stop motion

this my first attempt at stop motion animation

I am going to Idaho

this is a pretty good reason to be excited
the end is the best part

fire and water

today was exciting. I was planning on a bonfire I had all the wood cut up the people invited and food. the sky  was dark but I was sunny. the fallow through went as far as the parking lot of the harbor before it started to sprinkle. we decided to see a movie. it was fun. I smoked Travis on one of those shoot 'em up games. we all hung out in the lobby and caught the 9:25 showing of hop. it was funny, enjoyable and I cant think of anything I didn't like.

to Idaho and beyond!

update:
I am so stinking excited to go to Idaho!! ahhh so excited! I'am most assuredly ready for this stage of life. don't get me wrong I am cautious and ready to make wise and prudent decisions and exercise self discipline and like desirable sets of character traits. I am looking forward to studying, thats right. I am ready to be semi-independent, progress in life, and develop my intellectual capacity. oh my ode to I, the I that stands for Idaho. for those who are curious the computer I got for school is a acer timelineX 14' HD LED LCD screen. It has a virtual quad core, 4 gigs of ram (but its DDR3 which is better then the old kind of ram), 640 Gigabyte hard drive, 6 cell Li-ion battery that lasts for up to eight hours(its amazing how long I go with out plugging it in), and other nice things but those were the things that sold me. it was relatively affordable.
oh and for all those who are not a fan of reading my long posts you are in luck I already have three blogs so I thought why not I will just split this one up to so I'm going write my story on another blog and my poetry like wise. this way maybe Ill get more comments.....


I have a total of five blogs now :)

saturday cartoons

update:

Today i babysat my adorable nephews
and loved it! Me and peter played with Lagos and as an expert team of craftsmen
made a pirate ship complete with a plank that lead to a door... to nowhere. lol
it was great cooper had a nice nap and then we all had lunch. Delicious sandwiches
(my favorite food) and roll ups hmmm good. We all went to the library and my
favorites of the books the boys got were "a jerry sinfield Halloween"
which cooper chose and "bat man" which peter chose both of which were
chosen i believe for the wonderful art. When we got back Margot and Brian took
advantage of my awesome babysitting abilities and went on a date. The boys and
I ate a delicious dinner of dinosaur chicken nuggets, tortilla chips, carrots,
and dried cranberries. With our couch friendly dinner we sat and watched Cinderella.
It was coopers choice but I’d say before anyone that I’m a Cinderella fan and
then we watched a bug’s life which was my choice. Margot and Brian returned
near the end of a bugs life after which quickly ended the evening for peter and
cooper.

 

Yesterday it was snowy and i flung
nephews many times and threw many snow balls and quickly, with the help of both
Jack Frost and Eugene, tired little boys out! Cocoa is tasty i however don’t
know how i feel about pumpkin flavored cocoa. I love the snow and am more glad than
ever for the soon coming letter from BYU-Idaho informing me of my acceptance
and letting me know when I’m starting. Snow here I come! That being said it
will be a hard good bye when we leave on Monday and i will long for sniffley,
snow loving, and a hand full yet so snuggly and hilarious nephews. Like any
great performer this bucket of theatrics they leave you wanting more just
as it should be

poem:

The time of our lives

In seconds and minutes and days

Gives no justice no justice

No justice is given from an understated clock

A cloud of perspective, lost on
ticks and dashes

Counting down days and adding up minutes

Patience is thin in the thick of it all

Skewed by a villain with a place and
a purpose

 

A Politian that cannot deliver a
promise it promises

But not taxing on dinner on play on
service on memories

Then there is justice there is
justice given

To remember a life that was worth
living that was worth living!

 

It is the time of our life!

story:

the familiar rhythim of the shady stone road rumbling underneith the blunt desighn of the wagon was almost a lullyby. the mind of samuel cole as it often did drifted but soon became narowed and tightened until it seemed fastened, almost bolted to the idea the thought the.... red
a wind had been blowing and the dusty, overcasted, dynamic shades of gray  became thined and shafts of red and yellow light shined through cobweb and bare spots in the sky. this was a rare moment that samuel had seen several times over his years. when ever it came it was as if he saw it the first time. it was almost like hope if there was such a thing and if there was what would he hope for? all he knew was gray. he knew gray and purple, which no one saw and hid his face. samuel wished he knew red....

the lullyby of the rattling cart against an unforgiving road came to an end as samueal cole came into the market. samuel guided his muel into a choice place and climbed down out of the drivers seat. he found a resonably comfortable position to lean against his cart of ternips and waited.

"samuel!" called a man
"samuel one of my favorites students!"
"thank you, would you like a ternip or two?" samuel said with all the love and cunning of a greatful student and a distracted salesmen
"well of course, but really how have you been? you seem well" samuel's teacher said
how have you been? what kind of a question is that? samueal could have thought
and would have thought if he had been asked by another teacher or student or anyone for that mater had asked him that
he was gray in a gray town where everything was gray, how he had been was gray!
the same as everybody else
but as it was that wasnt what samuel thought

"I'am doing well" samuel answered knowingly
"there was a red dawn this morning and i know how you enjoy them"
"yes sir" samuel said with a tone of sincear respect
"your a special boy samuel im glad i got to teach you as long as i have. you always seemed to have more then gray" his old teacher said with a smile  " a red dawn is a fitting time for you to start your life after school id say, a fitting time for a summer for you to become...." he trailed off and paused for a moment and seemed to be thinking, chooseing his words carfully. "for you to become more" he said in a whisper

it was not only gray in this fadded town
but color was aggresivily removed unnoficially and seriptiously
it was kept gray by great clandestine force. samuel knew that his teacher for even hinting about samuel being more then gray or even loving red more then gray or as much could lead to his disapearance. just another face that would fade and be forgotten in the gray.

though in the red light of an unusual day samuel cole had a feeling...... that there was more to rise from the ash of a fallen city then just a whisper

sketch for the future

i was thinking
that my blog posts
could take a regular format
such as update: life experience, insight, spiritual application
poem: creative word play to express feelings about life
story:and a new episode of a creative writing piece

test run

update:

Life is a roller coaster. In the last two weeks I have met new lifelong friends, and stumbled through new callings, and baked a saluting soldier! I have learned and am continually amazed at the life-awakening lessons I learn from those I go out of my way to befriend.

I was humbled by the powerful testimony of a face I had passed by so many times in the hall at church. I knew that I needed to be her friend so I became her friend. There was a person behind the face! It was a terrific person that just after one conversation impacted my life. There was a testimony and wonderful eternal potential in that person behind that face! I got to hear it, not only from her, but also from my Father in Heaven.

How can I hear Him, if I don't hear them? How can I be his son, if I don't love what he has given to me? He has given me the people around me, and the eyes to see their face, and the time to spend with them. I cannot say, and do not fully comprehend, the love and mercy of the Savior in giving me these gifts. I am grateful that he knows me. What can be done with a few words? Somehow I say a few words, and I know Him much more.

another thing he as giving me lately has been a assignment to grow. I have recently been assigned to be FHE co-chair. This has had its ups and downs. I take every calling very seriously, as well as assignments. I do my best to fulfill and magnify my responsibilities. Due to complications, and lack of proper communication, I found myself with one committee member doing all of the planning, delegating and work. Rightfully so, my co-chair with whom I share this assignment, was irritated that I had not involved her more. I responded to her communication sincerely, and found her to be forgiving. Knowing why I approached things the way I did, and was willing to improve. I learned a great deal about effective communication, and winning that struggle, so that pride would not rob me of something of far greater worth, love.

Forgetfulness has caused me to rob the kitchen at the church! I have yet to return the knife I used to cut a cake I made last week. To make matters worse the cake was too sweet. It wasn’t the best cake I’ve ever made. Tsk, tsk, stealing a knife over a mediocre coconut cake. Shame on me! It was in the shape a saluting marine, and it was a valiant first effort I think. My mistake was in thinking that I had to make a denser cake to hold up under fondant, but this is not true. It’s not terribly heavy, though I wouldn't use it on something exceedingly squishy. Having more time to prepare would have been nice as well. All that being said, it looked like a marine and did not taste bad! I will return the knife tomorrow when we clean the building!

poem:
in the midst of his troubles the little bird sighed
the width and conscription of the sky is too wide

I can’t fly the length and I can’t fly the height
I can’t fly the width though I flap with my might

further and further but no nearer I come
the horizon is stubborn and as tight as a drum

I flap and aspire, contend, compete ‘til I fade
and the ache in my back is a sharp as a blade

to tired to rest, I wheeze and I whisper and dose
a raven who listened thoughtfully froze

cogitating and reflecting he chose all his words

the best to be said, could be said between birds

I humbly submit to your noble, grand rapture

A prophesy of a intransigent censure

you don’t know the sky like you know your own sigh
if only you’d hear keenly and wouldn't repine

the wind and the air, its lift and its flow
it'll carry you further then you'd otherwise know

the sunsets the promise the sunrise brings peace
a promise you'd you’d hear if your sighing would cease

the depth of empyrean is etched on the glow
of the horizon’s seraphic pink light that does show

the sky’s great oriel to the hem of the sky
its breadth is the span of the day of this life

when you wield all your strength and you’ve sung your last song
the length of the sky will be something you'll long

Every last sigh of grief and contempt

Comes from the forgetting for what the heavens are meant

The raven took flight with his wisdom and thunder

And the small bird turned back to his sighing and slumbered

story: part I
once upon a time there was a silver city nestled brilliantly in a low valley
but that time drifted and drifted until it became long ago and the once silver city
became a town called faded gray. in this town the people were droopy and tired
and everything was gray and faded. every once a while red or yellow would glow through grey dusty clouds and other then that there was no color except..... purple....
but the strange thing about purple was no one could see it! if something was purple it was hidden very well. this created a problem for Samuel Cole, his head was wrapped up in purple and no one could see his face!

he did the best he could and lived his life like the rest of faded gray, simple and slight.
one day as he was driving a cart of gray turnips to the market he slowed as he passed town hall, much to large for their little gray village, it was built for a silver city that had drifted into dustiness and a slight simple gray. that great tall building much to great for the town he saw as he always did the purple pressed up against the windows and trying its best to squeeze out through the great big locked doors that rested on great iron hinges mounted on a door frame that was as tall as a tree

samuel often reflected on how odd it seemed to close and lock a building because it was filled with something you couldn't see or touch. purple was always easy to see for Samuel but it was far to slippery for him to unwrap his head so that people could see his face. a hidden face was a fortunate disguise for a boy with ambition amongst a sea of drooping eye lids and aggressively bland taste. his slow pass of the town hall slowed gradually and the pass became an approach until he found himself standing at the door of a day dream with gient iron hinges weighing on his almost weightless mind trails of thought twirling through the air and not landing for several moments.

there was a creak and a long groan. Samuel dazed, still blurry eyed blinked and blinked and stared. tranquilized from his ambition and sobriety by a day dream amidst monotony, samual stood still as a dead wind. the doors groaned against the large iron lock and chains that bound the handles of the great doors. the doors bowed and creaked under some great pressure then as if calmed by the command of a master the pressure went down and the doors bowed back and nothing was changed nothing amidst the gray. a wisp of purple fluttered and floated and rested in the air as it came through a hair size crack. a little more purple did not bother samual cole his head was wrapped in it what harm could it be a wisp almost less the a wisp. so he, almost inspired regained his composure regaining his sobriety and took a hopeful note of this color it seemed only he could see and went back to his cart full of gray turnips.

first skip across an empty pond

this is my first blog entry
i was inspired to start this blog by my oldest sister margot
i finally broke down and started reading her blog

regretfully i think i didn't before only because it wasn't convenient
really a terrible reason to not do something
but i read it and i felt tremendously more connected to her life

so i thought i would start this blog as a way for freinds and family to be connected with me as well

i will do my best to offer insights, stimulate intellect, and gladden the heart