the hand of the guy next to me, and was probably about to shake mine, but the quickly growing mob (interesting that now our Prophets are mobbed with handshakes and hugs) swept him away before he could. It's all ok though. I got to stand a few feet from him, and got to look him in the eye. (He's shorter than I thought), and that really was more than I could've ever hoped form.

Coolest Companionship Ever

2011-09-18T17:25:00.001-07:00

I have the strangest urge to listen to what they have to say.

Lift Where You Stand

2011-09-18T15:47:00.000-07:00

As most of you know my coming to Germany had a large part to do with some very wonderful school opportunities, but always in the background I've had the feeling that while here I would also have the opportunity to learn some gospel truths.

Its exactly a month since I left, and as I was winding down for the day I was puzzling over all that's happened in these short but seemingly full weeks a conference talk came into mind that I'd heard once. I can't recall the name of the talk, nor the speaker, but I do remember clearly the phrase "Lift Where You Stand." coming clear in word and meaning from across the pulpit.

Often, in a society where much knowledge is present, we as humans tend to focus so much more on sharing what we know, and as consequence to our mortal limits lose focus on doing what we should. The balance is hard to find, and I as often as not, tend to end up on the wrong side of the focus as well. But as I recalled that phrase, two examples came to mind of events that conspired in the last week that I was privileged to observe.

The first took place Thursday evening after the weekly Institute lesson, during dinner. Many of you may already know this, and many of you might not, but for those in Europe of the young single adult age, we do not have Singles Wards or Firesides or Linger Longers. Most of us don't even live in the same stake, let alone the same town. But one of the greatest blessings we've been able to have is the Institute Centers, which are run, voluntarily generally by Senior Missionaries, or Members (Most of which are not young). And due to the distances traveled by many of Young Single Adults every week after institute a dinner is held, (Matt 15:32).

These facts may seem trivial and a digression, but please bear with me. They have a point. And that is every week Sister Ybarra (a lovely old woman who you want to just hug as tight as you can, but you're scared too because you may snap her in half), calmly prepares a meal capable of rivaling most Thanksgiving tables, (usually missing out on the lesson), sets the tables, waits for everyone to be served, and quietly cleans up afterwards. Without saying so much as word. Honestly.. I'm sure she finds great pleasure in the work, but on last thursday we had lasagna on the menu, and it was clear by the 4 or 5 lasagna pans that were now lying empty on the serving table, that Sister Ybarra would very likely be washing dishes well into the night. I was just noticing this, when I saw a man, who of a generally quiet nature, got up, walked over to the table, and gathered the pans into his hands and walked into the kitchen.

Maybe it was the spirit, maybe it was guilt, maybe it was both, but I too got up and joined him. We didn't get much done. Just scrubbed, and dried the lasagna pans, before we were pulled aside to help with something else.

Between the two of us the whole deed took probably less time than its taken to read this anecdote, and honestly the whole thing was forgotten soon after.

That is until yesterday, when Sister Ybarra stopped me in the foyer, looked at me with a smile, and just said "Thank you." in a voice that clearly meant it. I don't know if it was the dishes she was thanking me for, or if it was for noticing her and stopping to help. Probably doesn't matter in the end, but thank goodness for that quiet observant man.

The other story, while much shorter, and maybe not as impressionable, is one that is just good. As many of you may know, I'm in possession of one very ragged, and worn sweater vest. Many of you have often stuck your fingers in the holes and said with all the deduction of Sherlock Holmes.. "There's a hole in your vest." To which I generally smile, and say "Yep". I really don't know why I like this particular sweater vest. In fact... I generally dislike vests and sweaters all together, let alone a combination of the two in argyle brown. But when I wear it I feel good, and so like a tattered comfort blanket I carry it from continent to continent. Well as you might've guessed... as this story was taking place. I was wearing it. And once again, a very observant friend of mine said. "You have a hole in your vest." To which I said.. "Yep, a couple actually" and I pointed out a few more as I explained that this used to be my Dad's vest when he was my age, and that it's my favorite.

She smiled.

Then she pursed her lips in thought.

And in a very stern voice she said "Take it off."

At first I thought I hadn't heard her right. But she repeated herself, and motioned for me to take it off. Still somewhat confused, I obliged her, thinking maybe she wanted to get a better look at the holes, and handed it over.

She held it up. Looked at. Pursed her lips in thought again. And then rolled it up and stuffed it into her purse.

"I'm going to fix it." she said "I'm not very good at sewing, but I think I can take care of those holes." And before I could nod, she turned back to her scriptures ending any argument.

It was so simple. She saw a need. She thought maybe she could do something about it. And acted upon that impulse.

The admonition to "Lift Where You Stand" is a wonderful teaching, but anyone who's attempted to eat the core of an apple knows... fruits taste much better than seeds.

I want my ball

2011-09-09T09:58:00.000-07:00

So earlier this week after classes were finished I headed into the city with my friend Sara to go looking for school books. We were one our way from one book store to another, when I noticed a little girl, probably around two years old, trying to reach her ball which was floating in the city center fountain. It was just inches away from her fingers, and her face was just a mask of determination in reaching her toy. My first thoughts were how cute, but that was rapidly followed by an almost audible UH-OH when she started raising her chubby leg over the small wall of the fountain. Those of you who have ever raised a two year old can already guess the outcome if she succeeds in mounting the wall.

Spying no parents on their way to intervene, I tapped her on the shoulder and asked if she needed someone to get her ball. She kinda looked at me like "Duh", but was kind enough to just simply point and say "Ball" a few times. Which was good enough for me. I asked her to hold some papers I had on me (schedules, syllabii, book lists, normal first week stuff) and then reached out into the fountain to get the ball (which had now floated farther away). I was just about to grab the ball, when a splash of water drenched my arm. Looking over I saw my chubby little friend had tried to use my papers to extend her reach, but had succeeded mainly in dunking my papers. She was about ready to go for it again, but by then I had the ball and as quickly as possible I exchanged her wet ball for my wet papers. Which seemed like a fair deal to her. And I went to dry off my papers while she looked ready to toss her ball somewhere else.

Crazy kids. They're just too cute and smart for they're own good.

Bednar

2011-09-07T02:02:00.001-07:00

Last night the Mannheim/Heidelberg Stake a wonderful fireside, and I'm sure you can guess by the title why. Elder Bednar of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles was here and needless to say the meeting house in Kaiserslautern was PACKED! I arrived late because I had a class I couldn't miss, but when I got there the parking lot was so full that people had filled the lanes between the rows of parking spots. Everything was bumper to bumper, and you could say the same thing about the seating conditions inside. Luckily I managed to find an open piece of wall up on the stage I could lean on, and despite the heat there seemed to be enough people fanning themselves with their progams to create a subtle enough breeze through the place. I don't know if he gave a talk or not, but when I got their E. Bednar was doing a Q&A Session with the members.
While there were certainly tons of questions, some of the one that stood out in my memory were:
From a 12 year old deacon:How do I prepare to become a Missionary?
Bednar: You are a missionary now, and you should have a good 6 years of missionary experiences before you become a full time missionary. He pointed out that he could 1) Pray like a missionary, 2)Read like a missionary, and 3)Invite others to come unto the Gospel like a Missionary.

From a mother of five daughters: How do you raise children to be able to live in the world without being of the world?
Bednar: Speak less, Listen More, Invite to Action.

From a Father: Which form of Football do you prefer? American or European?
Bednar: I prefer the favorite sport of which ever country I am in.

And one answer to which I cannot remember the question I remember hearing E. Bednar give strong testimony to the amazing power of the atonement. He admonished that the Savior does in fact know us by name, and personality, and that whatever it is we're going through. WE CAN DO IT.

In the end he bore his testimony of the Savior and firmly admonished his role a a witness of Jesus Christ, and of the reality and divinity of The Man.

It really was a great evening. One that left me staring out the car window in thought on the ride home. Kinda cool to have what we have :D

First Day :)

2011-09-05T01:39:00.001-07:00

Well It's 10:30 and I'm just about ready to head off to my first day of classes. Here I go :)

Help... someone stole the soap

2011-08-24T09:53:00.001-07:00

Not joking... about that title their. So I've been in Germany almost a week now, and so far getting settled has had it's ups and downs. The biggest of which has probably been my search for an apartment(found one by the way.. but more on that later), so for the past week I've been bunking in a hostel just south of the university, and going into the city during the day to get stuff for school figured out. Registration, Paying fees, opening bank accounts, eating fatty cafeteria food, perusing the want ads for apartments, and so on and so forth.
Well not two hours ago I had just made my way back to my bunk, and given the incredible humidity of the day I was ripe for a shower. So I gathered up my things and made my way over to the showers only to find them occupied. Not really wanting to go back to my room just yet I figured I'd step outside and walk down to the Rhein(about 50 yards)while I waited for the showers to open up. A thunderstorm was rolling by in the distance and I figured while I watched the lightshow I'd try skipping a few rocks out onto the river. Putting my hat, shampoo, and towel, down onto a bench I walked the last twenty feet or so to the river.
The lightning was awesome, and the storm was close enough that the thunder felt like the sky was being torn in half. Even the wind was strong enough that I could stand out on a rock and lean out over the Rhein without falling in. It really was something to behold.
The storm was quickly passed, as most summer storms are, maybe five minutes at the longest, and then I turned around to find my bench completely empty with the exception of my hat.
Seems I'd just been robbed.
I tried to be upset, and it may have worked for about 3 maybe 4 seconds, until the picture of some homeless man walking around town with nothing but a bottle of shampoo and a towel and around his waist popped into my head.
I guess the guy really needed a shower, as that's all he took.
I still feel the need to chuckle when I think about it. Maybe next time I'll leave a razor and some shaving cream out. ;)

Leaving on a Jet Plane

2011-08-16T07:59:00.000-07:00

Well it's T-30 hours, and it finally seems a reality that I'm going to be spending the next year in Germany. It's funny how the mind can refuse to truly comprehend something until the very last minute, while at the same time it while take the body through all the motions of packing, saying goodbye, and I dare say...flying. Even now I don't really think it's fully dawned on me yet that I'm actually leaving, and for how long. Strange...
Anyway as I woke up this morning and looked at my bare 10' X 10' bedroom it kinda hit me that I'm out of here :) All that's left to do is pay some final bills, roll up the sleeping bag, and unplug the tv. It's going to be weird. It's going to be hard. It's going to be alot of things, but most of all... THIS IS GOING TO FREAKING ROCK!!!! And if not... well at least I got to go on a plane ride :D

Me in Fifty Years

2011-08-05T21:37:00.000-07:00

Ok... so my roommate Myka is a pretty big fan of the band Angels and Airwaves... He showed me this and while the movie is cool I really thought the old man was definitely a futuristic version of me. What do you think?

"HALLUCINATIONS" LOST FOOTAGE FROM THE ANGELS & AIRWAVES FILM "LOVE" from Angels And Airwaves on Vimeo.

Also this video is pretty rad as well. Kings and Queens by Thirty Seconds to Mars

WILL HE COME BACK ALONE??

2011-07-18T19:07:00.000-07:00

Ok... so I'm sorry for not really being that up to date on my whole germany thing. Most of you were notified through text or phone when the exciting news came, but for those who don't already know. I'M GOING TO GERMANY or in other words ICH GEHE NACH DEUTSCHLAND. But what I find even more interesting is the vast majority of people who think I'm going to be getting married over there. Everyone from Professors, CoWorkers, Friends, Bishoprics, and even Family have all asked the daunting question. So if you look to the column on the right you'll find a poll. check yes or no as to whether you think I'll be coming back with a little Fraulein.

Mannheim

2011-05-07T18:11:00.000-07:00

After 4 months another project has finally come to a close. These two manila envelopes are currently on their journey across the pond to a small little city of Mannheim, Germany, and my stomach hasn't stopped churning since.

Some of you may already know this, but for those who don't these two nerve-wracking envelopes contain my application for a study abroad at the University of Mannheim. I'm hoping that this fall I'll be able to finish my BA in German Studies in Germany, and that I'll be able to do it in the city I once served in for 4 months in.

This city is absolutely beautiful, and the idea of going back is one that makes both excitement and nervousness pool into my gut at the same time.

There's a longer story of how I came to this point, much of it directed by the spirit, but I'll save you the messy details. Lets just say this is a once in lifetime opportunity that doesn't even happen to those who do a foreign exchange.

Normally an exchange student will go to a predetermined sister school, and when I first started looking at doing an exchange that's what I did as well, but it didn't quite feel right. Then a little voice said "what about the university in mannheim" and so I shot off an email to the international students department at Mannheim U and found out that they had an entire program for students like me.

Many prayers, fasts, and piles of paperwork later I finally sealed the envelopes and penned in the address. I was so nervous I had to rewrite the address twice because I kept leaving out letters in the address. On top of that I even made a photocopy of all my transcripts, applications, photos, and letters of recommendation and put together a second envelope "just to be sure" my application arrived.

And so now I wait......

The University won't even begin to look at the applications of foreign exchange students until their semester ends at the end of May, and so I won't even know if I'm accepted into the program until mid to end June, and it's killing me.... Every couple of days I get on google maps and look at the satellite imagery of the city. It seems that tracing my path through the city with a mouse is the only way to keep myself calm.

I don't know what the future will bring, but it sure looks exciting.

There are two more posts below this so don't hit the little x in the corner just yet. Scroll down to see what else is new in my life.

Little Black Dress

2011-05-07T16:33:00.000-07:00

One of the greatest advantages of having four seasons within a year is that not only is there a change in pace between cycling and skiing, but that there is also some downtime from riding that allows you to really put some tender loving care into your bike.

Ever since I first purchased Miss Devinci (My downhill bike )back in 2009 I've had plans to eventually rebuild her into a race worthy machine. Well this last winter. Thanks to a very hefty tax return and some friends who are great at scanning the internet for deals I'm proud to present:

MISS RAVEN DEVINCI

If you can't remember (or even cared to remember) what she looked like before just scroll down a couple of blogs and you'll see some pictures of her stripped down to the frame just before I started painting her.

The paint job sure took awhile. I started back in February by first stripping all the paint off the frame and bringing her down to bare aluminium (No pictures were taken of Miss Devinci naked, it wouldn't be proper), and then with a loosely obtained permission from my landlord I pitched a tent in the yard and through the month March I began laying down layers of primer, and then paint.

Unfortunately Winter made a come back for the beginning of April and the process was put on hold, as part of the painting process requires a full day where no wind or dirt or rain could contaminate the drying paint. I don't think I've ever followed the news as closely. Also not to mention that between each coat a paint the surface had to be wet-sanding and any paint runs or mistakes had to be removed before the next layer was put down.

On top of that the rear shock was sent off to Fox Racing Suspensions to be overhauled, new bearings for the headset and bottom bracket were dug up, and a brand spanking new set of race wheels were located by my friend Ty (Who desperately needs to get back from the Middle East so we can go ride).

You may not understand everything that was done but it's ok. A picture says a thousand words, and I think I'll let Miss Devinci tell you everything. Here are a few less than professional quality pictures.

For Luke

2011-05-07T13:10:00.000-07:00

One of the sweet things about going to school is that you often find the most random things floating around campus. One of them is the Comic covered Professors door. Every school has one. Maybe every department. Down here at ISU it's kind of a fun game to enter some random building, take the stairs above the classroom to where the teachers offices are and walk around looking for funny stuff taped to doors. Well early this week I found the following comments posted on a teacher's door. It reminded me of Luke, but given that we're all children of our Mother, I figured most my siblings would enjoy the stupid humor. :P Read on.

Following every Qantas flight, pilots fill out a form called a gripe sheet, which conveys to the mechanics problems encountered with the aircraft during the flight that need repair or correction.

The mechanics read and correct the problem, and then respond in writing on the lower half of the form what remedial reaction was taken, and the pilot reviews the gripe sheet before the next flight.

Never let it be said that ground crews and engineers lack a sense of humor. Here are some actual logged maintenance complaints, and problems as submitted by Qantas pilots and the solution recorded by maintenance engineers. By the way, Qantas is the only major airline that has never had an accident.

P= The problem logged by the pilot.

S= The solution and action taken by the engineers.

P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.

S:Almost replaced left inside main tire.

P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.

S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.

P: Something loose in cockpit.

S: Something tightened in cockpit.

P:Dead bugs on windshield.

S: Live bugs on back-order.

P:Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces 200 feet per minute descent.

S: Cannot reproduce on ground.

P:Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.

S: Evidence removed.

P:DME volume unbelievably loud.

S:DME volume set to more believable level.

P:Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.

S:That’s what they’re there for.

P:IFF inoperative.

S:IFF always inoperative in the OFF mode.

P:Suspected crack in windshield.

S:Suspect you’re right.

P:Number 3 engine missing.

S:Engine found on right wing after brief search.

P:Aircraft handles funny.

S:Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right, and be serious.

P:Target radar hums.

S:Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.

P:Mouse in cockpit.

S: Cat installed.

P:Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer.

S:Took hammer away from midget

Sandbagging???

2011-04-18T23:48:00.001-07:00

Tax Day has come and gone, and while many of my fellow Americans were busy crunching numbers and digging through W-2 forms I found myself in an elementary school parking lot surrounded by small cluster of men and women wearing tights. All of whom were eyeing the queasy looking sky and thinking the same thing. "What in this good green earth encouraged me to leave my warm saturday morning bed and come out here?"

The reason. Race Day! Hosted by ICE(Idaho Cycling Enthusiasts, but i think the pun was intended) the annual Tax Day race was only a few minutes from starting. I hadn't competed in a race in nearly 5 years, and judging by the mass of $2000 carbon fiber road bikes lining up next to me on the starting line I was starting to regret my decision to come, as all I had was my $300 steel single-speed. I figured if I finished I'd be happy.

Well the race started off, and I'm sorry I didn't have anyone to take any pictures, but one hour eleven minutes thirty-seven seconds and twenty miles later I rolled across the finish line a full twenty minutes ahead of second place.

Not bad I thought.

Considering I dropped the pack about a mile into the course and never saw another competing soul until the end, but what really gave me bragging rights was the laughable fact that some kid on a cheap piece of steel was able to finish strong let alone finish. Felt good.... maybe I'll have to go start wrestling Sitani, and Noah, and Jace so I can brag about beating little kids as well :P

It's finally finished

2011-02-09T22:18:00.000-08:00

Ok... So I'm pretty sure that most of you have no idea what's finally been finished, and that it's a project that's been in progress since last summer. In short, the three room basement apartment that I rent with my roommate Myka was originally equipped with a bedroom for each of us and a shared living room. But as Both Myka and I eventually invested in our own personal flat screens the living room became a very lonely unused room. Then last August as Myka and I were preparing to start another riveting semester of "academic joys" we looked at our living room and saw the potential for a tidy little workshop.

First steps included removing all previous furnishing from the room.

Second, thanks to the pile of unused lumber and a couple extra large pieces of shop counter tops removed from the trash heap outside of Scotts Ski and Sports, a workbench was made.

Third, a used bike stand was located.

Fourth, tools were unpacked

Five, Shop apron was found.

And sixth, Miss Devinci has been given her own Spa Day :D

Plans for a Shock overhaul, new wheels, and regreasing of bearings are in order. Along with a deep cleansing scrub that bubbles down to the threads on the nuts :D I'm hoping to enter into the Utah Downhill circuit this year to see how I can do and so I'm very excited to now have a place to myself where I can tune my bike. :D

Now of course some things are going to have to be acquired over time. Tools like a truing stand, headset press, Bottom Bracket Removal Tool, and cable cutters are all on the mind, but first addition will probably be the all essential stool. I'm currently using this bad boy fashioned out of three 4x4's and a piece of particle board I had lying around. It's fastened together with furniture tacks and I've nailed a 2x4 underneath it to keep the thin 'seat' from bending when I sit down. I know many carpenters out there are groaning quite loudly at this abhoration of construction, but really it's quite sturdy, and effective, but I too cannot wait to find a padded cushion to sit on.

But all in all it's quite a pleasing site to see. The workbench really brings it all together, and needless to say I'm pretty stoked at the whole idea. I've been wanting to piece together my own home shop ever since I started working at Perfomance back in 2005. Crazy eh. Well I guess this will serve as my blog for the first half of the year. Over and out.

NEW BIKE DAY!!!

2010-10-29T10:07:00.001-07:00

US MSRP: $1,500*

4130 double-butted cromoly frame with ISCG mounts and vertical drop outs
Marzocchi Dirt Jumper 2 80mm travel fork with 20mm thru-axle
BMX-style 4130 cromoly tubular cranks with Syncros chainguide
SRAM X.9 8-speed rear derailleur; short cage
Avid BBDB 5 mechanical disc brakes

Pea Soup

*Actual retail price may vary based on any added dealer freight, tax, and assembly fees.

Frame 4130 Double Butted Cromo W/ ISCG integrated mount and vertical drop outs
Sizes 13” Short , 13” Long
Frame Shock N/A
Fork Marzocchi Dirt Jumper 2; 20mm Thru Axle 80mm Travel
Headset Ritchey Drop In Internal
Crank Set 4130 Tubular Cromo 10 spline interface W/ e.thirteen 32t crownwheel
Bottom Bracket Euro Sealed
Derailleur Front Syncros Chainguide
Derailleur Rear SRAM X.9 Composite Short Cage
Freewheel SRAM PG850 8-Speed 11-28
Chain Shimano HG40
Pedals Pivit Featherlite w/ Replaceable Pins
Handlebar Syncros FR riser bar; 40mm rise 710mm width; 31.8 clamp
Stem Syncros FR; 50mm extension; 31.8 clamp
Grips SDG Lock On
Derailleur Shifter SRAM X5 Trigger Shifter; 8 Speed Right Side Only
Saddle SDG Skylite I-Beam
Seat Post SDG I Beam Alloy Mirco Adjust 25.4
Seat Post Clamp Pivit alloy bolt on
Hubset Pivit Sealed 120t driver disc Alloy 8/9 Speed Cassette; Pivit 20mm Sealed
Rim SUN S.O.S 32h
Spokes Stainless Steel 14g
Tires Kenda Small Block 8 2.35F / Kiniption 2.3R
Brakes Avid BBDB 5 Mechanical Disc w/ 6” Rotor
Brake Lever Avid FR5

So.. you survived the data sheet :D Did you understand any of it? I can upload the geometry schematics too if you wish. But if you haven't already heard or figured it out by now I have a newly added mistress to my harem of bicycles. I'd like you all to meet my new DJ (dirt jump) bike. Made from chromolly steel for a very smooth ride this baby is a mix between a BMX bike and a hardtail mountain bike. It's main riding design if you haven't guessed is for lofting yourself off of large kickers and manicured jumps, but it's also burly enough to be ridden down some pretty good trails. Ever since I spent my first winter on Elizabeths tiny little red bike I've been craving a good light bike that could be ridden in the town, and at the local dirt jumps. The streets here in Pocatello don't stay covered in snow, and so I'm hoping that as the mountains begin to be closed to biking that I'll be able to keep honing some of my new found "skills" by riding this sweet baby! Stairs, Walls, Dirt Jumps, and Retaining Walls beware this is going to be fun :D

If you're still reading I guess you're probably interested in knowing the story of how I got this little gal. Well I first wanted to get her when Scott's (bike shop I wrench at) picked up Haro Bikes this year, but sadly even with Employee Purchase this beauty was out of my price range for most of the summer. She retails for about $1500, and the shop gets them for about $850, and with the 20% of wholesale that comes to roughly $650-$700 for Employee Purchase. I still wanted it though and as mom has often told me (generally in reference to getting my room clean) that whenever I wanted something I somehow tend to find a way to get it (she would then punctuate the point that I should want to clean my room and then I'd find a way to get it done). So I've been putting little bits of money aside all summer hoping to maybe have enough by seasons end, but when I totaled the books I only had enough for the bike that's a few tiers down from this guy :(.

It's not a bad little bike, but it's kinda like buying a Kia Sephia when what you really want is a Nissan Xterra. It does the job... but.. well you all know. But being the budget friendly guy I am I decided to go and order what I could afford, but to my great pleasure I found that the Haro Steel Reserve 8 was on clearance for only a few bucks more than the 1.2 :D

And well.. the rest is kinda history, and since I'm scheduled to go riding here in like 10 min I better wrap this up and get to the trail. When I get pictures I'll post them, but until then just admit to yourself that you're a tiiinny bit jealous ;)

Down Time

2010-09-14T11:30:00.000-07:00

Ok... so those of you who I've promised to blog

about my Labor Day trip to Colorado, my apologies. This is not it. I'm still waiting for same footage from my friend Ty(designated camera man). Due to this lack of footage, an immense amount of homework, and the fact that my poor mistress had her deraileur tore off, there has been a stupid amount of cycling down time. Parts should be coming soon, but until then I've settled into my bed, and have collected a wonderful selection of short cycling shots that I think are the bomb. Enjoy :D

Letter to my future Wife

2010-07-10T15:10:00.000-07:00

Inspired by limegreenmoviegirl.blogspot.com

Dear Wife, Wifey, Buttercup, or Buttmunch. Whatever it is I end up calling you when you finally get around to showing up. I just wanted to let you know that I'm a superhero. Yes I know that my scraggly arms and tiny calves aren't exactly grade A Superman, and the fact that you can play my ribcage like an xylophone isn't exactly your typical trademarks of the man who will constantly be saving you from my maniacal nemesis Dr. Octotoes, but believe me I will save you. And even if you don't believe me and feel inclined to scoff at me when I'm flexing in the bathroom mirror please take note of my amazing Superpowers.

1)I can fly(It requires my bicycle, but no one gave Batman any crap for using a gliding cape)

2)I can lift 4 gallons of milk with one hand. It'd be five but the thumb doesn't bend that way.

3)I have femmie sense. They're not nearly as honed as Spiderman's Spider senses, but I can sense the proper moment to ooh and aah, and when to restock on the household chocolate supply.

4)I change diapers.

5)I change blowouts.

6)I remember to take out the trash.

7)Jedi mind tricks are nothing compared my monkey toes that can retrieve a remote from over 6 feet away without moving.

8)I can change a flat.

9)I can empty an entire refridgerator in under 3 hours.

10)Those spandex tights in the closet... ya those are mine... what do you think they're for?

If you still scoff at my Heroisms... well just ask the children ;) They know that I'm a Superhero.

Who ever said nothing in life was free... Was Wrong

2010-05-08T22:11:00.000-07:00

Ok... so I must've helped some old lady cross the street in the Premortal life because I certainly don't think that I deserve any of what I'm about to show you, but somehow or another I've been exceptionally blessed with some goods, that while temporal, are very much appreciated.

The story runs as follows...

In the space of Thursday morning to Saturday evening I have somehow managed to have item after item given to me from friends, coworkers, and some guy who was helping me move stuff.

1. Snowshoes... Retail Value $50-$100 Donated by: Scott's Ski and Sports

2. 661 Carbon Full Face Helmet. Retail Value $100-$150 Donated by: Fellow Mechanic Alan Worley

Rossignol Pro1 Race Boot Retail Value $700 Donated by: Scott's Ski and Sports

And last but certainly not least: MY NEW 42" Plasma Flatscreen... Donated by: Some guy named Kenny.

Ok... so the TV isn't really mine... yet... The way that worked out is on Thursday I was helping a friend of mine move out of her apartment. Whilst standing in the midst of mobile chaos in walks a guy to help another one of the girls living in the apartment. We get to talking and turns out he has so many Flatscreen TV's (some people are just cursed) that he really doesn't want to pack them all up. We get to talking.. I (being male) mention how I wished I had one.. and he.. being kind (or stupid) says that I can take it for the summer and if by summers end I want to keep it he'll sell it for $350... Still debating on the purchasing thing... but I must say that it's very tempting.

Anyway... I know it's no where near as cool as your children, but hey.. they're like babies to me so read it and wheep... Gotta love being in the right place at the right time.

Once a Nerd always a Nerd

2010-04-18T22:13:00.000-07:00

I'm not too sure how many of you remember the "laboratory" that I constructed in the basement of the Chiloquin house. I didn't look like much. Kinda was just a collection of cut up soda bottles to the untrained eye, but you didn't know I was building my own airtanks :P....

I digress, but the reason I bring it up now is that I have realized that you can take the boy out of the Lab, but you can't take the lab out of the boy. And thanks to a Mother who can dream with her children, I have finally finished building the COOLEST THING since Dexter's Laboratory. Behold... My 8'x3' White Board.

I know the photos aren't the best... Reflective surfaces in a dimly lit room aren't the best, but as you can somewhat see... with a few upholstery tacks and twenty dollars I was able to acquire and hang two 4'x3' sheets of whiteboard acquired from Lowes for only 9.69 a piece. The idea was so ingenious even my engineer minded roommate Myka got in on the action. With his own giant white-board. Now he's got a place to sketch out the designs for his motorcycle. :D

Why all this work do you ask? Well... It came as a desire to write out my thoughts for an extensive study I'm currently doing on the Allegory of the Olive Tree. I've also discovered that I am what's known as a "Structuralist" amongst literary scholars. In short whenever I read something I construct patterns, boxes, and categories into my mind. This board is going to be my best friend in Scripture Study, English Class, and for whenever I want to outline my thoughts concerning any literature I get my pudgy little paws on. :D Maybe I sound nuts.. Maybe I am.. who knows, but in the end I know that you're all jealous of my SUPER SWEET WHITE-BOARD.

JEALOUSY!!!

2010-02-03T06:26:00.000-08:00

Ok... So as I mentioned in a previous post my good buddy John had gotten his hands on a pretty sweet Downhill Bike known as the GLORY from Giant. I'll spare you all the techy details on why it is so cool, but yesterday when it came in the mail we were both like two kids on Christmas Morning!! John called sick to work, and I(having no work, or homework for that matter) dedicated an entire afternoon to building it up. (NOTE: Here is where I would normally list off all the cool stuff like CODE DISC BRAKES, BOXXER FORK, AND POLISHED ALUMINUM FRAME... but if you notice I have refrained :P ) A few tightened, loosened, and retightened bolts later, also a quick run to the LBS(Local Bike Shop) for a new chain, and we were pulling wheelies up and down the street just like when we 14. At this point I think I caught Kaylee, John's Wife, shaking her head and muttering, "what have I done?". But she was cool enough to escort us on our next mandatory endeavor. JUMPS!

Now I don't know how it goes for girls, but I am certain that there is some eternal law decreed that any boy who gets a new bike, must immediately search out some way of becoming airborne despite any condition of Weather, of Law. Armed with John's new toy, and a loaned BMX bike we set off for a local park where we could find a potential jump. It was buried under about 4 inches of snow, and even though you had to roll over a crumbled pile of concrete in order to get any speed the jump proved to be quite successful, so long as you didn't brake as this would cause the bike to lose all traction whatsoever. I unfortunately didn't have my camera on me so no pictures can be provided at this time, but after a little digging in the snow we had a decent little kicker on our hands. We even returned later that night and with the use of our strategically placed headlights were able to continue the fun in the dark. John was even kind enough to let me ride his new bike, and I must agree that it lives up to the name because it was GLORIOUS!! I've never felt a Downhill bike that was so nimble. The agility and handling was superb, but at the same time the bike was rock solid taking larger bumps. I must say that I am completely jealous now...

Doubting Thomas

2010-01-29T22:23:00.000-08:00

As we sojourn through this life we are often caught up in the daily struggle for survival. The steady grind of heartbeats that take us from one breath to the next. We begin to see the world through a filter, a filter that shows us what we want to see rather than what we really see. It zooms in onto the minutest parts of our lives, pulling the surroundings of the larger picture out of focus. It is often what makes life bearable. It is what keeps us sane, and if that filter is removed with tainted hands our very sense of self can collapse. Sometimes, however. Sometimes a hand that is pure of spirit, and free of taint will come and will remove that filter. It may come in instance as we stand in the grocery line, or it may sneak by so slowly through are friends and family that we never notice that it was there. It may come in a sight, a sound, or a smell. It may come through a few soft spoken words echoing through the power of a microphone. But when it does come, and for each of us it will, and when that filter is removed, we are granted a brief look into the awesome majesty of what this life really is. IT IS AMAZING. And it has recently made me feel quite smile. A speck in the vastness of infinity. And even though I cannot emphasis with Moses words, I truly can believe it when he said "Now, for this cause I know that man is nothing, which thing I never had supposed."

Today as I was driving in my car I heard a song that I often listened to on my Mission, and it seemed to reflect my own feelings unto me as it had so often done during my service to the Germans. It's called Doubting Thomas.

"Doubting Thomas"

What will be left when I've drawn my last breath
Besides the folks I've met and the folks who've known me
Will I discover a soul-saving love
Or just the dirt above and below me

I'm a doubting Thomas
I took a promise
But I do not feel safe
Oh me of little faith

Sometimes I pray for a slap in the face
Then I beg to be spared cause I'm a coward
If there's a master of death
I bet he's holding his breath
As I show the blind and tell the deaf about his power

I'm a doubting Thomas
I can't keep my promises
Cause I don't know what's safe
Oh me of little faith

Can I be used to help others find truth
When I'm scared I'll find proof that it's a lie
Can I be led down a trail dropping bread crumbs
That prove I'm not ready to die

Please give me time to decipher the signs
Please forgive me for time that I've wasted

I'm a doubting Thomas
I'll take your promise
Though I know nothin's safe
Oh me of little faith

As always... when reading the scriptures it's important to always read to the end. For even after Moses sees all of the Lords Creations, and is left unto himself to understand the reality of his weaknesses. He is then shown an even greater picture. One that trancends all other creations.

FOR BEHOLD, THIS IS MY WORK AND MY GLORY- TO BRING TO PASS THE IMMORTALITY AND ETERNAL LIFE OF MAN.

Just some food for thought.

HELP I"M OUT OF OPIATES!!!

2010-01-28T11:16:00.000-08:00

Ever since I last pulled my bike from the dusty confines of the storage shed I have been suffering from some serious summer day withdrawals. Now I know some of you(*cough cough* Daniel) think that there is nothing better than a good long winter, and I would be inclined to agree if but for one thing: WHERE THE HECK IS THE SNOW!!! Sheesh the weather here is about as decisive as a girl trying to decide between fuchsia or periwinkle toenail polish. That and given the current variables of $$$$, knee, and time are at an all time low this winter has seriously begun to blow.

So in order to keep myself sane I have prescribed myself the following doses of BIKING GOODNESS.

STEP ONE: GO TO PINKBIKE.COM

THEN CHECK OUT THE POD:(PICTURE OF THE DAY)

AFTER THAT I THEN GO BEGIN UPLOADING THE VOD(VIDEO OF THE DAY)

AND AS THAT LOADS I GO TO THE BUY/SELL PAGE AND LOOK AT THE WORLDS BEST ONLINE GARAGE SALE!!!

OOH... THIS LOOKS NICE, AND IT'S ONLY $650... (contemplate completely unjustified road to Sandy Oregon for a test ride..... still contemplating)

PHONE RINGS: TEXT MESSAGE FROM JOHN: DUDE KAYLEE GAVE ME PERMISSION TO GET THAT BIKE I TOLD YOU ABOUT!!!!

LOOK UP GIANT GLORY THAT JOHN IS BUYING AND DROOL FOR ABOUT 15 MIN.

STILL DROOLING,(NOTICE THE CUSTOM SILVER PAINT JOB, AND THE 2010 ROCKSHOX BOXXER... THIS THING IS MINT!!!!)(AND DON'T FORGET THE MAESTRO REAR SUSPENSION) AND CONTEMPLATING A SNATCH AND GRAB MOVE NEXT TIME I SEE A UPS TRUCK AT JOHN'S HOUSE.

I MUST HIDE MY FACE AT THIS POINT IN ORDER TO HIDE THE TEARS, AND THEN SEDATE MYSELF BY WATCHING THE FINALLY LOADED VOD.

REPEAT EVERY FIVE MINUTES OR AS NEEDED UNTIL SUNNY DAYS FREQUENT THE SKY

PHOTOS

2009-08-18T00:19:00.000-07:00

Ok....So It's time for me to come out of the closet and admit to everyone that I'm a photo packrat. I've got drawers here in my desk filled with rolls of developed film, a shelf in the closet with just the mission, and a box buried somewhere in the annals of time with everything pre-mission. Well I've gotten into a nasty habit of cruising the web, and everytime I see a photo I like I just have to copy it to my harddrive. I don't know if this is stealing or not, but hey... I got 'em and I felt like showing a couple.

Cool Engagement Photo

Lunch Break DayDreams

A Fresh Perspective

On the way home from tracting...I even managed to give him a Book of Mormon

Why I Ride!

DI RAID!!!!!

2009-08-05T00:11:00.000-07:00

So last weekend my good buddy Heather was volunteering at DI. She knew was looking for an armchair for my apartment and so I was awoken at the crack of noon with a text message telling me to come check out the good ol' Deseret Industries. Well I didn't find any furniture that wasn't stained, or older than Fred Flintstone(just about as soft too), but I did find some sweet deals....

A reprinted copy of the 1841 edition of Charles Dickens' "Oliver Twist"- $2

A 70's blue TRIPOD $5

A second camera body - The exact same as my Canon EOS 750...it's old, but a trustworthy model. Now I can run both my lens without having to switch bodies. A great thing when you're on the side of a mountain. $10

And the greatest thing for any college student techie. A Projector. Just a few days earlier Myka(roommate) and I were scanning the internet for projectors to turn our sweet bachelor pad into an awesome Home Video Center. The bulb is broken, but Myka is currently fixing that. $35

I love DI...Half my furniture came from there, and I doubt that I've even topped $100 in this whole year. GO ECONOMIC RECESSION!!!!

ROAM - DownHill

2009-06-12T18:42:00.001-07:00

Why Seth rides

Just cause it's cool...be sure to scroll down farther if you haven't seen the rest

2009-06-10T23:02:00.001-07:00

PHOTOS OF ME!!!

2009-06-10T15:59:00.000-07:00

Just a little something to move those Knasty Knee Photos down the page

Post Surgical Update

2009-05-14T18:21:00.001-07:00

For all those who are interested here is an update on my knee surgery...The following photos may be a little graphic so don't say I didn't warn ya...

Knee Update

2009-03-30T11:58:00.000-07:00

So after a very painful Sunday in which I was barely able to move around, even with a cane. John finally convinced me to go see a doctor about my knee.

The conclusion, is that I have a possibly ACL tear, and so I'm going to see a specialist sometime this week to get a final conclusion. The good news is that with a couple anti-inflammatories, and a monster knee brace I've practically gotten rid of all pain. So if it's torn there's a good chance that it's so minor it won't require surgury. We'll see. I'll keep you all updated, but until then...here are some more sweet pictures.

My pimpin' sweet cane

The Back of my knee

Just to put things in perspective, and might I add this is after the swelling has receded.

Nothing says lady catcher like a bandage. Generally the bigger the better.

For those of you who haven't read the previous blogs...the story unfolds itself from there. So feel free to scroll down a bit, and remember.. I always love your comments.

PS. James...If I'm removed from the biking scene for the summer you are more than welcome to take Miss Devinci out on a couple of dates while I'm out of commision.

War story photos :D

2009-03-29T00:05:00.000-07:00

For the squeamish don't worry...the photos aren't that bad. Those of you with little ones well...you might as well get used to seeing stuff like this.

Swollen Left Knee...I tried to show my right one for comparison

Perfectly healthy but very tired right knee

Some tissue damage on the ol' shin

The forearm..I think it looked a lot cooler when it was still covered in blood

One sore biker who likes to tell really cool stories about what "really" happened

Knocked out of the saddle

2009-03-28T12:29:00.000-07:00

Don't worry...I'm still employed at Scott's but today I went for a really sweet ride today. Well at least it started out that way. John, Myka, and I (notice the proper grammar Mom) headed out in a chilly morning with good wind. The plus....the ground was still melted. The riding was pretty good, but as the day warmed up all the that frozen spring run off began to turn into a wonderfully soupy mess. We even had Myka on camera so we were having a blast filming all of our stupid antics. I recently did some work on my new bike so she was also riding like a dream.

Down near the bottom of the trail some fellow riders had built this really sweet kicker. It had a 12 foot space into the landing area, but it was forgiving enough that you didn't have to go big. e

On the last run, of the day John and I were sessioning the jump, and every time I was going bigger and bigger. It felt really good. On the last run through John and I decided to create a train, which is to follow each other really close creating a sweet riding feeling. I was about to go first, but decided last minute to let him go first.

Gears were shifted, brake levers checked, and with the creak of muddy rear suspension, we pushed off. John hit the jump with flying colors, and me coming in close behind was ready to go farther than ever before, and that I did. Until my foot slipped off the pedal, got sucked under the bike, and a very painful pop later I was on my bikeside holding my knee, and trying not to vomit.

Thoughts spiraled from oh crap, hope I don't rack myself, ouch, there goes my knee, ouche, will I ever ride again(a little overdramatic I know, but hey..I was panicing), then it reverted back to ouch, did I break my leg, I hope I can still make it to work on monday,ouch, at least the ground is soft, did I tear my ACL, of crap it hurts, maybe I won't go to school, maybe it's just dislocated.

By about that point everything was just OUCH. John helped me get off the hill, and I think everything is in order. I'll probably be doped up on tylenol for the next couple of days, and my bean bags have taken on the form of my butt.

I don't have any pictures yet, but once everything gets nice and swollen I'll be sure to post them.
:D peace out, and don't worry...I'm doing quite well.

Back in the Saddle again

2009-03-28T00:42:00.001-07:00

For the textually impaired I'm so sorry that this post isn't too filled with photos of all those cute girlies I've been dating lately. Instead I figured I'd update you all on my current financial situation.

With the purchase of my newest gal(Bike that is) my funds have become somewhat dryer than they normally are. So in light of me being broke(r), I decided to get a job. Ever since the great collapse of 2008 jobs have started becoming rarer than a Picachu Pokemon Card. My friend and landlady Chelsey was fired from her job a month ago, and still has yet to find a suitable job. It seems that belts are being tightened all around and so I was ready to put in fight.

For the last couple of weeks I've been eyeing every "now hiring" sign I've seen. I've run the gambit from Pizza Delivery Man, to Call Center, and nothing was feeling right. Truth be told I really wanted to work in a bike shop again, but I'm three years out of the loop and most shops here are cutting back as it is.

I figured it wouldn't hurt though so I filled out a couple resumes, and applications. Circled them around town, and didn't think much of it. To get a job as a bike shop was going to be a long shot and I was ready to move on to less favorable climes if nothing turned up.

My first two stops were Barries Ski and Bike, and Rob's Bike Shop. Neither was looking too good, but I knew Rob and he'd hired John last summer so I thought I had a chance. My last stop was Scott's Ski and Sports. I didn't have anymore copies of my resume, and so I just asked the guy at the counter if the store was hiring for the summer. He affirmed my suspicions of a no, and so I shrugged my shoulders and said I'd worked in a shop before and so I figured I asked. As he heard that his attitude completely changed. He asked if I had experience as a mechanic, which I don't(I'm NO mechanic in the least), which I told him no. He asked if I'd be willing to learn and so I said sure. He gave me an application which I filled out and brought back.

I wanted it to be perfectly clear that I was under qualified Mechanic, and even though I wanted the job I didn't want to give the owner false pretenses. To my suprise when I brought my application back the owner sat me down and we had an interview then and there. He asked me some questions, and said he'd talk to the mechanics about me to see if they'd be willing to take me under their wings.

At this point I began praying really hard that everything would work out. I was more concerned with getting a job, and knew the Lord would take care of me. I didn't have to work in a bike shop, but I really wanted too(employee discounts rock!!!).

Next thing I know I'm working as a wrench for Scott's Ski and Sports. I never would've dreamed of being hired as a mechanic, but here I am getting to do what I love to do. In all honesty everyday at work is very humbling as I'm aware at how far from being a mechanic I truly am. I just wanted to let everyone know how blessed I've been though. Times are tough for lots of people. I know many of my friends who've taken on hard jobs because it paid, and here I am. I do one afternoon of job hunting. I apply at three bike shops that shouldn't be hiring at all, and I walk away with a job. One that in all honesty I'm not qualified for.

It's amazing how the Lord has blessed me, and it's quite possible he does it just make sure I know who's really running the show. Which is fine by me...it's alot easier than trying to do it all myself.

So there you have it...my little miracle of the week. I hope everything is working out for those who read this.

MY NEWEST GAL IN MY LIFE

2009-03-14T18:34:00.000-07:00

Well....for those of you who haven't noticed the spring weather has begun to show her wonderful face again. In the spirit of Bambi twitterpation is in the air, and I would like to introduce you all to Miss Devinci. Feel free to whistle and drool...she likes it.

PS....I've yet to come up with a name for her....Please comment with your suggestions for Miss Devinci

Some more photos I forgot

2009-02-25T19:34:00.000-08:00

Feel free to comment...I'd really like to hear which ones are your favorites

Photography FUN!!!!

2009-02-25T16:06:00.000-08:00

Ok...well I took my camera on two of my last dates, and this is what I've done with the results. Enjoy.

Story Time

2009-01-28T15:38:00.000-08:00

Hey...just wanted to get the word out concerning a story I just typed up about one of my experiences in Germany. I had to write an observation paper concerning food, and culture, and so I wrote down about this experience I had. I felt pretty moved when I wrote it cause it reminded me why I love the Germans so much. They're a really hardy folk who have more wisdom from experience than any one nation should have. Please feel free to read it at Sethsstories.blogspot.com.
Thanks

Off to School

2009-01-18T22:27:00.000-08:00

Well I've been meaning to make this blog for a couple of days now, but I've been somewhat of a lazy bum(inbetween classes that is), and so I'm now finally getting around to giving everyone the update on my new Pad. I could spend lots of words describing the wonderfully Ghettoness of my Apartment, or of the really low ceiling(had to wear a helmet while unpacking to avoid a concussion), but I'll just let these photos do the trick.

A well staked territory

Our wonderful Entertainment center!

Undisclosed Roommates Room

Undisclosed Roommate

Gotta Fly your colors...DEUTSCHLAND!!

My Sleeping quarters.

My $10 desk from DI..woohoo

The Kitchen...Where many a magical moment occurs

Update

2008-11-29T14:20:00.000-08:00

If there is one unchangeable truth of Time, it is that there is never enough of it. The days of late seem to spin in and out faster than I can acknowledge them, and so I find myself sitting here apologizing once again for not being the most up to date blogger.

Ever since coming home from my mission though life has been loads of fun, and trying to keep it all in order has been a challenge. I figured that I would dedicate this blog to some of the things I've been doing as of late, and updating everyone on to my activities(because you are all so interested in my life(you are reading my blog so don't smirk to hard there.)).

Update 1: Work
Probably the most essential part of any RM's outline for a smooth transition back into civilian life is the finding, acquiring, and keeping of some form of employment. This stems from two facts that he is first, flat broke, and two aware that girls aren't to interested in lazy bums who sit around their basements all day.
In response to this need I, Seth Thomas, have wandered into the unknown, and dangerous world of Modern Day Employment in search of a job. My first attempt was to back track along some of my old hunting trails, and places of common interest to see if any game was available. I tried the usual, Bookstores, Bike Stores, Previous Employers, bullied little girls out of their babysitting gigs, you know, the usual. Unfortunately most of my normal choices had since moved on, but I was able to keep myself nourished, and the girls interested by applying my Custodial Arts skills for the local School District.
About a month ago I landed a job at on the Macy's loading dock, and that's turned out quite well for me. My shift begins every mon-fri at 6 am and goes until 2 in the afternoon. My job consists of unloading, and opening all freight that comes onto the dock. It's a pretty chill job, and I like it. My boss is also a really big video game fan, and so we chat about all the classics when we can. Things did get pretty crazy for awhile as we built up on stock for Black Friday. At times the entire dock floor was nothing but a maze of boxes stacked at least 10ft high, with the knowledge that in less than 6 hours we would be recieving 400 more boxes of overpriced goods(mainly ugly christmas sweaters)

Update 2: Sports
All Returning Elders must be aware of keeping fit, and healthy, as this too is key in finding ladies, and also in avoiding those all to embarrassing moments on the court, field, trail, or wherever you so find yourself locked in not-so-mortal combat. It's always good to have a friend, or good acquaintance who can help you get back up to speed.
Enter in-John:

My Buddy in crime here has already gotten me back out onto the mountain, and I'm craving the spring time already. A couple weeks back we went mountain biking, and the trail was so muddy that both our wheels locked up and descending was nothing more than a very fast controlled skid.
Despite our lack of snow alot of the trails have now been closed for the winter now, and so it's back to getting the skis tuned, and praying for powder, and money to go.
*Note: I still haven't been able to locate my ski boots. I think I left them with a sibling, but I'm not sure who. If you know the location of my boots would you please let me know. I'd sure like them come Christmas.

Update 3: School
For those who don't know I've been accepted to Idaho State University, and will be attending their come January. My registered classes so far are Eng 101, Intro to Mass Communications, Hist & Apprec of Photography, Creative Writing, Int. Algebra, and Intro to Socialogy. My saving plans are going along quite well, and I even got a scholarship for 500 dollars. I've been really blessed so far, and to top it off I've even got the coolest friends down there. It seems all my buddies from High School are there and I'm gonna be rooming with Myka, in my friend Tanners basement, and John's in town so we'll probably be doing lots of cool stuff(after all out homework is done of course.) Well that's kind of the updates of life. Hope everything is going well for all of you. Until then

Where the bell goes ding.

2008-10-30T18:35:00.001-07:00

Hey everyone...
I just wanted to let you all know about my second blog page that I'm starting. It's a place where I'm gonna try and post my short stories for critic. Please feel free to visit it by clicking on the link on the right side of the page of by typing www.sethsstories.blogspot.com in the search bar. Please leave comments.

Coming Home

2008-10-06T22:29:00.000-07:00

Well.....yes I know that it's been awhile since I've posted a blog with something more than just cracking fun at my sister. That's probably because I enjoy reading them more than typing them(that and I've been extremely busy as a Missionary). For all of you out there who have been wondering what happened, and what's been going on since I left the wonderful German Latitudes for this .....dryer clime. Here is what's happened so far after the Airport(Mom and Elizebeth have covered the trip there well enough so you can see their blogs). As for where the story takes off from there here it is.

Sept 21st Sunday

Today I was released as Missionary. I drove home from SLC with my Mom, and at 3:00 pm we visited the Stake President, who without much fanfare released me from as a full-time Elder. It's sometimes hard to grasp the fact that 2 years have actually passed, and that all my memories of Germany wer actual real events. I've talked with other Elders who've come home, and they agree that it can be a very surreal feeling. Nothing seems real, and life is kind of like a dream. After being released we came home and I took up the noble Thomas tradition of turning the Family room into a mini apartment.

This is my wonderful Futon/Bed/Workspace. I unpacked all my things, and then realizing that I didn't have any drawers took my luggage and made them into drawers. In which I could slide under the bed nice and easy. It was only ironical that I was repacking them again only 5 minutes after unpacking.

Now rightfully settled into my new home, and being officially detagged my next move was to get out of the suit and into something a bit more comfy(shorts and tee). I then went outside grabbed my bike, and did what I'd been longing to do for 2 years. I went for a bike ride. IT WAS SO NICE. Trying to describe all the sensations of riding a bike is for me like asking Michelangelo to describe each stroke of the Sistine Chapel. It was all part of one big whole that just felt good. I at first saw President Roberts driving away in his truck so I chased him for a half-mile before losing him, and from there I just sort of wandered. Meandering through the old neighborhoods where I rode to school, and then slowly over towards the Greenbelt before making my way to Kevin Circle. There I caught up with the other thing that'd been more than 2 years in waiting.

Her

For all those wondering or wanting the scoop on who this is I'll tell you. This is Cari. She's more or less one of my best buds since High School and over the years since graduation we've become....closer. Unfortunately in those three years I've been elsewhere, but somehow through it all I left with a friend and came back with a Girlfriend. We hung out the whole evening, and that coming Saturday we went to Bar-J Ranch in WY with her family. I sometimes think I'm gonna wake up and find out that this is all a dream, but reality has been kind, and on the next Sunday I leaped over that last hurdle of returning with my Homecoming talk.

I won't say much about the talk..only that it was inspired and that I was really grateful for the opportunity to talk to the Ward. I'd originally written a talk about becoming truly converted to the Lord, but as that Sunday morning came around I woke with the prompting to talk about the necessity of experiences, and the using of those experiences to gain, solidify, and strengthen a testimony. I was able to share my testimony, and I'm glad that I had the spirit to support me. I really hope that someone was edified.

That first week of being home was both fun, and emotion filled. Serving a Mission was great. I loved it and am excited to see the blessing that will come from it. Either way I can only say that Life is Good.

I hate being left out :P

2008-10-03T13:09:00.001-07:00

You Are Pocahantas!

Free-spirited and wise. You have a strong passionate spirit that touches and changes all who know you. The wisdom and common sense that you have is really what guides you through life. Even so, you also have a very playful side that loves adventure and excitement.

Which Disney Princess Are You?

Photos

2008-05-03T02:04:00.001-07:00

Ok...so I've been a busy little boy, and so have been having lots of fun lately. Here are some of the things I've seen lately.

These are some of my favorites of the Skyscraper Photo Shoot we did. I have yet to develop the Film ones, but those I think will turn out really cool.

This is a model of what Frankfurt looked like after WWII. E. Miller is a big Museum goer so we've been to a couple of those.

These were on Thursday. Apparently Germany's biggest bicycle race is here in Frankfurt. We went to go do some doors, but the Freeway exit was blocked. The Cops were blockading all the roads off right by our house, and here we were wondering if they were prepping for a bust or something. Then all of a sudden a poster I'd only glanced at from a couple weeks ago flashed through my head, and I squealed to my comp "There's a big race today." Little did I know that how big of a Race it was. The second photo is where we were on the Autobahn, and it came to a standstill. No one was going anywhere, and we could already see people walking around between the cars(good sign that we weren't going anywhere.) And so we hopped out just in time to see a couple of groups come wizzing by. There were supposed to be some really big teams racing today, but I didn't see anyone I recognized. Either way it's been fun, and sunny.

Being Tagged

2008-04-19T07:11:00.000-07:00

Ok...well I got Tagged by Luke, and well....since I can't really make a blog about a sweetheart I guess I'll just make one up.

A-Attached or single? Well... at this time she is currently single as I am currently single, but eventually that problem will be solved.
B- Best Friend? It would either be me or the woman down the street who does her nails.
C- Cake or Pie? She's definitely a cake person. Don't know why...maybe she was Marie Antoinette in a former life.
D- Day of Choice? Wednesday....It's a good day to wake up and realize everything is the same as yesterday, and tomorrow will be like today.
E - Essential Item? She doesn't go anywhere without her Rubiks Cube.
F- Favorite Color? She keeps saying Periwinkle, but I maintain the fact that Periwinkle is not a color it is a Flower. Now if she were to describe it as Periwinkle Blue then I would know that it was some sort of blue that resembles a periwinkle. I'm a 16bit color type of man.
G- Gummy Bears or Worms? Bears of course
H- Hometown? Nextdoor
I- Indulgences? Toe Socks
J- January or July? Most definitely July.
K- Kids? see answer A.
L- Life isn’t complete without? Laughing yourself silly while laying on your mudsoaked lawn during a summer downpour. Even better when someone is there to laugh with you.
M- Marriage Date? see answer K.
N- Number of Brothers and Sisters?She's somewhere in the middle, but I'm not too sure where.
O- Oranges or Apples? If I don't bruise them trying to juggle them, then normally Oranges.
P- Phobia’s or Fears? Jumping into a large pile of leaves(why you ask...lets just say some Childhood memories still carry scars.)
Q-favorite quote? Depends on the Film,Book, and/or Play that she is currently reading, but most definitely anything that has a relationship to Lovey dovey stuff.
R- Reason to Smile? Getting electrocuted and living to smile about it.
S- Season of Choice? Winter despite that fact that she prefers July over January.
T- Tag: My brothers: I've no idea who will even read this....lets say Alisha, and Gracie.
U- Unknown fact about us? We've somehow managed to have a relationship(that isn't really a relationship yet[see answer A]) while one of us consists of Physical atoms, and the other exists only in the letters of this blog. Take that all you who say long distant relationships are hard :P
V- Vegetable? She'd say Potato except she know that since Potatos are mainly starch they belong to the Grains category of the food pyramid, and so will just settle for the plain boring Sugar Beet, but only when it's properly boiled.
W - Worst Habit? Somehow managed to miss being around when everything came into existance.
X- X-Ray or Ultrasound? Z-rays(x-rays don't work on her)
Y- Your favorite Food? My favorite food...wow...hmmm... I'd have to say Schweine Haxe.
Z- Zodiac Sign? She's a Pisces

THANKS

2008-04-12T04:30:00.000-07:00

I also wanted to thank everyone for the Birthday wishes. It was a fun day, and some how everyone knew about it. Sister Gessner made me a cake(german style), and Elder Hanzal made a point of printing out my trunky papers a few days early just to give me grief. All in all though it was a good day. Love ya all.

More Pics for ya all

2008-04-12T04:22:00.001-07:00

Elder Ellison and Elder Easter at KFC
Frankfurt Skyscrapers
Elder Ellison again.

Hello.....one of the YSA in the Mannheim ward decided to forward me some of these photos she took when our district did a P-Day with the YSA. They're from back around October.

Just some of the Scenes

2008-03-18T09:52:00.001-07:00

Teaching Sabina in the Park with Sis. Cole

The Wiesbaden Streets

Nothing is Funner for and Elder than Primary Kids

The Deutsche Bank Towers

Frankfurt, and the Main at Night

Sunset

Frankfurt Skyline

ANYBODY GOT A POT??

2008-02-23T07:51:00.000-08:00

Well it's not that often that I find myself with enough time to write here anymore, but due to transpiring events(Elder Hanzels computer crashing, and the subsequent need to re-install windows), I find myself with enough time to spare. So after buzzing through everyones blogs, and having to say props to Laura on going Off Roading pregnant(sounds like something Mom would do), and that I more than understand the Need of M&M's a part of your daily balanced breakfast. I would like to relate some of the days events to you.
If there was any excuse to cancel P-Day a baptism would have to be it. Elder Ellison, my one time former companion was going to perform his first Baptism today, let alone seeing his first baptism since coming out here. He was stoked as could be, along with Micheal Heinen the once "eternal investigator" who had finally been able to make the step. We all gathered in the Frankfurt Chapel at roughly 14:30, and began to sing, prayer, and listen to a wonderful sermon on the importance of Baptism. The Spirit was strong, and I could see that Elder Ellison despite being nervous had helped to put together a good baptismal service. When it came to time to move over to the Baptismal Font we all quietly wandered out of the Chapel and over to the Primary room where the font was located. I was near the back of the crowd and couldn't see up front but it wasn't hard to distinguish by the sound of running water that something key to the Baptism had been forgotten. Namely Water. Apparently the once filled to perfection Font, had managed to empty itself in a short time leaving us well...High and Dry. Elder Ellison looking like a beet sheepishly came out to explain what had happened.
Not a moment was spared. The Ward jumped right into action as every able-bodied man made a dash for the kitchen to fill pots, and pans to help quicken the now refilling font. Those unable to carry water slowly trickled back to the chapel, but without anything to do the Spirit and reverance of the occasion was slowly slipping away. Luckily another Elder came to the front and motioning to Sister Cole managed to get those waiting to participate in singing some Hymns, and after a couple of Minutes the Meeting was once again attended by a member of the GodHead.
Outside the Bishop directed everyone in there duties, and in less that half an hour the font wass once again filled, and the Baptism was performed. Everyone was relieved at being able to finally relax, and what could've been a disaster managed to leave a fond memorable mark on one mans entrance into the Waters.

Crazy Germans, and what not.

2008-01-18T08:45:00.000-08:00

Hey There Everybody
Well it's seems my last post was a good hit. The ironic part was I really didn't think it was all that funny. I just wanted to post something so that I could feel like I was part of the Thomas Blogging Circle. Either way.. I must say I've really enjoyed blogging. It allows me to use my "creative" side, to show you the "creative" side of the mission life. Those of you who have already served know that there is just as much fun to be had knocking doors, as there is to be turning off the bathroom lights when you comp is in the shower(FYI..I've lost all trust in the concept of "German Engineering") They can build a fast car but they can't build a house(with the exceptions of windows and shopping carts.. those are ingenius). Anywho..lights are generally situated on the outside of the room to which they connect, and so there is always the unavoidable temptation to leave your comp, sudsing in the dark. It's great here in the office too. Since we're a companionship of three, you can do stuff like that and no one is really sure who did it. I mean...when it's you're just to two, then it's pretty obvious that it wasn't the cat. Despite what your companion says.
Another really crazy thing about Germans are the Old People. They're downright weird sometimes. Especially when they don't like you, and they don't have to have a reason. I couldn't help but laugh at the little video Mom sent me. Thing is.....That's exactly what a German would do. I laughed so hard. I'll try and get it up here so that you all can enjoy it, and then you'll understand, or maybe you won't but you'll be sure to laugh.

Eternal Companion...or Not????

2008-01-12T05:03:00.000-08:00

Hello Everybody...
Due to a recent upsurge in the bragging of ones companion among the women folk who've managed to tie themselves(either by birth or law) to the Thomas nuts, and feeling very much left out. I have have decided in a spirit of boredom, and mockery(but mostly boredom) have decided to post all the wonderful qualities of my "Companion". Sorry.. After many attempts, and bruises from trying to get a photo of hugging my companion. I've detemined(the others determined) there would be no cute photos for this blog.

1. What is his name?

Elder Hartvigsen, and Elder Hanzel. They both have a wonderful first name. I believe it's of some long old origin, but I do know the meaning of the name is something to do with feeling as old as the pain in my lower back. That in it's own turn reminds me of how often they're like a pain in the back.

2. How long have you been married?

Never been married but I have been living with Elder Hartvigsen for about 7 weeks 3 days, and something around there. Elder Hanzel is the new guy in the flat, and has only been here a little over a week, but it feels like he's been eating my cereal since the world was created.

3. How long did you date?

No dating, just one phone call from President Webb, and we were living together.

4. How did you meet?

Elder Hartvigsen I first met on a train to Duisburg. It was there that I first learned his name has a very "special" meaning in the German Slang, and is best left untranslated. Needless to say I've had many good times dooring doors with Elder Horwegson. Never would've guessed I'd be his last comp.
Elder Hanzel I first saw at a Zoko, as he openly opposed every dumb idea, and managed to replace them with sensibly solutions. Once again...never thought I'd be comps with one of the first Elders to come out of the Czech.

5.Who eats more?

Together they out eat me, but it's only by a little bit. I generally have more energy coming into the meal, because they like to cook, and it's only a 2 butt kitchen.

6.Who said "I love you" first?

UH.......lets not go there, but in order to keep this spot from being left empty...it was 3 weeks 2 days from meeting Elder Hartvigsen that I first same him scribble a hasty "love ya" on the end of a letter not addressed to his mother.

7. Who sings better?
We generally like to butcher our songs together, but on occasion we get the Spirit with us, and then we make a pretty good quartet.

8. Who's taller?
Spiritually, or Physically? I'm definitely the short spirit one, but I make up for it by being able to see both their bald spots.
9. Whose temper is worse?

Temper...we're too tired to have a temper.

10. Who does laundry?
We do it all separatly, but Elder Hartvigsen is always nice enough to escort me down to the basement to make sure I don't get jumped by a large spider.
11. Who does the dishes?
Elder Hartvigsen somehow manages to get them done when I'm not looking but if I'm fast I can get them done before he's finished eating.

12. Who does the cooking?
See question 5

13. Who is more stubborn?
Probably Elder Hartvigsen...you should see him trying to book hotel rooms. He's an animal
14. Who proposed?
proposed what? If it was to go tracting, probably Elder Hartvigsen, to go finish the Zoko slide show, probably Elder Hanzel, and if it was to blow out of the Office to go remodel an apartment that was probably Sister Webb speaking through me.
15. Who is most likely to admit they are wrong?
UH.......we're men, we don't talk about these things. We generally just grunt until everyone feels better. Either that or shoot each other with Air Soft Guns until someone surrenders.
16. Who pays the bills?
That would be Sister Cole.. she does everything with $$

17. Who wears the pants in the house?
We generally don't where pants at home. We go straight to the shorts, and Pajama Bottoms

18. Why do you love your husband?
Cause I can't get rid of him, and so after awhile he's just kind of there until he's gone, and then you feel a small twinge of Loss, either that or it's a bratwurst.

GIfts??

2007-12-31T11:52:00.000-08:00

Hey there Everybody...I've been wanted to write this blog for about a week now, but I haven't had a chance, and since my companion is having to burn the midnight oil to get all his stuff for Transfers(Chaos in a Can, but that'll be another blog) ready. I figured I'd use a bit of the down to time to share something that'd occured to me on over the Break.
It all goes around Gifts. It all started when my companion Elder Hartvigsen, and I were trying to figure out a spiritual thought we could share with the Members we would be visiting over the Christmas Holidays, and what we could do me that simply reading Luke 2, and then closing with our Testimonies. Since at this point of the day we're generally pretty brain fried, we got off topic, and just started talking about Christmas, at home and things we used to do with our Families. We liked comparing Christmas Eve here, and at home. I talked about how my Family and I would cram into the Suburban, Van, or whatever form of Public Transportation we used to cart a Soccer Teams worth of Siblings around the Snowy Back Roads of Blackfoot, Paisley, or whatever small bend in the road we were inhabiting at the time. We would go to all the our Friends, who'd we'd grown close to it in the past year, and sing a couple of off tune Christmas Carols, and then try and apologize by giving them some of Mom's homemade Christmas goodies.
Elder Hartvigsen then told me about what he and his family did. Every year they would pull take a little Treasure Chest, and writing on a slip of paper would write down what they would give the Saviour for his birthday that year. It would be something like reading the Scriptures everyday, having Family Pray, or any amount of wonderful things that Christ would have us give to him.
At this point we came back on topic without even trying, as we then realized what we could do for the Members. We prepared how we would teach the lesson, and had some good success as we even gave it.
As it is with all good things from the Lord, they always seem to go a little bit deeper, and hold a little bit longer than we ever thought they could. I began wondering what is the purpose of Presents at Christmas. I'd always been told that they're symbolic of the Gifts brought to the Christ King, in honor of his coming.
It seems that the Gift giving part of Christmas always seems to get underplayed. I've seen enough Christmas specials where the recieving of Gifts, has been portrayed in not the most positive light. As I was thinking though, I've come to the conclusion, that Christmas cannot be Christmas without Presents. We must always protect ourselves, from greed, selfishness, and such negative effects of Satan, but if the Spirit of Christ is part of any Christmas celebration, the Gifts symbolic of Loving Sacrifice can be a really holy experience. God himself gave his only begotten Son on this day, such that he could build the needed bridge to cover the chasms separating us from him.
I don't know if you followed this at all, but in the short run of things....Gifts, are as just as important to the Christianity of Christmas, as are the Carols, Scriptures, and any and all things that can remind us of the Eternal Perspective. Sometime we just have to look a little deeper.

LET IT SNOW LET IT SNOW LET IT SNOW

2007-12-26T03:19:00.000-08:00

Hey there everybody. Things are going pretty sweet here in Germany. The winter is now in full swing. It has finally snowed in Frankfurt. My companion and I were buying tickets at the local Bahnhof(trainstation) this morning, when we looked out the window and were surprised to see know falling. Last years winter was incredibly warm, and we never saw any snow :C. I was kinda expecting the same this year, despite all the rumors of it being a harder winter. As we started getting into December it started looking that way too. Nothing..when there were clouds it was too warm for snow, and then when it was cold enough, it was because there were no clouds. Anywho, about a week ago we woke up to a blanket of snow carpeting our town of Hoechst. Naturally we were estatic, and immedietly snowball fights commenced.

The Week of Christmas was filled with heavy fighting on all fronts. Everynight the heavens would replenish our ammo supplies with cold Manna, and bright and as soon as any head poked itself outside it was liable to get a snowball upside the head. The fighting had to be the heaviest on Christmas, and Christmas Eve, due to the somewhat heavier snow fall the night before, and the somewhat increased moral(and energy) of the troops. Walking from appointment to appointment took about twice as long, and every soldier took at least 10 hits to the back(the enemy likes to hit you when you're walking away). The fighting came to one a climax on Wednesday the 26th. When Elders Hartvigsen, and Thomas were returning from a late night trip to the office. As they pulled up to the apartment, and began to get out they were immedietly set upon by Elders Farr, and Johnson(who had returned home early to "pack"). They'd developed a good supply of ammo located in their fortified position(balcony). Elder Thomas took an ice ball to the knee immedietly after opening the door. Elder Hartvigsen, used his advantage of being on the other side of the car to run to the back door and threw up the trunk hatch as a blast shield. He was joined soon by Elder Thomas who then using their cover, were able to set up a return fire. After the enemy was running low on ammo, Elder Thomas was able to place enough cover fire to allow Elder Hartvigsen to make a break for the door. Where he was able to lay down some more fire for Elder Thomas to make his break for the door. After storming the Fortress, Elders Thomas, and Hartvigsen made it to the front door where they then were met by Broom wielding Elders, and after a couple minutes of wrestling were finally able to rest. The next day the winter magic began to fade, and Elder Johnson went home. The snow soon melted, and life turned back into the dull hum drum of Office life, but this moment of Devolution shall ever be remembered, when four twenty year old men managed to be 5 again for a week.

IT'S ALWAYS THE ODD LITTLE THINGS:

2007-12-08T05:43:00.000-08:00

Well I'm really new at this whole blogging thing, but oh well. I guess I can sit here and babble a little, and then go back through to change everything to make it sound like I'm really WISE. Either way... it's the Second Advent here in Germany, and also P-Day for those of us who spend our days in the Office. And in a spirit of final relaxation, and good ol' pent up fun. We went straight for the heart of Frankfurt today, and got some good ol' Christmas shopping in. For anyone who's been to Germany in the Christmas season.. they know there's a nostagia here that is quite insurpassable. The Fußgangerzone, or high street if you live in England, is a pedestrain only zone that every European town has. It's generally torn to shred by shoppers, and eager Missionaries, but every year around the first Advent. A change slowly begins to work its way into this crazy outdoor mall. First it starts with a variety of G.I. Joe Santa Dolls all repelling, and climbing to balconies of the Apartments. Then you notice the Chestnut stand that wasn't there yesterday. Before you know it construction teams come in, and despite the pressing crowds of shoppers somehow begin errecting little huts. Slowly one by one the Fußgangerzone gets smaller, and smaller, until everyone is walking down a little path that I guess is left there because no one could fit a hut in between them. By the time you're wondering what the heck is going on little flap doors start popping open, and SHOPPING reigns supreme. That's right.. the Weihnachts Markt is open for business, and all the wooden smoking men, nativitiy scenes, Beer Gardens, Bratwurst stands, Nutcrackers, and even Buddha statues are all overpriced and up for sell. We had a ball today enjoying the crowded streets, and the street performers. Anyone who thinks they know Christmas shopping needs to try it here in Germany. Half your currency is Change, and most places don't take card. It's a hubbub of riotous potential, and you always need to make sure you don't bumb Grandma. It was a fun day though, and we're now getting ready to head out to the temple for a choir concert. This day has been a bit symbolic of Christmas. First it was introduced with HERALDS of Joy from my companions(It was for p-day, but hey we'll cut them a break). We then bussled around a very crowded city, where no one seemed to have room for the Saviour, and now We get to spend a quiet evening away from it all, in a holy spot, quietly celebrating the birth of the Ultimate Man. Doesn't P-day rock. Merry Christmas Everyone

2007-12-01T04:56:00.001-08:00

Tagged

5 Things I was Doing 10 Years Ago
1. Winning the Chiliquin Map Challenge Championship
2. Climbing the hill behind the Chiloquin
3. Trying to find the hidden treasure
4. Swimming in the Algae down at our lake
5. Not sure if I was still running around like a Dinosaur

5 Things I was Doing 5 Years Ago
1. Watching the Last Missionaries of our Family come home
2. Skiing for the Kelly Canyon Ski Team
3. Hanging out with my first, yet somewhat odd friend John(still wonder why Mom let me play with him :P)
4. Waiting to turn 16 so I didn’t have to take my sisters on Practice dates anymore
5. Annoying Elizabeth in High School

5 Things I was doing 1 Year Ago
1. Trying to Learn German
2. Anticipating my first Christmas in Germany
3. Running around Worms like an insane Monkey trying to talk with people
4. Praying for mail the first time in my life
5. Accidently reading a sign out loud while sitting on a bus which actually said “Dad, I’m Gay” Very odd moment

5 Snacks I Really Enjoy
1. Spagehtti Strings
2. DÖNERS
3. Uladag
4. Swedish Fish
5. Choco Rollos

5 Things I Did Yesterday
1. Organized Zone Conference Boxes
2. Went to a bike shop to get supplies :D
3. Saw some guy get hit on his Moped
4. Busted out the Christmas Tunes
5. Loaded Boxes into the Van

5 Jobs I’ve Had
1. Grounds Crew for District 91
2. Paper Delivery Boy
3. Janitor
4. Bike Shop :D
5. Gofor for Riverside Homes

5 Things I Would Do if I Had a Million Dollars
1. Buy a lot of 3 Euro Ties
2. Finally get those Cuff-links instead of using paperclips
3. Fix every piece of Hud bike in the Mission
4. Get some college Money aside
5. Buy …… Stocks???.. maybe

5 T.V. Shows I Like..Changing to Favorite Books
1. 1 Nephi
2. Alma
3. Mosiah
4. Revelations
5. Moses

5 Things I Hate Doing
1. Zoko Orders
2. Closing apartments
3. Losing P-day to move Furniture
4. Having the light turned off in the shower by your companion
5. Calls from whiny Elders

5 Biggest Joys of the Moment
1. Heated Building
2. Emails from Home
3. Weihnachts Markts
4. 8:00
5. Road trips with the Office Van

5 People Tagged
1. Rudolf
2. Donner
3. Blitzen
4. Comet
5. Vixen

Journey through Time

2007-11-24T03:55:00.000-08:00

Hey there Everybody
Well I've been finding myself by a computer alot more lately, and since I already wrote you guys all earlier this week I figured I'd get this blog thing up and going. Here's a selection of Photos to commemorate the last little while on the mission. I don't know if they're in Chronological Order, but here you go.
These here are from Worms last Febuary, and March

Entry Number One

2007-11-20T02:38:00.000-08:00

Hey there everybody...... Well it's me again.. .and I've finally gotten around to opening up a blog. I figure this will be a good way to post Pictures, and what not, cause apparantly I'm pretty bad at sending you guys photos, and so you've resorted to baby pictures to try and remember by chunky cheeks. Well not much time to get this started but Saturday I'll see about getting this baby up and running.
Toodles