Liberation

Sometimes I let my imagination get the better of me. I sit and daydream of a day when I won't be in school. A day that leads to the nutrition of my actual desires. No longer will I be liable for busy work assigned to me in a class that I don't want to attend. I'll finally have the freedom to choose what I want to do. My research, my writing, my peace of mind will be my own. Then the ticking of a clock wakes me from my dreams. Liberation will have to wait for another day. All I can do until that day is to doggy paddle along, hoping that a wave doesn't come along to submerge my hopes.

This I Believe

This post was inspired by npr's program, This I Believe.



The other day I bought a handmade Alpaca wool poncho. My poncho reminded me of a time when my hero was John Wayne and my dreams were filled with cowboys, horses, rope, and yogurt. My biggest worry was avoiding the bathtub. I didn’t care about presidential candidates or illegal immigration. The term “politics” meant nothing to me. I can remember the pride I felt every morning in elementary school when we would recite the Pledge of Allegiance. "I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all." This was my America. This was my home. Underneath all the corruption, all the spite and envy, underneath the pain and the politics, this is a land of freedom. The words on the Statue of Liberty written by Emma Lazarus say, “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door." The United States of America is still my home. This I believe.

Me vs. the Raptor

I could survive for 1 minute, 6 seconds chained to a bunk bed with a velociraptor

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Police Beat: Phonecall Hypnotization

I found this article in the police beat of BYU's infamous newspaper, The Daily Universe (police beats are the best and only slightly decent part of the paper).

Oct. 18, 2008:
A female resident of Wymount Terrace called in a suspicious phone call in which a man made statements with the intent of hypnotizing the student. The student said she does not remember most of the conversation, but remembers she called him master. Police say it is virtually impossible to hypnotize over the phone.


My favorite part is when she called him "master". And if I've learned anything about technology, nothing is virtually impossible. I wonder if this mysterious hypnotist gets a lot of dates by hypnotizing innocent girls over the phone. If so I've got to learn his technique.