Someone on Facebook posted a video compilation of memories from my dorm, John Hall, at BYU. I took a screen shot from a frame of us lip syncing to Beastie Boys’ “Fight for Your Right to Party”. Aaron and I were on guitar. I had a lot of fun times with Aaron from about 1988 to 1998 when he passed away. Here’s the picture.
This calls for a groundbreaking cermony: I have finally decided to go all out and start making contributions on the web with the tools I’ve seen used so many times. I finally decided to create a Flickr account, create this blog, and submit a book review on Amazon.com. I’ve created a Flickr account before but got annoyed at it when I started stumbling across offensive images. Over the last few months, I think Yahoo has done a good job of keeping those images to a minimum. I’ve also always wanted to record my thoughts after reading books but never had a good place to do it. By reviewing books on Amazon and writing a bit more on here, I can keep a log of the books I’ve read and what I thought of them. Otherwise, what point is there in reading informational/instructive books if I don’t capture the main ideas and put them to use?
I was surprised to read about some kids that died in the caves in St. Paul today. I used to crawl around in there when I was a kid and really enjoyed exploring. Once we got kind of tired and I tried to convince the crew that we all just needed to take a break and catch our breath. I told them we were probably just pushing ourselved too hard in a place where there’s not much oxygen. They outvoted me and we headed out. By the time we made it to the grass outside, we could barely move. We laid on the grass and looked up at the sky and just collectively groaned for about 1/2 an hour. Then, when we could finally move again, we decided to head to church and play some basketball. When we got there, though, all we could do was lay on the floor and talk. It was only a few months later that I heard about the kids mentioned in the article that died in 1992. It was cool to explore and see everything from railcarts for mushrooms to little rooms where Satanic scribblings were etched in the wall. We also saw the area that was once a dance club but it wasn’t much — just a much larger area with some mirrors and some barrels.