Monday, December 05, 2005

Disarray of Newspapers


The following is the copy of an email I sent to my friends at the Newspaper Agency Corporation. For those of you who do not know, the NAC is responsible for the "advertising, printing, circulation and business functions" in the Salt Lake Tribune and the Deseret News newspapers. The quotes are attributed to the NAC website. For me, the NAC is responsible for lots of headaches. I hope you enjoy reading my rant as well as I enjoyed writing it.

Dear NAC,

I am appalled at the way you do business. A couple of years ago, I was given a subscription to the Salt Lake Tribune for Christmas by my girlfriend. As a college student studying journalism, it was a great gift. Sadly, things did not work out with my girlfriend, and we went our separate ways. Unfortunately for me, the newspaper subscription was put in my name when she "gave" me the Trib. I had never subscribed to a newspaper before that, and I never supposed that you would bill me for something I had been given. To my ex-girlfriend's credit, I don't think she had any idea you would do this, either. After all, what other business is allowed such a practice? Nearly a year later, a bill collector contacted me and sucked a chunk of money out of my bank account. I was more than displeased. My exchange with the bill collector ended with him saying that he was sorry about my girlfriend, but the newspaper was in my name. Fine. So I paid the bill and moved on--I thought. During my last semester of college I had a class that required that I read the paper every morning before attending. Reluctantly, I subscribed again. Both of the papers allowed by the course guidelines are yours, so there wasn't a way around it. So I subscribed and even enjoyed a good deal of the things I learned. I have met some of the writers for the Trib and DesNews. I have found most of them to be engaging and dedicated. I feel bad they have to work under your umbrella, though. This summer I cancelled my subscription and moved to a new city. I made the choice not to get the paper anymore. I was done with school and didn't need it. I paid my last bill, and washed my hands. Apparently, this wasn't enough for you. Tonight, I got a call from a young man asking me to extend my subscription. What subscription? I don't have a subscription! He informed me that I did, indeed, have a subscription, and he wanted to know if I would like to keep receiving the newspaper. I was partly amused, partly confused, and really angry. I cancelled that subscription months ago. Why was this young man calling me? When I explained my situation to him, he apologized and explained that he could not cancel my subscription. He was kind enough to give me the customer service's phone number, and I decided to give that route a try. When I called the first time, I heard the menu options and wasn't sure which one to choose. Instead of letting me hear the options again, the computer system waited for a selection to be made and hung up on me when I didn't choose anything. Growing more frustrated, I called back again and took my chances with one of the choices offered to me. After a short pause, that blasted computer voice let me know that I would need to call back during business hours (it didn't say when those hours are, but I digress). I certainly hope this email is responded to more quickly than the phone service could because if I call back in the morning, there are going to be some unhappy people after they hear what I have to say. NAC, your business practices disgust me. I am through with you. Stop wondering why your readership is shrinking. Everything I just wrote is good enough for me. I wonder how many of the other cancelled subscribers have had similar experiences. When will you learn? Good riddance.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

I feel better, now.

I am not going to explain why I feel better, but I will tell you what it is that makes me feel better.
My little mountain dwelling has access to one lone radio station on the AM dial and one other on the FM dial of my radio. Yes, I spend a lot of time on my iTunes, but I do like to hear the news or whatnot every once in a while. So, this evening I was listening to KSL 1160 and the funniest thing happened. The commercials (yuck!) were chugging along, and all of the sudden--nothing. That's right, nothing. The commercial abruptly ended midstream. Suddenly the announcer came back and bantered with his cohost about the window that had just popped up on his computer screen, "You have just committed a fatal error." The cohost started rambling about some other poorly-constructed gargle to fill the time until the computer could reboot. Computers aren't perfect, and neither are manually controlled tapes. Mistakes are bound to continue in even the most automated system. Why I bother to bring this up is between me and my roommateless walls. Just know that it makes me feel better. :-)


UPDATE:
On the way to work this morning (6:19 AM, to be exact), KSL's precious computers went down again! I just can't stop laughing about this. It is great.

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Happy Thanksgiving


Happy Thanksgiving to everyone from sunny Las Vegas! I am with my family in LV for another Matt soccer tournament. The tournament hasn't even started, but this has already been a good week for him. Yesterday, he was officially named to the Olympic Development Program's Region IV (the western US) team. Congrats, my brotha!
Ryan's Blessings: '05 Edition
1) Another great year with the best family in the world! The biggest event of the year has to belong to the newest dynamic duo. Kel and Scott got married and moved to Tampa and then Baltimore. They aren't able to be with us in Vegas, but we love them anyway! I miss you two! Keeping with twenty-three years of tradition and twin-like behavior, Chelsie got married less than a month after Kel. Clark, welcome to the family, as well.
2) I started my first job outside of the college sphere.
3) One of my best friends got married and had his first kid. Ben and Charity, you are the greatest. Thanks for all you do for me.
4) Lots of work with ATV News at USU paid dividends with an award from the Society of Professional Journalists. And more great work with USU earned us another round of Telly Awards.
5) I was able to watch my Aggies play in the first round of March Madness against another favorite team of mine, the Arizona Wildcats. The Ags fought hard, but the Cats were too much. Maybe this year...

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Potter & Friends


Yes, that is a picture of Hermoine from Harry Potter. Why? Because as with every Potter movie to this point, she has been the best part. Her accent is the best. Her witty quips are the best. Her intelligence surpasses anyone else in the movie. And, frankly, I'm not about to start posting pictures of Harry or Ron. Sorry, guys. I must give a big round of thanks to the Park City Education Foundation. They hosted the early release party in PC, and it was a blast. This is the only event of its kind in the United States. The PCEF and the merchants at Redstone did a great job creating their own Diagon Alley. The entertainment before the show was enough to keep a thousand kids and parents mesmerized in the freezing cold for the couple of hours prior to the showing of the movie. Every penny spent on tickets for this event will go straight to the schools in PC. Again, I have never seen parents who work so hard to fund extra programs for their kids. This is a great example for the rest of the country. It also proves, in part, why PC High School is ranked in the top 100 in the country.
As for the movie, I don't want to give anything away. I hate seeing previews of movies or reading about them before seeing them, so you are out of luck if you want an in depth review. It is sufficient for me to say that I enjoyed the feel of this movie more than the others. It had a lot of elements that showed a bit more creative diversity than I expected. The movie, however, is a bit more mature in theme than some of the others. These guys are, after all, growing up. I don't do the thumbs up or down thing. Nor do I care much for the star rankings. The bottom line is this is one of those great movies to see in a theatre. It is not likely to make it to my DVD collection (it takes quite a bit to be included there), but it may warrant another trip to see on the big screen.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

iPod Video, come to me!


Oh, my friends, I can't tell you how excited I am! Today, my good buddy (at least, I wish we were buddies) Steve Jobs announced the arrival of the iPod Video. The biggest question surrounding this device's arrival was what kind of content would be available for it. Well, this is the part that excites me. I am not into the music video scene, though they are available for purchase. I am not even really into ABC's Lost. Still, the fact that Apple has been able to score a contract with ABC Disney is huge. For those of us who do not want to pay Comcast or Dish Network or DirecTV or any other money-hungry service provider, there is finally another option. I can now legally download shows I want to see. I can play them when I want without paying TiVo (a digital VCR, for those of you who don't know). Most importantly, I don't have to have stuff I don't want piped into my house. Goodbye, Magic Bullet infomercials. Goodbye, beer commercials. Goodbye, channel surfing.
In my mind, I would hope that the contract with ABC would soon extend to such things as college football on Saturdays or Sportscenter each night. Granted, I am not going to pay the same two dollars wanted for a download of Lost just to watch a nightly show like Sportscenter. The cost would have to be less. It would cost me a minimum of forty dollars a month to get satellite TV at my apartment. That's a buck and change each day for fifty channels. Let's say I'm able to watch an hour of news before I go to work, one primetime show after work, and Sportscenter before bed. On the weekends, there is usually at least one football or basketball game I would like to see--two if it's rivalry week or the playoffs. Roughly, this puts me at about three hours per day (this is in line--good or bad-- with the national averages according to the National Center for Educational Statistics). That means I'd be paying about 44 cents per hour of television watched in a given month. Apparently, Apple and ABC have come to the conclusion that it is worth another $1.54 for an episode of a popular show without commercials. That's a 350% increase in price. Is it's value that high? I guess that is going to be up to consumers to decide with their credit cards. I have to admit that I would probably be willing to buy the basketball or football games I miss for a buck or two. It would sure beat having a bunch of VHS copies laying around.
On a different side of this issue, what about my cousin Josh? For those of you who don't know, he is going to serve a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in the Central American country of Honduras. I did the same thing a few years ago in Colombia. In my experience, we had a few occasions when we took a VCR in a backpack to the homes of people we were visiting, so we could show them some Church-produced videos about Christ and His teachings. Carrying that backpack probably contributed a bit to my losing fifty pounds over two years, but I digress. What if Josh were able to carry an iPod Video with 150 hours of content on it? The thing would be a million times less noticeable than some 6'6" white kid carrying a VCR on his backpack while riding down the street on a bike. Of course, VCR's cost $50, while the iPod Video is going for a few hundred today. But, what if? Even if they don't start passing out iPod Video's to the missionaries, I would still like one, and I want to be able to have those Church videos for myself. The Church's semi-annual General Conference is already podcasting, now let's take care of the VODcast, too!

Friday, September 30, 2005

More apartment pics





Only five pics at a time, my friends.

My Apartment






This is my new place. It isn't home to the best looking decor in the world, but it will work for now.

Monday, September 26, 2005

Unusual Fetish

When I was a little kid (I know, I know. I still act like a kid. blah, blah, blah), both of my grandmas had special chairs that had been made for children. My mom's mom had a little tan rocking chair in the basement. I loved sitting in that chair. I didn't fit in the chair for long because it had arms on it, and I was a bit chubby. I digress. My dad's mom had a dark wooden table and three chairs that accompanied it. The table is no more than two feet tall. As the story goes, Gram bought the set with only two chairs. Gram was quick to point out to the salesperson that she had three grandkids who needed chairs, not two. The salesperson obliged to my grandma's pleas and gave her another chair. Thus, Kel, Chels, and I all had chairs to sit in as we ate our mac and cheese. Once again, I digress.
The point of this story is that I have a fetish for chairs. My mother can attest to the fact that I have saved multiple chairs from a trip to the dump. I have two bright red chairs on golden casters that were once permanent fixtures in one of my grandma's homes. They are comfy and have a lot of meaning for me. I have another chair covered in white vinyl with black, wooden legs and no arms. The back of this chair is not flat, but rounded. It is both inviting and cold at the same time. I love it. When I worked in Sugarhouse for a time, I often visited a small shop that was home to many unique items from decades past. It wasn't an antique store. The things there weren't that old. It was full of what I would consider to be "original" items. I call them original because they weren't part of box sets. They all had character. There was a jewelry box with a hand-etched mirror inside the lid. I really liked it, but I didn't have the need or the money. One day, I had a bad day at work and went into the shop to relax. There was a chair for sale, and the my neighbor sales woman asked if I would like to sit down for a minute. I did, and I fell in love with the chair. All of my troubles sank into the soft, wide seated chair. The blue and mauve colored fabric had a unique woven texture. The seat's bottom was not supported by metal springs or a wooden plank. It was cradled by a crisscrossing series of half-inch thick, frayed rope. The back was low. The arms were long and tall compared to the back. It invited me to sink into it and slouch while my tired limbs rested on the smooth, cool, medium-toned, wooden arms. The rest, though, could not be sustained because I had to return to work. A couple of days later, the owner of that little shop began packing her goods to move to a larger location around the corner. She asked if I was going to buy the chair before she moved. I chuckled and told her that I didn't have enough money to buy anything in her shop, let alone that chair. Not ten minutes after that conversation, she entered my store while I was busy attending to a customer. She talked for a moment with my manager and then brought the chair into our electronics show room and then left. When I finished helping my customer, I was told that our neighbor had decided to give me the chair. Apparently, she felt I needed it. It was a gesture I am still grateful for.
Today, a coworker heard me talking about how happy I was to have both of my red chairs in my new living room. She said she had a chair in her truck that she had planned on giving to a local charity after work. She still liked the chair, but her husband did not. She seemed reluctant to be giving it away in such a manner and asked if I would be interested in having it. I was a bit skeptical, but when I saw the chair, I again saw a great deal of character. It has a warm, cushy look to it. The chair is wrapped in a leafy fabric with mostly olive green colors and hints of yellow and brown. The front is supported by casters almost identical to the red chairs. The rear is anchored by dark wooden blocks. I graciously accepted the chair from my coworker. Officially, I bid it welcome to my otherwise white-as-a-sheep apartment. Color and character will always be welcome here. Long live my fetish for chairs.

Friday, September 23, 2005

Two weeks of fun!

I haven't written for nearly two weeks, now. There has been a lot going on for me.
On Wednesday I took Matt to his first concert. We went to Green Day's SLC stop on the American Idiot tour. (Thank you, Stanton!) The music was great. It is fun to have a band that both of us like. My ears are still ringing.
Also, I have just finished moving in to my new apartment. If I had a camera, I would post the pictures of the chaos. Unfortunately, I do not have such a luxury. Fortunately, I am currently posting from someone else's wireless router (why don't people encrypt these things?). Really, the views are spectacular. I am on the north shore of Jordanelle reservoir. I'm sure there will be great views 365 days a year.
Last weekend, work was a bear. Our video server didn't like something in our encoded video, so it started to erase entire show play lists (kind of like iTunes for TV stations--except for the crashing part ;-) ). All weekend, various programs had the same problem. It was not fun. The best part was being yelled at for something I hadn't done. Welcome to the working world? I suppose so.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

I take back my vote.

Dear President Bush,

When I was trying to make a decision about who to vote for in the elections one year ago, I tried to weigh the issues I found important. I worry about civil rights, terrorism, the environment, religious freedom, and the economy. After studying the platforms of the two leading candidates, I realized that neither was going to do a thing to help the world with any of those issues. That's right. I didn't think you would do anything to help, and I was right. You are a politician. Therefore, you are not human. You are greedy and selfish. I believe John Kerry has many of those same characteristics. The deciding factor that lead me to vote for you was the realization of the inevitable future of the Supreme Court. At the time, many friends of mine laughed at that reason. Now, you have two vacancies on your hands. John Roberts doesn't impress me as the choice to head the Court. I didn't mind his nomination as a member of the Court, but I don't like him being at its head. Only time will tell if this is a good or bad decision.
Most recently, I have been horrified by your response (and the government's, in general) to Hurricane Katrina. The title of this post, er, letter, leads to a video that makes me cry. It makes me sob. It makes me mad. It makes me hurt. You landing in a helicopter and not picking up a shovel or sand bag makes me irate. Way to use the press to give you some more positive spin. You are a jerk. You make a mockery of the hard work and integrity this country was founded on. Despite all of this, I wish you no ill nor harm. In fact, I hope you live long enough to repent of your ways. Stop playing to the cameras. Be a president. Be a leader. There are enough talking heads on TV. You actually have some power to do something positive and make a difference. So do it.

Sincerely,
Jon Ryan Jensen

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

First Impressions


My first week at PCTV is now over. The first few days were rough, and I'm sure this weekend will be similar. The first half of this week has been great. I feel as though I am learning how things work here. The people I work with have been helpful in every way. By the end of this week I'm positive they'll be sick of all my questions. Well, I'd better ask them while I can.
This week I will be in Logan for the game between the LHS Grizzlies and the PC Miners. I'm hoping to be able to get up there early to do lunch with some friends. We'll have to see how that works out.
The picture above is a shot from the halftime show of the Cedar City game last weekend. It was crazy, stressful, hard, and super enjoyable. My announcing partner is Scott Verrone. He is a PC native. I hope to be calling games with him for the rest of the season.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Another Beginning


Today I began another leg of this big journey. I have been hired by Mr. Stanton Jones to work at Park City Television. There are not enough words (spoken or typed) to express my gratitude for this chance to advance my career in broadcast television. As far as first post-graduate jobs go, this is a tremendous opportunity. This job will require me to use everything I learned at USU's University Media Productions, USU's A-TV, and the Utah Jazz. It won't require a little bit from each of these jobs. It will require everything I have learned in each of these jobs. A big thank you to all of the people who have helped me get to this new starting point.
This weekend I will begin working with the broadcasts of Park City Miners football. We will be making the trip to Cedar City for the first game of the season. I will be shooting the game, doing interviews, editing the game, designing graphics, and doing a little bit of color commentating. While this may seem like a lot of stuff, I feel like this is what I need to be doing right now. I am excited and anxious to get going.
If my posts come sparingly for the next little while, know that I am hard at work in a good place.

Monday, August 08, 2005

Opinion: NCAA Drops the Ball

The NCAA has long pretended that it has some kind of governing power over universities in the United States. It would, however, be prudent of the NCAA to realize that it is not in charge of our fine academic institutions. Colleges and universities do apply to be a part of the NCAA, but I do not believe that gives it the right to cry foul when it does not agree with a school's choice of mascot. If it didn't want schools with "racial/ethnic/national origin references in their intercollegiate athletics programs," it should have denied the application of those schools to its athletic association.


The argument may be made that most of the schools have had mascots that may be found offensive longer than ethnic sensitivity has been an issue. Fine. But what is it that makes the NCAA decide how to drop the hammer on this issue? The Univeristy of Utah has long had a great relationship with the Ute indian tribe. If there were some kind of dissent coming from the Ute tribe, I can see how the school would need to look at changing its mascot. That isn't the case, though. The NCAA has tried to make a blanket statement, but they have failed. Besides the Utes in Utah, the Seminoles in Florida have also had a working relationship with Florida State University. FSU has had some different challenges than Utah, but there is communication. Neither school arbitrarily uses the name of an indian tribe in disrespect. Of the original 33 schools put on alert by the NCAA, 18 were put on the final list as offenders of the new policy. Fourteen schools were excused from the ruling. I find the explanation from the NCAA to be lacking in substance. Upon examination of the 14 schools removed from scrutiny, eight of them use the name "Warriors" and three more use the name "Braves." The last was San Diego State and its use of the Aztec mascot. I looked at the websites of each of these fourteen schools. I still found various arrows, spears, and feathers in logos for a bunch of the teams. Where is the line? Why do the schools with relationships with their tribes get punished while teams that use vague references to indians get a nice wink from the NCAA?


The president of the National Coalition on Racism in Sports and Media, Vernon Bellencourt said he feels the NCAA has gone halfway on the whole issue.


That being said, it would appear that this NCAA ruling has done one thing-- confuse everyone. Fans are confused and angry. Teams are confused. School administrators are confused. The native americans are confused. And I believe the NCAA has effectively confused itself. Proof? The NCAA's press release.


"[M]ember institutions are encouraged to educate their internal and external constituents on the understanding and awareness of the negative impact of hostile or abusive symbols, names and imagery, and to create a greater level of knowledge of Native American culture through outreach efforts and other means of communication."


Communication? How about talking to the Ute indian tribes about their feelings? Wouldn't that have been a good idea before kicking the Utes around in the national media for using a "hostile" mascot? Now, the Ute indians are being pegged as unable to fend for themselves. The school looks insensitive. And the NCAA looks like a bunch of selfish and spotlight-starved idiots. Fortunately, the Ute indians and the University of Utah have done nothing to be ashamed of. The NCAA, however, just found itself with more mud on the face.


I am an Aggie, but on this issue--GO UTES!

Sunday, August 07, 2005

RIP: Peter Jennings

Peter Jennings has died of lung cancer at the age of 67.
It was only four months ago that Jennings abruptly announced his diagnosis. He left his post as the news anchor for ABC World News Tonight with the hope of returning. Now he will be able to take his seat behind the news desk in heaven. There, cancer slows no one.
God bless the Jennings family. Thank you, Peter, for your many years of respectful reporting.

Monday, August 01, 2005

Not My Pastime

Today was another sad day in what has been a sad decade for Major League Baseball. Today, 19-year veteran, Rafael Palmeiro was suspended for a whopping 10 days for having violated the league's drug policy. The issue I have with all of this does not have much to do with the individual as it does with the sport.


I have enjoyed backyard baseball games with my neighbor kids and professional games in huge stadiums. Still, my heart sinks to think about the potential of any of my brothers or cousins using drugs so that they could be better athletes. I don't want them seeing players and creating heroes out of athletes who are secretly destroying their bodies. I don't want them to see these athletes lying on television and in the newspapers and in front of Congress. Lying is wrong. Cheating is wrong. Winning is not that important. Money is not that important.


Professional sports in general has skirted around this issue for a long time. In Major League Baseball, players are suspended for ten days when a player is caught the first time. Depending on the schedule, this could mean the offender misses between one and ten games. Palmeiro will miss nine games (if my math is correct). His nine games will mean he misses under six percent of the season. In the National Baskeball Association, first-time offenders are suspended for five games. The percentage is almost identical; six percent. The National Football League goes farther than basketball and baseball. The rules for its offenders mean a player could miss a quarter of the season. Just two weeks ago, the National Hockey League ended its work stoppage, and players agreed to random drug tests twice every season. Here, first-time offenders are suspended for 20 games. Those first-time offenders are going to miss almost a third of their season. The NHL has the stiffest rules for offenders. The second offense will lead to a player being suspended for sixty games, and the third offense will get a player kicked out of the league forever.


Ironically, hockey has seen the least amount of the spot light for drug abuse among its players. Why do I think this is ironic? Baseball knows it has a problem, but it won't do anything significant about it. Hockey knows it doesn't want the problems baseball has had, so it created a preemptive policy. Baseball is going to have to publish two record books. The first will be the pre-1970 records. I propose the title of this book be "Records from America's Pastime" The second will have to be "Baseball's Drug Era Record Book" or "Baseball Records by Dummies" not "for Dummies." That second book could probably have an entire section dedicated to "Games Missed Due to Drug Suspension" or "Games Missed Due to Injury Rehabilitation Because Drugs Destroyed My Body and I Couldn't Heal."


Baseball may be called America's pastime, but I disagree. Professional baseball has embittered me toward the game. Basketball, soccer, football, hockey, cricket, polo, and quittage all rank higher than baseball right now for my preferred sports. Goodbye, baseball.


I finish now with two quotes from this spring's congressional hearings.


"This is like the theatre of the absurd, here," Rep. Tom Lantos (D-California); House Government Reform Committee; 17 March 2005


"I am in favor of eliminating the problem completely," Rafael Palmeiro, Baltimore Orioles.

Friday, July 29, 2005

Lucky 113?

With a freshman coach and a sophomore AD, maybe I shouldn't be surprised about this.
Every year, before the college football season begins, College Football News releases its rankings of every football team in the NCAA Division I. This year, there happen to be 119 teams. My beloved alma mater, Utah State University, found itself ranked near the bottom (or at the bottom, but not last!). I think the relative strength of this year's team, as addressed by CFN, does lie in its secondary. The relative weakness, on the other hand, is a hard one to take.
Linebacker, Kelly Poppinga, became a traitor. He left the Aggies one year after begging other players to stay and help the Aggies rise from the dust. The remaining Aggie linebackers would do well to use this act as motivation.
Leon Jackson III showed moments of brilliance a year ago. This is his sophomore year, but it will be the first for the whole team under Brent Guy's watchful eyes. Jackson can throw and run, but he will need support from the actual running backs and receivers who are supposed to catch those throws. Kevin Robinson, this is largely your responsibility. Grab that ball, and run, baby!
The coaches from the WAC have picked the Ags to finish in the eighth spot out of nine teams. The media picked the same. The past few years haven't given Aggie fans much of a reason to believe otherwise. Fans, though, are still fans. A rank of 113 will not keep fans out of their frozen seats in two months. This team will provide some fireworks. This team will give fans something to cheer and sing about. This team is not going to finish in the bottom three of the conference. WAC teams, beware. The Aggies are coming.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Be Prepared?

Please understand that I was once a scout. I never earned my Eagle rank, but I worked hard as a scout for six years. Most importantly, I suppose, is that I still remember some of the most essential things my leaders ever taught me. You know, Be Prepared, as the motto of the group. The Scout Law does mention something about bravery, but not stupidity. Three hundred scouts had to be treated for heat related issues at the freaking National Jamboree. What the crap is that? Seriously. Can anyone explain this to me? It's like no one realized it was the middle of the freaking summer. Hello! It is the end of July, and this is an outdoor activity. Now, I understand that our little Boy Scout friends might be too proud to use water bottles, but there was no lake, ocean, or river to purify from, so... What were they planning on doing to keep themselves hydrated? Was each kid supposed to have enough water in their canteens for an entire day's worth of activities? Were they collecting sweat? Were they doing rain dances? What?
Memo to the BSA, being a scout is not the same as being in the military. These are kids. They are trying to be tough. You are the ones who need to teach them with prudence. There is no excuse for this.

Monday, July 25, 2005

Cough update

My doctor took today off because of the local celebration of the arrival of pioneers to the Salt Lake valley in 1847. After almost suffocating last night, my lungs didn't care who was celebrating what. I needed to see someone. I went over to the local Instacare and waited for more than an hour for my chance to visit with the doc. The good doctor asked the normal questions, "So you're coughing?", "Does it hurt?", and "Can I shove some pointy objects in your ears, nose, and mouth?" Of course, none of these were actually supposed to help anything. After all, I was coughing. Ears ache, but they don't cough. A nose may run, but it will not cough, either. The mouth is where a cough leaves, but it is not often the place of origination for such an ailment. So after we went though all of these fun games, the doctor wisely decided to have an X-ray taken of my chest. One quick look at the X-ray, and the diagnosis came. Pneumonia and bronchitis. Both. The new drug cocktail includes a week of antibiotics, narcotic cough syrup, and a steroid inhaler. Sounds fun, doesn't it?

Sunday, July 24, 2005

¡Campeones!

¡Somos los campeones! Felicidades a nuestro equipo Estadounidense por haberse ganado la Copa Oro hoy en Nuevo York. Tuvieron que hacerlo por medio de los penales. Ambos equipos tuvieron muchas oportunidades para meterse un gol, pero nadie podia encontrar la red. Mas importante es el hecho de que ganaron sin unos seis jugadores normales del equipo. Falta un ano para el Mundial del 2006 en Alemania. El mundo debe de tener cuidado porque nosotros ya estamos listos para traer el premio mas grande del mundo futbolista a los Estados Unidos.

Saturday, July 23, 2005

Cough, cough, cough...

So I just spent two weeks in Cedar City with some of my mom's side of the family, and I have returned home with some nasty stuff in my lungs. I don't know if it was the smoke and ash from nearby fires. I don't know if it was the climate, the vegetation or what it could have been. I do know that my ribs are killing me. Blasted allergies! The good thing for those around me is that I can't talk much without having coughing fits. Thus, I talk less. No rants about Greg Ostertag, George Bush, or Karl Rove. In short, here goes the typed version: One of the three was given a pink slip but then rehired, and the one who can't be rehired should be doing the firing of the last. Get it?

Saturday, July 09, 2005

Hastily Begun

Ya. In Spanish, the word "ya" (which rhymes with the English word "jaw") is one of many uses and meanings. It can mean "already", "now", or "sure" to name a few. While those few translations may mean little to you, they mean a lot to me. The word itself is short and concise. I have never been either of those two things, so don't expect my ramblings to resemble the title.
Nothing I've ever created has been perfect on the first try, so this should be no different. Still, there is so much happening in my life and in the world around me that I had to have a way to talk about it. Maybe no one will read what I have to say, but that isn't really the point. The point is that you could know what's going on. If you do stumble upon something you like or don't like, please feel free to comment. If you are a blogger with some experience and suggestions, I am open to your help.
Well, that's it. Game on.