tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89867391045019704392024-03-14T04:24:09.866-06:00Captain CravenCravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15293923423325531412noreply@blogger.comBlogger191125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986739104501970439.post-680028010805379982013-03-03T16:59:00.003-07:002013-03-03T16:59:31.379-07:00A New BlogHey everybody! I know I know - I haven't posted in over half a year. I don't know how much I'll be posting in the future, but I'm contemplating putting together a new blog about our life together. So stay tuned!<br />
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In the meantime, life is wonderful and we are enjoying our time in New York. I am working hard in school, and Xan has essentially turned our basement into a full-fledged photo studio. You know what? You should click the link to <a href="http://xanseye.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">follow her blog</a>!Cravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15293923423325531412noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986739104501970439.post-34117188384484400812012-09-09T14:12:00.000-06:002012-09-09T14:52:17.636-06:00True Love, and other things.<div style="text-align: center;">
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I had big plans to post exciting things about Haiti, but then bigger plans came along! Ladies and gentlemen, meet Xan Baker:</div>
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When I came home from Haiti, Xan was waiting for me at the airport. We spent every free moment of our remaining summer together, and found ourselves falling in love. Xan and I are engaged to be married on Thanksgiving weekend! By the way, Xan gets <a href="http://www.xanseye.com/" target="_blank">credit</a> for all these photos.<br />
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Xan's family is wonderfully brilliant, artsy, and quirky. I fit right in.<br />
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We carved our names into a tree on our second date,<br />
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then played hard all summer, falling in love somewhere along the way,<br />
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...and later took our engagements in that same grove of aspens. Xan calls them "quakies," which I love.<br />
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This is where I live now, with all of Xan's stuff. Our toasty town home.<br />
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It has been one day and I am already exhausted. I arrived in Port-Au-Prince alone, at about 8:45am. I supposed I would be sharing my flight here with other volunteers in Sustain Haiti, but because I signed up so late, my flight was not the same. My first experience in this country, I was alone at the baggage claim without a lick of French or Creole in my knowledge. After locating my bags, I approached a group of lost-looking white people and asked if I could borrow a phone. One of the girls consented, and I made two phone calls - one to my home to assure them I was safe and to get the number for my in-country director, and then a phone call to the aforementioned, Eric. He was waiting just outside the terminal for me, and directed me to come on out!<br />
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We walked through a milling crowd of Haitians who all tried to help me with my bags, whom I refused, and then arrived at the back of the parking lot, where a small van filled with the other volunteers awaited us. Seating was sparse, consisting of two benches made of 2x4s in the bed, with the rest of the room being taken up by our luggage. I sat on a wooden plank wedged against the door and rested my forehead on the windowpane. For three hours, we made the 18 mile trek to Leogane. Wavering between exhaustion and nausea, I took in my surroundings.<br />
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Traffic is mayhem, people are stacked on top of each other, and crammed into every crevice between the grey rubble, garbage, and sewage. Some places seem to be in good shape. Others are absolutely filthy fields of garbage and refuse.<br />
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Although exhausted, I decided to spend the afternoon observing some of the work that Sustain Haiti does. We took a "moto taxi" out to a community called Mellier (125cc modified Daihatsu motorcycles), where I watched Eric teach a business class. At 5:30, we returned to Leogane and I watched a few ESL classes being taught, which I will begin helping with tomorrow. These people are in dire need of help, but also need to be able to help themselves. I am excited to get to work here, and hopeful that I will be able to make a difference!Cravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15293923423325531412noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986739104501970439.post-22231039958317333102012-06-01T13:09:00.000-06:002012-06-01T13:09:05.581-06:00Haiti: In the Thick of ThingsIt is 95 degrees and unbearably humid. I am sweating straight through
my scrubs. Sweat is beading on all of our foreheads, and Matt and I are
halfway through an inguinal hernia repair when the power goes out.
Good thing the surgeon chose to operate in a room with a window. The
surgery is a difficult one, and it's taking longer than we originally
expected. I've never had the opportunity to assist in surgery, but
they've been shorthanded at L'Hospital de Sainte Croix for a while now,
and they're happy for the extra hands. It's all part of the experience.<br />
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probably one of the most fulfilling experiences. Some of us teach
beginning classes, others intermediate and advanced. I'm not sure which
of us really knew what we were down when we first got down here, but
after a week it seems like we have all hit our stride. Some of the most
hilarious answers have been "it is CAT o'clock" and "good alligator"
instead of "good evening." It seems like every Haitian wants to be your
friend. After class I am always swarmed by them, wanting to practice
English.<br /><br />Coming down to Haiti has already changed the way I view
the world. I was talking with other volunteers today, trying to decide
how this experience has changed us, or is continuing to change us, and
we can all agree that, for one thing, we'll all complain a whole lot
less. We are lucky in America, we have a lot. Although there are times
when we want to go home to something air conditioned and clean, most of
the time we are happy here. The people need us. They need
encouragement, and they need just a little knowledge to help them get
back up on their feet. I chose to come visit Haiti with Sustain Haiti
because, out of over 10,000 NGOs, Sustain Haiti focuses on what I think
matters most - giving education and constructive ideas to the people,
allowing them to maintain their dignity, sever any reliance on handouts,
and begin to rebuild their own lives by taking control. There is honor
in our work hereCravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15293923423325531412noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986739104501970439.post-86855442914768396032012-05-01T14:05:00.001-06:002012-05-01T14:05:28.935-06:00Just Around the River Bend...Okay guys my summer is gearing up to be a wild and crazy one, no matter how you look at it. I thought I'd drop in to my increasingly disused blog to let y'all know what I'm doing.<br />
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In my applications (and preparations for another round of them), I've decided to really beef up my extracurriculars this summer. Although I seriously have the BEST job ever, I have decided I may need to take a break from it in order to pursue some other goals. In lieu of working, I'll be spending (but spending responsibly, mind you). I am going to Haiti.<br />
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This is not a vacation. This will be a humanitarian aid trip with an organization called Sustain Haiti, which works mostly through BYU. The scary thing is, this trip will leave me poor and without a job when I return. It would be much easier to work my very sick-awesome job all summer, and then have a fat paycheck to spend on post-baccalaureate classes. However, I don't get a lot of chances to get out of America and do a little good, so I think I'm gonna take this one. Every once in a while, life gives you a chance to make some real changes. I hope this is one of them. It seems a little crazy to just drop everything and go, but sometimes that's what you have to do. Wish me luck!Cravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15293923423325531412noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986739104501970439.post-3541646043150700272012-02-18T16:43:00.001-07:002012-02-18T17:28:19.828-07:00Dateability Series 2: Date a Girl With A Passion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Whenever I kiss a girl for the first time, my family inevitably finds out within hours (sometimes minutes, if my brother's ESP is especially strong). According to tradition, when Sunday rolls around, the family gathers around the dinner table, subjects me to a series of probing questions as to the nature of the relationship and the kiss, and then demands <i>ice cream</i>. A couple weeks ago, I served my family a (past due) rocky-road-plus-blackberries... oh and did I tell you? The ice cream must describe the nature of the kiss and the type of girl. So here is my advice of the day:<br />
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Vanilla is safe. It's sweet, delicious, classic, and you can't blame anybody for loving it. But it's also pretty boring. Who walks into Baskin Robbins (31 flavors!) and orders <i>vanilla?</i> Just because they carry it, doesn't mean you should eat it. They have daiquiri ice, moose tracks, rocky road, white chocolate raspberry truffle, cake batter, bubblegum, pralines and cream, or for the less adventurous, strawberry, blueberry, blackberry, raspberry, etc. etc. etc. Everybody tries vanilla, sure, because you have to start somewhere, but nobody sticks with it forever - because you start to crave a little more flavor.</div>
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Enough cannot be said about the attractiveness of a girl pursuing her passions, who excels at something. People who are learning, growing, changing all the time are those who bring an added excitement, vigor, and brightness to life. Sing, hike, ski, snowshoe, act, travel, dance, play an instrument, or a sport. Do all of them, or none - but be honest with yourself about whatever your talents are, and bring those to the table in your relationships.<br />
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One of my biggest fears is that I'll marry a girl, and sometime before we grow old, grey, and too deaf to hear each other anyways... the conversation will run out.<br />
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So to kick off the dateability series, I say date a girl with a voice. I love a girl with a voice, and my friends agree! Mostly, I mean that we boys love a girl with opinions, who thinks about the things she sees, and expresses her thoughts both freely and candidly.<br />
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Let's start with the dark side of this post. Too often, I find myself in conversation with a girl and suddenly I can <i>tell</i> she's thinking "I hope this conversation is going well!" And then BAM. There we are, smiling stupidly at each other, and while I'm thinking of ways to keep that conversation going she's still <i>really </i>focused on hoping the conversation is going well instead of actually contributing to the conversation and so the conversation actually goes like this:<br />
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(Disclaimer: All conversations and persons in this blog are fictitious. Any representation of any specific people or persons, real or otherwise, is not intentional.)<br />
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Me: So how is school?<br />
Her: (smiling) Good!<br />
Me: (thinking: oh boy. it's gonna be one of these conversations again. Turn on blinker. Drive cautiously through intersection. Resume conversation.) Awesome! Are you loving your classes? Any you're excited about this semester?<br />
Her: School's good. But, you know, it's school.<br />
Me: Indeed. To be honest, I kind of miss school. (I can feel this conversation getting dangerously close to a dead end, but thankfully so is my car, as it pulls up to her house.) Are you working as well?<br />
Her: Nope.<br />
Me: ... (grasping at straws) So... home sweet home!<br />
Her: Yep!<br />
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Date a girl with a voice. Date a girl with opinions. Because to do so is to sign up for at least one evening of stimulating conversation. Maybe a lifetime if you're super lucky. Even if you don't make it to date number two, you go home that night <i>thinking about stuff</i>. You may even find yourself making up funny new words, like "skankapades" (a term for escapades of a dubious nature), and "snarkasm" (snarky sarcasm). The laughs are even better than the kissing. It's true. Girls, if you're reading this, here is my (probably unwarranted) advice - don't be afraid to speak up!<br />
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Even if your vocalizations reveal that you are not the particular type or flavor of person that the boy is looking for, <i>anything</i> is better than a drab vanilla who mindlessly agrees with everything the boy says. You are not meant to be walked on! Disagree sometimes! You may be surprised at how effectively this throws a boy off his balance. Puts you back in control. Makes him like you a little more. Show off your brain - and the only way you can do it is by opening your mouth.Cravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15293923423325531412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986739104501970439.post-17226323516455778722012-01-13T12:27:00.001-07:002012-01-19T22:56:08.179-07:00Breaking the SilenceHappy New Year!<br />
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Okay, I've been quite reticent as of late. Honestly I don't know exactly why except that I've been having SO MUCH FUN playing with family and friends. Though it is nearly halfway through January I haven't made ANY New Year's Resolutions, however, I will be soon. One of which is to become more self-aware.<br />
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Which explains my next slew of blog posts - I'm going to write about things that boys look for in girls. And I'm gonna be honest about it. Buckle up, because I feel like those of you who read my blog with any regularity fall into the category of people who would be entertained by such a subject. Of course, any thoughts or advice along the way is greatly appreciated.Cravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15293923423325531412noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986739104501970439.post-85132309372953407952011-11-27T22:45:00.001-07:002011-11-27T22:51:32.638-07:00A Craven Thanksgiving<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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1. 7th Annual Pie Night: friends, family, and undercover vegan bean pies.<br />
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2. Impromptu Christmas jams with Steven and Co.<br />
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3. Foregoing Black Friday shopping with an impulsive trip to Angel's Landing.<br />
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4. Of course, lots and lots of family time!Cravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15293923423325531412noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986739104501970439.post-18771522396671799892011-11-13T11:21:00.001-07:002011-11-13T11:29:05.627-07:00Pixelmator: Headswapping, backgrounds, gloom effect, and moreI've been getting a lot better at photo editing. Just wanted to show you some of what I've been working on for my mom's Tapestry website.<br />
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I'm most proud of this one, in which I swapped my mom's head. The other stuff is fairly commonplace - removing background, smoothing skin tone, etc.<br />
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The group really liked this picture but as you can see it's a tad overexposed. This was a lot of fun too because you can see that I removed the car on the left side of the picture. I also think I did a fairly good job of fixing the exposure and the levels. I got defeated by that lens glare in that lady's hair in the background... I'm still learning.<br />
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This stuff is a lot of fun, and I'm getting faster at it - learning all the shortcuts and such. Recently, I've discovered that a lot of my photo edits are ending up on Facebook as profile pictures. I wouldn't know, since I deleted my account months ago.Cravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15293923423325531412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986739104501970439.post-18936140982463501522011-11-13T11:19:00.001-07:002011-11-13T11:20:02.565-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She sings in a double-trio of women called "Tapestry," and recently they've decided to go modern and build a website. They asked me to design a header for their site using the frilly bits I employed in my recent <a href="http://lifehasnolimit.blogspot.com/2011/09/behold-pixelmator.html">JBB graphic</a>. This is what I came up with:<br />
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This is the my first design - this time around, I discovered some cool ways to make a drop shadow, which gives the frilly bits a nice 3-D effect. The tutorials online have been a great help.<br />
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This is how I changed the image after some suggestions and requests from my mom. I think it's so cool that she's in a band! Go mom.Cravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15293923423325531412noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986739104501970439.post-92121456641326599862011-10-13T13:11:00.000-06:002011-10-13T13:13:04.946-06:00AMCAS, Med School, Primaries, SecondariesRan across this on a friend's blog and just had to share, because it makes me laugh out loud:<br />
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I am completing my last secondary application today, which is to Duke. I am excited to be done! It has been a long and rigorous process, which I probably made harder on myself by procrastinating. Don't procrastinate your medical school applications!<br />
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Starting today, I will no longer need to (only) bask in the sunshine, for I will be out playing in it! And while we're on the subject, the moon is quite full: perfect for some midnight adventures. Go crazy, folks.Cravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15293923423325531412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986739104501970439.post-38506653137812027692011-10-02T00:20:00.003-06:002011-10-02T00:21:02.469-06:00The World Needs This Video<object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cqOSNzxo7Mo&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3">
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I am a child at heart. I salute these video makers!Cravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15293923423325531412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986739104501970439.post-75981113295098204102011-09-30T12:10:00.002-06:002011-09-30T12:15:20.125-06:00Vacation - Rochester, NY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Rochester is a beautiful part of upstate New York. Settled right on the coast of Lake Ontario, this city is home to University of Rochester School of Medicine, where I attended a medical school interview. The entire stay was wonderful and I had a great time interviewing as well!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ben and Celeste were ideal hosts, and cooked for us every night.</td></tr>
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My friend Dave and I interviewed one day apart from each other, so we decided to spend the weekend there together. While Dave was in his interviews, I wandered around in downtown Rochester, eating at the delicious Dinosaur Grill, visiting the Eastman School of Music, and photographing interesting architecture.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The colors in this photo are my favorite. Also I enjoy the rhythm of the windows and staircases.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ugliest building in Rochester. Like a car accident, I just couldn't tear my eyes away from it. It says "Times Square" above its gloomy double doors.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rochester used to have a subway system, which has been abandoned, leaving behind some cool looking bridges. I saw some amazing graffiti in there but was too afraid of getting mugged to photograph it.</td></tr>
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Dave and I both had a great experience in our interviews, and would be very happy to attend Rochester for medical school. After Dave finished up his interviews, we rented a car together and did a little sight-seeing! First, we drove out to Niagra Falls, then doubled back through Rochester to visit Palmyra, where the LDS Church has its roots. We spent time in the Sacred Grove, Joseph Smith's home, and at the Hill Cumorah.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Niagra Falls! There's Canada in the background. We rode the Maid of the Mist, but naturally I kept my camera well-covered.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Sacred Grove in Palmyra. I was surprised to see how close it is to the Smith Family Farm. You can tell you walk upon hallowed ground amongst those trees.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's the Palmyra Temple you see through the trees. They had to cut out a hole in the foliage so we could see it from where I'm standing on the Smith Family property.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dave and I on our way home in our SWEET rental car! Thanks Hertz!</td></tr>
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Cravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15293923423325531412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986739104501970439.post-41499693979780465352011-09-29T21:58:00.001-06:002011-09-30T00:52:37.008-06:00Vacation - MoabWhen was the last time you went to Moab? Rafted a river? Saw Delicate Arch? (Your license plate doesn't count!) I've been with my family a couple of times, but it was sure a lot of fun to do it with my friends this time instead:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our campsite: I slept on a picnic table and it was AWESOME.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aleah catching some sunshine on the drive into Arches Nat'l Park</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our crew. There were a LOT of us! Good kids and solid new friends.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I am astounded by the enormity of Delicate Arch. Here I am standing underneath it's monstrous pillars with good friends Gordy and Steve</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some of God's creations simply cannot be confined to a photograph. I tried anyways.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isn't it remarkable that Native Americans lived in such a desolate area? Who knows how much you have to love those sheep to immortalize them on a rock.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Okay. A little out of focus, but Jon... you hat is... indescribable</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was carefully, mysteriously, placed upon my car overnight. Phantom giant underpants.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We went rafting, but naturally I didn't take my super-nice camera on the trip, so no wet swimsuit pictures for you.</td></tr>
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Somebody from Germany and somebody from Lativa viewed my blog this week! How amazing.<br />
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Fresh-squeezed lemonade, corncobs dipped in salty butter, rides on the ferris wheel (or not, because the line is so long and there is so much to see), petting donkeys, plugging our noses around the pigpen, and sharing a block of fudge while perusing the shops for keepsakes. In short, an All-American Thursday night! Gotta love the State Fair and the friends who make it memorable.Cravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15293923423325531412noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986739104501970439.post-75571576848718988622011-09-11T22:59:00.002-06:002011-09-11T22:59:14.372-06:0010 years agoTyler knocked on my door to pick me up for our Olympus Jr. High carpool. His dad, Kim, was waiting outside in his big silver SUV, honking at us. I opened the door to tell him I was coming, just had to grab my lunch, and Tyler told me that somebody had crashed a plane into the World Trade Centers. I didn't even know what they were, and didn't understand what that meant.<br />
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30 minutes later found us with our eyes riveted to the television screen in SeƱor Thomas's Spanish class, as we watched the second plane smash into the other tower. We watched church services and prayed as a nation. I was only 14, and my understanding of politics, nationality, and patriotism were still forming, but I felt a distinct sense of unity with my fellow Americans. I felt us growing closer. Then I watched the buildings fall to the ground and I remember marveling that they didn't tip over on top of the other buildings, but seemed to disintegrate and sink down into the rest of the city. We watched people throwing themselves from the upper floors on live television. These were scary things to watch, and I felt like I was growing up a lot, all at once.<br />
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Throughout the day I heard from friends whose family worked at the World Trade Centers, found out they were located on Manhattan Island; families hadn't heard from their children, and were worried sick. Some were safe, and some were killed. Lots of kids went home from school early.<br />
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In memory of those who died, let us live to make men free. God is marching on.Cravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15293923423325531412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986739104501970439.post-43495531505028872932011-09-09T20:40:00.003-06:002011-09-09T20:41:05.286-06:00Squiggly LineIs it just me, or does that squiggly line next to your blog make you want to work harder for good posts?<br />
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Also, here are some of my latest projects:<br />
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<br />Cravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15293923423325531412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986739104501970439.post-64235859366223423512011-09-06T14:35:00.003-06:002011-09-06T14:40:55.184-06:00iTunes BingeI got a 100 dollar gift certificate to iTunes. How should I spend it?Cravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15293923423325531412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986739104501970439.post-44676324045408689872011-09-05T22:08:00.001-06:002011-09-05T22:11:30.003-06:00Labor Day<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"></span><br />
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Today, I caught myself wondering to myself, "why do we celebrate Labor Day?"</div>
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Labor_Day">Wikipedia</a> tells us this:</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><b>"Labor Day</b> is a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Federal_holidays_in_the_United_States" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Federal holidays in the United States">United States federal holiday</a> observed on the first Monday in September (September 5 in 2011) that celebrates the economic and social contributions of workers."</span></div>
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"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">The first big Labor Day in the United States was observed on September 5, 1882, by the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Central_Labor_Union" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Central Labor Union">Central Labor Union</a> of New York.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-labordept_0-0" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1em;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Labor_day#cite_note-labordept-0" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;">[1]</a></sup> It was first proposed by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_J._McGuire" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Peter J. McGuire">Peter J. McGuire</a> of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Federation_of_Labor" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="American Federation of Labor">American Federation of Labor</a>in May 1882,<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-Bridgemens1921_1-0" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1em;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Labor_day#cite_note-Bridgemens1921-1" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;">[2]</a></sup> after witnessing the annual <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Labour_Day#Canada" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Labour Day">labor festival</a> held in Toronto, Canada.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-origins_2-0" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1em;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Labor_day#cite_note-origins-2" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;">[3]</a></sup></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">Oregon was the first state to make it a holiday in 1887. By the time it became a federal holiday in 1894, thirty states officially celebrated Labor Day.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-Bridgemens1921_1-1" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1em;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Labor_day#cite_note-Bridgemens1921-1" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;">[2]</a></sup>. Following the deaths of a number of workers at the hands of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Army" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="United States Army">the U.S. military</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Marshals_Service" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="United States Marshals Service">U.S. Marshals</a> during the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pullman_Strike" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Pullman Strike">Pullman Strike</a>, President <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grover_Cleveland" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Grover Cleveland">Grover Cleveland</a> reconciled with the <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Labor_movement" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Labor movement">labor movement</a>. Fearing further conflict, legislation making Labor Day a national holiday was rushed through <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Congress" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="United States Congress">Congress</a>unanimously and signed into law a mere six days after the end of the strike.</span>"</div>
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I spent my Labor Day with my fam, and I'm surprised at what we were able to cram in:</div>
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breakfast of waffles and bacon, skiing on Deer Creek, swimming at the pool, watching the US Open, lunch on the go, a motorcycle ride up to Guardsman's Pass (very pretty this time of year), 9 holes of golf at the Wasatch Mountain Golf Course, then homemade pizza before coming home to my singles ward Family Home Evening. You just can't argue with free donuts. And now, it's time for all of us to admit to ourselves the truth of this last excerpt from Wiki:</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;">"Labor Day has come to be celebrated by most Americans as the symbolic end of the summer. In high society, Labor Day is (or was) considered the last day of the year when it is fashionable for women to wear white."<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-6" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1em;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: underline; white-space: nowrap;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Labor_Day#cite_note-6" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: underline; white-space: nowrap;">[</a></span></sup></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;">Happy End of Summer, folks. I am not returning to school this year, which is weird, but it feels like summer is ending just the same. I'm pretty excited for football season though - I hope my Cougs have a good first year playing independent!</span></div>
<br />Cravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15293923423325531412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986739104501970439.post-24713919791471821862011-09-03T01:48:00.000-06:002011-09-03T01:50:31.978-06:00A word.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> In this strange limbo between undergraduate education and medical school, I find myself writing a lot of essays. Essays about a time I didn't get something I felt I deserved, essays about my experiences with diverse populations. Essays about altruism. And in my sticky summer kitchen, I stress that I cannot express exactly what I mean. Even more, I lament that my "voice," which Ms. Bishop tried to help me find, is still stuck deep inside me somewhere. Caged in, perhaps, by a family of grammar-correctors and memo-editors. I submit essays to medical schools and they feel shiny and metallic: pretty and impersonal.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I would like to think, in another life, that I would have the courage to be an English major. I thought about it, then I thought I could not support a family on it - but oh how I would love to study words. Words are the beginning of everything:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">"In the beginning, was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Within words, somewhere, there exists power, power to construct a beautiful moment, power to make wrong things right, power to change minds. Writers, I envy you, and in this small space, I join you for a moment.</span>Cravehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15293923423325531412noreply@blogger.com1