So much to write...

What to say?

Marlins Want Fat Men Who Can Dance

February 23rd, 2008 @ 1:44pm

MIAMI (AP) - The Florida Marlins are looking for some footloose fat men. The National League team is creating an all-male, plus-size cheerleading squad to be dubbed the Manatees. Tryouts were scheduled for Sunday.

The team hopes to recruit seven to 10 tubby men to dance, cheer and jiggle during Friday and Saturday home games this season.

Real manatees, 1,200-pound mammals sometimes referred to as "sea cows," are not considered the most agile of creatures and often get caught in boat propellers.

The Marlins want their Manatees to have the same dimensions, but to be decidedly more agile. Men will be judged on how well they dance a choreographed routine.

The Marlins already have a cheerleading squad, the considerably more svelte Mermaids.

Men selected for the Manatees won't be paid. They'll get tickets to games they perform at, and the honor of dancing in front of crowds that have been smallest in major league baseball for the last two seasons.

The Marlins aren't the only pro sports team capitalizing on Americans' expanding waistlines. The Chicago Bulls basketball team have the Matadors, a big-man dance troupe that's entertained fans at home games since 2003.

And although cheerleaders might be an unfamiliar site in baseball, big men aren't, as fans have long cheered on the likes of Babe Ruth and Kirby Puckett.

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Something for the people.

I Like You Too

Eye like yew to.
Aye, like ewe two.

If you are interested in acquiring free U2 concert music, go to this site: U2 Start. You'll be glad you did. The site has something like 1,000 of their concerts - each one in its entirety - from the whole career. Amazing. That's A ... MA... ZING.

Glenn Beck on President Hinckley

Zamzar

Yo yo - wat up? Here is an awesome site: Zamzar. It will make all your wildest dreams come true.

Convert a You Tube video into an mpeg, or an mp3. For free. Find beautiful live performances of your most favorite artist, performances that were never available on any album, and convert them into a CD.

Enjoy

My Testimony

I am troubled by recent and numerous media reports (brought about in part by the presence of Mitt Romney as a presidential candidate) that skew or misrepresent Mormonism. I am troubled by those who slam our entire church because of one negative experience perpetrated by the imperfect members of our faith. I am troubled by those not of our faith who give more credence to a critic than a member when it comes to determining our doctrine. If you want to know the truth about somebody, go to the source – not to a third party.

Apostle M. Russell Ballard of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints challenged us members to consider sharing our views on blogs, responding to online news reports and using the “new media” in other ways.

I would like to do that.

I am a believing member of the Mormon church. I try to live its precepts, often failing; nevertheless I cherish my association with the Church. I am profoundly grateful to be a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

For those of you who may not be a believer, or if you falter in your faith, I urge you to study our doctrine:

Study The Book of Mormon.
Read our manuals.
Study the Doctrine and Covenants and our church history.
Surf around our web site: www.lds.org.
Attend our meetings.
Study our General Conference talks.
Get to know our people.

If you approach these things without bias, you will find clarity, purpose, and sweet communion with God.

I believe all the doctrines of the Church. I cherish the vast amount of Gospel knowledge the Church offers. I believe the words and revelations of Joseph Smith. I believe there is divine purpose in the seemingly endless trials we go through in this life. I look forward with fear and excitement to the time when I will see Jesus Christ again. I believe in an afterlife, that this life is merely a bus stop in our eternal progression.

This Church and its Gospel mean everything to me. I encourage you to embrace our faith as well.

- Tim Brooks

The Internet

The Internet takes me away from nearby friends, from real interaction and conversation.

The Internet keeps me home.

The Internet promotes my physical inactivity

The Internet tempts me with inappropriate things.

The Internet lures me away with trivial, unimportant information.

The Internet often wastes my time.

The Internet frazzles and fragments my thinking, and my attention span, with flitting images and numerous options. I often do not dwell on subjects that require time to understand.

The Internet often robs me of being a content human being, of reflection time, and of inner-peace opportunities.

Cursed be distractions, and that which is trivial, alluring, but unsubstantial.

Counsel to self: exercise caution, self-discipline, and restraint when on the computer.

Finally!

For years I thought I was the only person who thought Bono and Robin Williams looked alike. I found this picture on the web.

"This is '40.' Good night."

I’m reflective, struggling a bit with 40. There is too much death of youthfulness for people my age.

I have connected so much with U2’s most recent album, How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb. It has Bono making numerous references to how he is combating the death of youthfulness, and refusing to let age dictate him:

“Time won’t leave me as I am
But time won’t take the boy out of this man”
(“City of Blinding Lights”)

And

“As you enter this life
I pray you depart
With a wrinkled face
And a brand new heart”
(“Love and Peace”)

And

“I’m alive
I’m being born
I just arrived, I’m at the door
Of the place I started out from
And I want back inside”
(“All Because of You”)

The body might not be able to do what it used to, but there’s still some kick left.

And my soul is only as old as I choose. The way I choose to approach life. Like I said, I gotta jump in the river!

I’m halfway there…

Bono, Balboa, and Brett

My work this year has been to obtain a master’s in administrative education from BYU. To achieve this goal, I am vigorously engaged in a full-time internship at Brighton High School four days a week, as well as 12 hours of classes at BYU on Wednesdays. My life is consumed by these two entities.

Tomorrow is my last day at Brighton, and it has been a wonderful experience. After Thanksgiving I will begin my second internship at Sunrise Elementary School in Sandy. This should be easier, in that there will be essentially no after-school supervision assignments, and maybe even time during the day to do homework – things pretty much unthinkable at Brighton.

The real reason I’m here is to express something else that’s been on my mind… Bono, Balboa, and Brett.

During these past years I have aged much. My body inches forward to 40. I have a recovering meniscus and a tender rotator cuff. I haven’t played basketball for six forlorn months. I am putting on weight, and find it rare to have the energy and time to exercise (not to mention the ability to resist the sheer beauty of a brownie). The responsibilities of father, husband, and adulthood in general slow me down, weigh me down, and age me. My career as a middle school teacher the last few years dented me, left me worn thin. There is so much to do right now in my life, so much to look after, and so much to be concerned about. I am becoming more fuddy duddy than I ever would have imagined. In many ways, and inadvertently, I have kind of been packing it in and giving up. This is not a good thing.

Recently, however, my attention has been drawn to the lives of three extraordinary men who have demonstrated an exemplary resurgence in their lives: Bono of U2, Sylvester Stallone in Rocky Balboa, and Brett Favre of the Green Bay Packers. In Bono’s case, the band seems to defy time and the odds by continuing to produce fresh, challenging, insightful, artistic music – despite their 30+ years together. Their most recent album is incredible. In Stallone’s case, his last Rocky movie inspired me deeply by its courageous portrayal of an aging man refusing to give up. And finally, Brett Favre, who almost retired last year, is at the age of 38 leading the NFL as a quarterback, playing passionately, and leading his team to a very successful year so far. He’s like a young man again.

The message of all three teaches me that age does not determine when a person loses passion for living and achieving. The body, heart, and soul are more resilient than I had given them credit for. Life is meant to be lived, not just gotten through.

I want to live life fully! I want to live happy! I want to be an old man someday who can look back with profound satisfaction that I lived a life worth living, gave, served, had fun, perhaps even made a difference. I don’t want to live half a life. I don’t want to cower in fear, retreat in the shadows, resent, regret, etc. I want to be the kind who jumps in the river and swims with the current, going wherever its God-guided current takes me, and not a geeky, complacent, by-standing observer who kept his hands in his pocket, his mouth shut, and never even got his feet wet. I don’t want to live my life observing other people living on television. I want to live my own reality, not that of a television watcher or cyber citizen.

Counsel to self: Trust God. Strive. Wriggle. Visit a museum. Sniff the outdoors. Laugh. Speak out. Give. Do not live life or drive on cruise control. Let there be variety. Let there be some risk. Don’t always wad yourself up in schedules, deadlines, tasks, perfection, pre-calculated action, or coverage.

In the immortal words of Cliff Mayes, professor at BYU: “Who needs a hug?!”

Church Ball celebrity

Yesterday was the first day of my first internship at Brighton High School. I will spend three months at each school job shadowing with the administrators to learn the tricks of the trade. Something cool happened on my first day: I got to meet a celebrity. His name is Stan Ellsworth, and he played Jeremiah Johnson in the movie Church Ball. I helped him register his daughter. And he looks (and acts) exactly how is in the movie. Dude, it was awesome!!!











When I first saw him, I went up and without even introducing myself, said, “I just want you to know that I loved that movie you were in!” I pretty much made a fool of myself, but who cares. He was very gracious about it all.

Why?

Why does everything have to be so political?

Pass the ice cream.

Lagoon

I don't like Lagoon. It costs $37 to get into Lagoon (for only $26 more you can get into Disneyland). That's pretty expensive to pay to walk along unevenly paved, gum-covered asphalt; wait in lines for three hours to enjoy a 45-second ride; see a few sickly, lethargic zoo animals; look at a filthy, feather and bird-feces-infested pond; have disinterested teenage employees huffily operate rickety, old rides; and pay extra money for specialty rides. GIVE ME A BREAK.

Even if I had to pay triple to get in, Disneyland is still by far a better bargain than Lagoon. The dressed up characters, the fireworks, Main Street, the music, better and more rides, etc. kicks butt all over Lagoon.

Thirty-seven bucks to get into Lagoon?? You have GOT to be kidding me. Lagoon is lame. Don't waste your money. By the time you leave there, counting the cost of food, souvenirs, arcade games, etc. you haven't spent much less than a visit to Disneyland, where they know how to entertain.

Wake up, people! Don't go to Lagoon!

DON'T GO TO LAGOON!

Simplify

Simplify.

Here's my point

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Ice cream

Two days ago I finished my one-month abstinence from ice cream. I am GLAD it’s over. I can't tell you how glad.


(This is my 73rd blog.)

Evangelicals for Mitt

One of my buddies forwarded this to me. I felt it worth posting:


Mitt Romney Not Our Pastor-in-Chief Nancy French Wednesday, May 23, 2007
By Nancy French

There's a question I'm often asked by my closest friends and casual
acquaintances alike: "How could a committed Christian like you support a Mormon for president?"

I get that question a lot as co-founder of the Evangelicals for Mitt
organization - especially now that Rev. Al Sharpton has apparently
taken it upon himself to question the validity of Mitt Romney's faith.

In fact, the news that I'm supporting Romney for president recently
brought one of my Christian friends to tears - she couldn't understand it.

The mainstream media often seems as incredulous as my friend. They maintain that Romney has no chance in the Bible Belt, due to the differences between the Mormon faith and mainstream Christianity. But my emotional friend's reaction notwithstanding, the media have it wrong.

Let me explain why. To paraphrase Jerry Falwell, I wouldn't want Gov. Romney as my Sunday school teacher, but that's not the office he's running for. The fact is, we're not electing a Pastor-in-Chief. Voters who care about traditional values are smart enough to keep that in mind.

In countless conversations with Southern evangelicals, here are the
questions asked most frequently:

Can Evangelicals and Mormons really work together and trust each
other? The fact is that in spite of our theological differences, Christians and Mormons are already political allies. In fact, if Mormons weren't consistently more conservative than their evangelical neighbors, Al Gore would be America's president now - instead of his newfound role as the earth's "weather psychic."

Does believing "Mormon stuff" make Romney gullible? All religions
require a leap of faith that appears silly to outsiders. If a reporter questioned me about my religion, he'd raise an eyebrow over my belief that Noah was a floating zookeeper, that Jesus was the best sommelier in Galilee, and that he paid taxes with coins from a fish's mouth.

No one belongs to the Church of the Scientific Method, so religion falls outside normal reasoning. Gov. Romney's beliefs certainly require faith - including his quite miraculous notion that Jesus is his personal Savior. In my experience, evangelicals loathe religious litmus tests, ever since Democrats tried to disqualify Christian and Catholic judges because of their beliefs. And as far as gullible goes, well, don't forget: Mitt Romney has two Harvard degrees.

Is America ready for a Mormon president? If someone asked me whether I'd support a "former alcoholic," a "divorced Hollywood actor," or a "Southern Baptist," I'd pick the "Baptist" every time. However, when actual names are associated with the traits, I'd pick the former alcoholic (George W. Bush) or actor (Ronald Reagan) over the Baptist (Bill Clinton) faster than you can say "Lewinsky."

The point is, individual personalities matter. As America learns more about Gov. Romney, his political triumphs will overshadow his religion. For example, after brazen judges legalized homosexual "marriage," he stopped Massachusetts from becoming "gay Las Vegas" by refusing to marry out-of-state gay couples.

He also erased a $3 billion dollar debt without raising taxes, and has forcefully advocated pro-life positions. In other words, the question isn't whether we're ready for a Mormon, but are we ready for this Mormon.

What about Baptist preacher Mike Huckabee? John Mark Reynolds wrote that "my faith in the holiness standards of Baptists survived Clinton and my belief in their sanity survived Carter, though that was a closer call." But Gov. Huckabee doesn't deserve to be tainted by the dubious political legacy of recent Baptist leaders - i. e. Clinton's moral failure, Carter's weak foreign policy, Johnson's social programs, and Gore's use of the word "lock box." Evangelicals evaluate candidates on their political merits and don't vote for the "most Christian" person on the ballot. (Note the Oval Office absence of Alan Keyes.)

Doesn't theology matter? Of course it matters! If a candidate belonged to the "Church of Killing Canadians," to use an absurd illustration, voters would rightly ask whether he planned on invading Canada and stealing their moose. Some theologies do lead to flawed political decisions. But Mormonism and Evangelical Christianity have common moral and, therefore, political values.

In fact, the only difference between a Mormon and a Presbyterian at a cocktail party is the Mormon isn't getting a chardonnay refill. Perhaps someone less scandalous than Ward Cleaver is just what a Mark Foley/Ted Haggard fatigued nation needs.

How many "first ladies" will Mitt bring to the White House? The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints gave up polygamy in 1890. In fact, the polygamists and their bun-wearing wives on Dateline are as realistic a portrayal of Mormons as mountain-dwelling snake handlers are of evangelicalism. Romney's been married to the same woman for 38 years - while Rudy Giuliani walked down the aisle three times, John McCain twice, and Newt Gingrich three times. As Kate O'Beirne recently noted, the only
GOP frontrunner with one wife is the Mormon.

Are you really a Christian? Please: I've eaten countless unidentifiable casseroles at potlucks and I've sung "Just As I Am" 73 million times. I just so happen to support Mitt Romney for President - in spite of our theological differences. I happen to think it's more "Christian" to give the man a fair shake, than to pave the way for candidates without a commitment to social issues.

I'm apparently not alone - donors in Tennessee gave more money to Romney than any other candidate. Plus, he beat all current GOP candidates in straw polls in Memphis, Washington, D. C., and even Greenville, S. C. He's also garnered endorsements by prominent evangelicals like Jay Sekulow, Mark DeMoss, and Hugh Hewitt.

Most importantly, though, the mere mention of his name makes the ACLU, Planned Parenthood, and the mainstream media break out into hives. That, of course, is enough to make any evangelical put aside theological differences, and take notice.

Nancy French is co-founder of www. EvangelicalsforMitt. org and the author of "Red State of Mind: How a Catfish Queen Reject Became a Liberty Belle"

No ice cream for a month

As of June 12th, I have vowed to myself not to eat ice cream for a month. Reasons:

1. It makes me fat.

2. It makes me feel bloated.

3. It has become an addiction. I am eating way too much of it.

4. It's an exercise in self-control, which I have very little of when it comes to eating.

5. I need a reason to post a blog.

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As of July 12th, I will resume eating ice cream again. Reasons:

1. It's yummy.

2. It's addictive.

3. My self-bargained month will be over.

4. I am going to die anyway.

Will Carter on Immigration

A friend of mine wrote the following:

While Washington D.C. dithers over immigration "reform," the illegal invasion of America continues. I live and work at the "front lines" of this invasion, doing the work most Americans won't do: I teach in California, holding class in the same rooms where my father attended high school some fifty five years ago.

But the "old" school is hardly recognizable today. Whereas 87% of my father's class was "white" and exclusively English-speaking, fully 97% of the present student body is "brown" and mostly Spanish-speaking.

Those distinctions would be inconsequential, but for other differences.

A disturbing number of my "main-stream" students cannot count. Simple math is an impenetrable mystery for them. Even with a calculator, they cannot sum or subtract, multiply or divide. For these, numbers remain mostly meaningless.

This may be attributed, to some extent, to language deficiencies. (I cannot count in Cantonese, for that matter!) But our school district recently lost its lawsuit demanding that our students be tested in Spanish rather than in English. And administrators must now be quietly rejoicing, for had they won their suit, the results certainly would have been doubly dismaying. For, remarkably, much of our population is largely illiterate in either language.

Coming as they do from mostly impoverished, largely illiterate homes -- sometimes bypassing elementary education altogether – many never adequately learn to read or write. Consequently, textbooks (and written tests) are virtually incomprehensible to them. Classwork and homework (at grade level) remain uncompleted and the majority of students, freshman and seniors alike, cannot cobble together a cogent, coherent sentence, let alone an essay.

By allowing such gross inadequacy to persist in our public schools, we have created a culture in which mediocrity and ignorance have prevailed and become the norm; failure and apathy are now entrenched; and half our student population drops out or "transfers" before graduation. Were it not for rampant grade inflation and the "dumbing down" of core curricula, the drop-out and failure rates would be even higher. The results of standardized tests, administered over several decades, have borne this out.

We have imported a "servant-class" nation of often hard-working, usually congenial, but mostly illiterate peasants who fled, understandably, from corrupt and despotic regimes under whose reign these foreign-born brothers and sisters have had little hope of prospering and for whom mere survival has become a challenge. Yet the children of these immigrants, born here and abroad, lack understanding. They have been raised in an impoverished environment which has pragmatically accommodated lawlessness and political corruption.

What wholesome culture can arise among those who lurk in the shadows of illegality? who thrive in anonymity or depend upon pay-offs, bribes, and false (or stolen) identities for survival? Failure to assimilate affords criminals protection from accountability, especially when cities (like the one in which I work) institutionally provide "sanctuary" for those who reside here illegally.

The consequences of lawlessness and illegality may seem trivial to some, insulated as they may be by wealth and privilege. Yet the average American citizen suspects that a disproportionate number of crimes are being committed by illegal immigrants living and working "under the radar." For most of us, it is obvious that the quality of "domestic tranquility" has deteriorated in recent years. Crimes of violence; vandalism; theft; uninsured, hit-and-run and drunken driving; depressed wages; higher taxes; growing slums; overburdened social systems; and plummeting academic scores all correspond with increasing numbers of "undocumented workers."

For thousands of illegal immigrants who murder, maim and plunder in our midst, Mexico and beyond remains a refuge of "last resort" to which one may furtively retire to avoid accountability for one's crimes committed here. Meanwhile, hundreds of thousands of such criminals, here illegally, never make it to the border and rot in U.S. jails at taxpayer's expense.

Two illegal aliens that aren't in jail -- one age 29, the other age 24 – raped my foster daughters last year. With the help of the police one Sunday morning, I apprehended them, hiding, half-dressed, in a child's closet in my neighbor's house. In the presence of these officers, the men admitted their guilt, apologizing for having sex with the 15- and 17-year-old girls. I left the scene, confident that the perpetrators would be taken into custody and held accountable for their crimes.

But I was mistaken. Imagine my surprise when the police told me they had let the rapists go! They didn't even finger-print or photograph them! "Why?" I asked. "We didn't know the men had had sex with them, or that the girls were underage," the officer said. "But you were there! You heard their confessions! They admitted it right in front of you! The girls came out of the bedroom half naked!" "We don't speak Spanish," the officer told me. (Apparently, the police are trained well enough to say, "Salgan de alli! Manos arriba!" but that's about it.)

Both girls were Latinas. A rape kit was administered to the 15-year-old. The 17-year-old was already pregnant – with her third child conceived in foster care (another monumental scandal of which Californians are utterly unaware). But the perpetrators were long gone, allowed to simply walk away. "Why don't you go pick them up?" I asked. "We don't know who they are or where they live," the police explained. "They had no identification. No address." The police couldn't even talk to them. So they let them go.

Over a hundred years ago, when my ancestors came to this country (legally), they embraced America's culture, celebrated her holidays, learned her common language (English), called themselves "Americans" (not "hyphenated" Americans), waved the American flag, abided by America's laws, and assimilated into American society.

The current crop of immigrants (particularly from Latin America) doesn't seem to be doing that. They wave foreign flags, speak a foreign language, and demand U.S. rights even as they break U.S. laws. They come to this country largely illiterate and often illegally, undereducated and unprepared to assimilate into American society. Meanwhile, they overwhelm our social services, lower our school's academic performance, and radically change our way of life. Perhaps that "change" is more evident in the classroom than anywhere else. But it is a profound change, nonetheless.

While Americans have compassion for those striving to come here in search of a better life and while we sympathize with those suffering poverty and lack of opportunity elsewhere in the world, still, it is inappropriate that the legitimate needs and concerns of native Americans (meaning those born to Americans or who are otherwise naturalized citizens of the U.S.) should be now suppressed and ignored in favor of illegal immigrants. It is wrong that Americans are now compelled, under the guise of "political correctness," to keep silent in the face of this radical transformation of American culture, even the loss of American sovereignty. Anyone who speaks up or dares speak out against the current invasion is immediately branded a racist, a bigot, or a xenophobe.

I, for one, do not consider it racist, bigoted, or xenophobic to cherish one's heritage, to uphold the rule of law, or to protect and retain the American way of life. It is not incumbent upon us as Americans to give up what we hold dear simply because others want it for themselves or seek to destroy it. However, should we chose not to defend what is ours or protect what it means to be American, we shouldn't be surprised to wake up one day to discover that the America we know is gone.

Art

The need for art.

I get caught up in being an adult: child rearing, career, household duties, calling, … the list could go on.

I forget how art can soothe me, or give me dimension.

Here is some art I like.

Food

I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat.

There. I said it.

Eating for me is often psychological. It's refuge. It's ritual.

Food. Glorious food.

Again, Why Blog?

Once again friends or associates of mine, having heard that I maintain a blog, have wondered aloud why on earth anyone would want to do such a thing.

Isn't it a waste of time?

Why do you want people out there to read your private thoughts? That's like letting everyone see your journal!

Don't you have anything better to do?

And once again I feel a need to comment about blogs. I view them as somewhat of an art form, that is, if art is considered expression. A chance to influence someone for good. A way to keep my friends updated on my life and thoughts without having to send numerous emails to individuals, which basically say the same thing each time. Here I can word it once and let people come to read it. Saves time. Like a library. Stock it with books and let those who are interested come check it out.

Why do people write editorials to the paper?

Why do companies and schools publish quarterly news?

Why do some people feel a profound need to write poetry, or a novel, or a play?

Why do some painters devote their energies, money, and whole life to their craft --- despite no remuneration?

I sort of view blogging the same way. It's fun. It's enjoyable. It engages my mind. It releases. It awakens.

My hope is that you read my blog (chances are I read yours --- if you’ve given it to me); if while reading it you derive even a small portion of the enjoyment that I had while writing it then my efforts have not been in vain.

Cassette or Record to CD

My awesome computer came with a program that allows me to hook up a record or cassette player and transfer it to MP3 format, which I can then burn to CD. Awesome!

I think the word awesome is abused; a fluffy, nothing word.

POLITICS

I strongly, strongly urge you to consult this site for political information: On The Issues. Regardless of your political affiliations, and regardless of whether you want to go local or national, this site is incredibly useful. I further recommend that you click on the "Quizzes" link and find out what candidates your beliefs best match.

Go for it! Get informed! Vote responsibly.

Sincerely,
Inigo Montoya (You killed my father. Prepare to die.)

Chocolate Blog

One of my friends posted this: A must read.

Cheap Tomatoes

The following is a forwarded email I received from a frustrated friend who teaches in California. As an educator, I am deeply impacted and incensed by the message of this powerful article. Read.

Cheap Tomatoes ...


This should make everyone think, be you Democrat, Republican or Independent

From a California school teacher - - -"As you listen to the news about the student protests over illegal immigration, there are some things that you should be aware of:

I am in charge of the English-as-a-second-language department at a large southern California high school which is designated a Title 1 school, meaning that its students average lower socioeconomic and income levels.

Most of the schools you are hearing about, South Gate High, Bell Gardens, Huntington Park, etc., where these students are protesting, are also Title 1 schools.

Title 1 schools are on the free breakfast and free lunch program. When I say free breakfast, I'm not talking a glass of milk and roll -- but a full breakfast and cereal bar with fruits and juices that would make a Marriott proud. The waste of this food is monumental, with trays and trays of it being dumped in the trash uneaten. (OUR TAX DOLLARS AT WORK)

I estimate that well over 50% of these students are obese or at least moderately overweight. About 75% or more DO have cell phones. The school also provides day care centers for the unwed teenage pregnant girls (some as young as 13) so they can attend class without the inconvenience of having to arrange for babysitters or having family watch their kids. (OUR TAX DOLLARS AT WORK)

I was ordered to spend $700,000 on my department or risk losing funding for the upcoming year even though there was little need for anything; my budget was already substantial. I ended up buying new computers for the computer learning center, half of which, one month later, have been carved with graffiti by the appreciative students who obviously feel humbled and grateful to have a free education in America. (OUR TAX DOLLARS AT WORK)

I have had to intervene several times for young and substitute teachers whose classes consist of many illegal immigrant students here in the country less then 3 months who raised so much hell with the female teachers, calling them "putas" (whores) and throwing things that the teachers were in tears.

Free medical, free education, free food, day care etc., etc., etc. Is it any wonder they feel entitled to not only be in this country but to demand rights, privileges and entitlements?

To those who want to point out how much these illegal immigrants contribute to our society because they LIKE their gardener and housekeeper and they like to pay less for tomatoes: spend some time in the real world of illegal immigration and see the TRUE costs.

Higher insurance, medical facilities closing, higher medical costs, more crime, lower standards of education in our schools, overcrowding, new diseases etc., etc, etc. For me, I'll pay more for tomatoes.

We need to wake up. The guest worker program will be a disaster because we won't have the guts to enforce it.

Does anyone in their right mind really think they will voluntarily leave and return?

There are many hardworking Hispanic/American citizens that contribute to our country and many that I consider my true friends. We should encourage and accept those Hispanics who have done it the right and legal way.

It does, however, have everything to do with culture: A third-world culture that does not value education, that accepts children getting pregnant and dropping out of school by 15 and that refuses to assimilate, and an American culture that has become so weak and worried about "politically correct" that we don't have the will to do anything about it.

If this makes your blood boil, as it did mine, forward this to everyone you know.

CHEAP LABOR?

Isn't that what the whole immigration issue is about?

Business doesn't want to pay a decent wage

Consumers don't want expensive produce

Government will tell you Americans don't want the jobs

But the bottom line is cheap labor. The phrase "cheap labor" is a myth, a farce, and a lie. there is no such thing as "cheap labor."

Take, for example, an illegal alien with a wife and five children. He takes a job for $5.00 or $6.00/hour. At that wage, with six dependents, he pays no income tax, yet at the end of the year, if he files an Income Tax Return, he gets an "earned income credit" of up to $3,200 free.

He qualifies for Section 8 housing and subsidized rent

He qualifies for food stamps

He qualifies for free (no deductible, no co-pay) health care

His children get free breakfasts and lunches at school

He requires bilingual teachers and books

He qualifies for relief from high energy bills

If they are or become, aged, blind or disabled, they qualify for SSI. Once qualified for SSI they can qualify for Medicare. All of this is at taxpayer's expense.

He doesn't worry about car insurance, life insurance, or homeowners insurance.

Taxpayers provide Spanish language signs, bulletins and printed material.

He and his family receive the equivalent of $20.00 to $30.00/hour in benefits.

Working Americans are lucky to have $5.00 or $6.00/hour left after paying their bills and his.

The American taxpayer's also pay for increased crime, graffiti and trash clean-up.

Cheap labor? YEAH RIGHT! Wake up people!"

The Price is Right

My wife has been gone since last Wednesday April 4th to California. She has gone to be with friends, get a break for a while, and, perhaps most importantly in her mind, to attend The Price is Right. They attended the show last Thursday, and one of her friends won $10,000.

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I love technology, but not as much as you, you see

Our masters supervisor Joe Matthews asked us not to use laptops in class for two reasons:

1) They don’t help you with retention of the lesson material nearly as much as physically writing things down;

2) It places a physical and mental barrier between you and the others in the room.

Also, they’re expensive.

I am becoming overwhelmed with some aspects of technology. For example, emails. Good grief! I get about 10 a day on my home account, and anywhere from 10-20 a day on my work computer. The advertising/spam is a pest, and the forwards are often a waste of my time.

Not to mention the emails I get from people who could have called me. Come on, call me! Let’s talk. Let’s get back to real interaction. Let’s talk more with our mouths, less with our fingers. (However, I do love getting emails from people who live a long distance away.)

Now a blog on the other hand is a fine, fine use of technology. Here is an opportunity to say those things you want everyone to hear, without having to repeat yourself. Here is a chance for you to catch up on me, and for me to catch up on you, without having to email, and without having to use paper.

Back to emails. These things bug me in emails I frequently get:

(1) >>>>>>>>>>>>Forwards that have
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>about
>>>>>>>a gazillion of these moronic
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>arrows.

(2) Threats: “If you don’t forward this to at least 10 people something bad is going to happen, bla, bla, bla, BLA, BLA BLA!!!!!!!

or

“Now that you’ve read this, you need to forward it to someone you care about or you don’t really love God.”

(3) Petitions: “Add your name to the bottom of the list and forward it if you think abortion is bad bla bla bla.”

(4) Begging: “Billy in Ohio is suffering from leukemia. Send him some money at this address, bla bla bla.”

(5) Promises: “If you send this to 25 people Microsoft will send you a check for $10,000. My friend did this and it works! bla bla bla”

(6) Advice I didn’t look for: “50 household uses for Coca Cola” ot “How to survive a winter storm while camping”

(7) And finally, I’m fed up with acquaintances who forward me sexual or obscene or profane stuff one week and then the next some spiritual, Gospel-based story. It’s hypocritical.

Weights & Measurements in the Book of Mormon

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Warts and duct tape

My wart is going away. The duct tape is working. Yahoo! (I’m a believer.)

basketball

Basketball is spirit is life is energy is attitude is enthusiasm is rhythm is entertainment is flow is momentum is symbolic is fun is escape is feeling is mind is human nature is determination is flow is fluency is fundamentals is luck is earned is confidence is sharing is will is my anti-drug is believing is release is speed is setting it up is .... my favorite sport. Yowlsa!

Tidbits

Lots of little tidbits, things on my mind:

I got a nap today: beauteous. I feel so refreshed, regenerated. I wish I could wind down like this more often! (But it’s SO hard to relax when you’ve got so much on your plate, and people depending on you.)

New site I’ve found: Cumorah. It’s pro-LDS. Some worthwhile stuff there.

The Secret has got me thinking. But now that I know it, it won’t be a secret for long.

BH Roberts’ biography (by Truman Madsen). He went through so much, struggled, but kept striving for God. A human. A real man. Gives me hope that I can improve, despite struggles, frustrations, hardships, etc.

Recently I’ve viewed the word “temptation” in a similar light to “distraction.” They (temptations and distractions) pull you away from God. Like in the dream of Lehi, those who allow themselves to be distracted from God, whatever that distraction may be, fell away (1 Ne. 8:33-34). Memo to myself: stay focused on what’s truly important. Let them scorn.

And television is such a wasteland.


I’m at the midpoint of my life. It has gone so fast.


When two people disagree, it is often based on vocabulary. Sometimes they just understand the definitions of words differently. And if they could just understand each other’s vocabulary better they might see that there really is less conflict there than at first appeared.

Left vs. Right. I love the origins and meanings of words! Check this out, taken from Etymonline:
** Left: weak, foolish, lameness, paralysis, worthless, sinister
** Right: morally correct, just, good, fair, proper, fitting, straight

Ouch! This really makes those of us who are left-handed look REALLY BAD!

Fortunately I’m not completely either:
## Where I’m left-sided: writing, eating, brushing teeth
## Where I’m right-sided: basketball, baseball, football, using scissors, using a mouse, bowling

As you can see, I’m strung up all weird, like a tennis racquet whose strings are not in a perfect grid, but all over the place, some diagonal, some stopping in the middle, some going in a spiral, some zigzagging, some tied up in a knot, some skipping over, and some just plain dangling off.

Here’s another interesting word. You know the word prude? Prude comes from prudent: wisdom to see what is virtuous, what is suitable or profitable, foresight, sagacity, skilled, experienced. So, if someone calls you a prude, you should thank them! :)

We’ve had some wonderful, Spirit-guided experiences in our missionary work lately. It is renewing to speak with people who are hungry for Gospel truths, or who share your values. Missionary work is very rewarding. I love the Gospel truths.

I Hardly Watch Movies Any More

I hardly watch movies any more. Reasons:

1) I’m busy with my family and career.

2) I am more rewarded by blogging, coin collecting, exercising, etc. A Jazz game. A monumental bowl of ice cream. Whatevah.

3) I’m disillusioned and disappointed by their (movies’) vacuous lack of morals, hoepelessly predictable plots, reahashing of old songs for soundtracks, refilming old plots, cameras in the bedroom, absence of all God references (except in cursing), unimaginative locker-room humor, the negative yet imitable behavior and attitudes, and the trendiness of defying authority, laws, norms, and values.

Yeah, you can slam Barbie movies, or the classic Disney movies, claiming they’re cheesy and unrealistic, and I'm not denying that they're cheesy. I used to slam them too. But hey. I have no worries letting my kids watch those movies. All of the Barbie movies teach about respect, goodness, and appropriate relationships between men and women.

I am worried, however, by the recent (as in last 10 years or so of) animated movies. Many of them are blurring the line between innocent cartoons and adult flicks. I guess those movie makers want to appeal to both audiences. I’m getting more and more cautious, because some animated movies are in my opinion very inappropriate for children --- yet children want to see them. Some people may argue that it’s OK for kids to see them because they won’t understand the adult humor and innuendo anyway, but ... I just don’t see it making sense to expose kids to that sort of stuff in the first place. I also don’t want my kids to pick up on the sarcastic, ingrate, defiant attitude creeping into some supposedly “kid” movies.

Reminder to myself: when in doubt, check Screenit out....

Wise: Kawamura Speaks Out on Silence

I just like what this guy has to say.

From U.S. News:

Ditch the Tunes and Cherish a Moment of Silence

By Gary Kawamura
"Daily Evergreen" (Washington State U.)
02/22/2007

(U-WIRE) PULLMAN, Wash. - The increased use of iPods has been in the news a lot after Sen. Carl Krueger, D-N.Y., proposed a bill to ban the use of electronic devices while crossing many streets in New York. The notion that there would be limits on when you use your iPod may seem unbearable to some, but for me it touches on a much larger issue of why these devices have become so prominent.

People listen to their iPods to escape their mundane lives and to not have to walk in silence. The iPod phenomenon is a result of a fear of silence. It's not just silence - it's a fear of being alone. With our iPods, we can enter the worlds of N'Sync, Michael Jackson or Igor Stravinsky, and ignore the outside world. You probably think that this is a good thing - I disagree. I think the senator might be on to something. The fact that people have been killed by walking into traffic while listening to their iPods seems to illustrate the point that these devices are not only unnecessary, they can be harmful. The idea of uncomfortable silence best explains iPod use. We generally think of uncomfortable silence in terms of conversation, which has given rise to terms like "awkward pause." The logic seems to be that when two people are together they should be talking, and that there is something wrong with silence. When a conversation stops for a moment, the people involved look around uncomfortably. We frequently have a sense of anxiety about the need for conversation; this explains the frequent and meaningless banter about the weather. When parting, friends frequently use the phrase "talk to you later." This shows there is a certain amount of anxiety about the conversation ending, resulting in silence.

However, the outside world of loneliness and silence is not something to be afraid of. It should be embraced and enjoyed. This is humans' normal, natural state of being. Seeking to overcome loneliness and silence through music allows you to avoid the fact you are not comfortable with who you are. The walk to campus, or time spent waiting for class to begin, doesn't have to be boring and arduous. Instead, think about your day, what's happening around you and the color of the sky. Plugging in headphones and cranking up the music expresses a denial of the human experience, implying that it's not good enough, not exciting enough and isn't worth hearing and interacting with.

Of course, the most obvious reason for using an iPod is to listen to music. Another problem with the iPod is that it trivializes music, placing an emphasis on its power to distract and escape reality, rather than capture the beauty and emotion of it. It seems hard to imagine that there was a time when listening to music was a privilege and an event - something that was rare and exciting. I'm certainly not this strict with my listening habits, but the idea of listening to music wherever I go is excessive. I like to listen to music for pleasure and entertainment, not for background noise or distraction.

Just try it for a day. Leave your iPod at home and stay in the real world for a while. You will find that you never really needed it in the first place, and that it seems absurd to go through your day plugged in. When you get home, put on your favorite album. It will never have sounded better.

Copyright 2007 "Daily Evergreen" via CSTV U-Wire

Neil Diamond's 12 Songs --- again

Neil Diamond's awesome 12 Songs album has been rereleased in a new format. I'm sure it's awesome. I haven't bought it yet but I will. You should too.

Come on! Give the man a chance! Erase your preconceptions. The man's an artist!

Do you have a wart?

Over the past few months a wart has developed on my left middle finger. At first I thought it was some sort of clotted vein or something, so I dug at it with a straight pin in order to drain it. No worky. It only made it bleed. So I pulled a Google, and this is what I found:

From familydoctor.org:

Duct tape treatment-- Covering a wart with duct tape may also help because it irritates the wart and the skin around it, causing the body to attack it. Cover the wart with duct tape for up to a week. Then remove the tape, soak the wart in water and rub it gently with an emery board or a pumice stone. Leave the tape off overnight, then repeat treatment until the wart goes away. If this is not successful after 2 months, see your doctor to try another approach.

It has definitely helped. You might try it too.

From Teacher to Administrator

I haven’t been around for a while, because I’ve been up to my gills in so much stuff.

Spirit Week - West Jordan Middle has one every year, and this year I was assigned as its chairman. Activities that I had to coordinate included: a women’s basketball game against the 9th grade girls team; a men’s game against the boys; two movies; dress-up themes and trivia for each day; daily announcements about activities; and an “Anything Goes” assembly. I had to coordinate all these events, including set up, take down, purchase orders, supplies, sound system, video equipment, stage crew, and on and on and on. A nightmare in juggling and delegation.

Bathroom renovation - Karin had had it with our bathroom, so last week we gutted much of it. New wallpaper, new sink and faucet, new paints, paneling, bla bla bla

To my weeping chagrin, I found out last week that I did not get the sabbatical leave I applied for. This would have given me 3/4 salary and full insurance benefits during my administrative program at BYU. Instead, I received merely an “educational leave,” which basically means that I have a job waiting for me after this year. Yippee. In the meantime, my wife and I have to make it through the 07-08 year with no salary, and figure out where we’re going to get insurance.

What really bugs me about all this is the way Jordan School District has handled it. When I applied for the leave last month, I was told to fill out the form and submit it; however, after finding out that I was rejected, I came to find out that the board paid special attention to one paragraph of the application, namely, the principal’s recommendation (literally only 4 lines of the entire application -- enough to write about three sentences on the applicant). Nice to know about this after the fact! Not knowing about this, my principal wrote a cursory, standard recommendation for me --- nothing out the ordinary. Needless to say it didn’t help.

When I found out that I was rejected, I wept off and on for a day. I lost sleep. It took me several days to come to terms with what had happened. I was angry at the district, angry at the system, wondering why I had ever gone into education, and angry at all of the politicking. I have since come to view this rejection as a blessing in disguise. Had I received the sabbatical, I would have been contractually obligated to Jordan School District for another two years after my schooling --- and Karin and I want to explore other options. The educational leave, on the other hand, has no contractual obligations. They simply guarantee me a spot when/if I return. It leaves us wide open to any school district.

Another thing that bugs me is that the district didn’t tell me personally that I was rejected. Instead, I found out at lunch when a colleague came up to me and told me that she had read about it in a district-wide email. That really hurt too.

While I’m talking about Jordan School District, may I just say that I am profoundly discouraged by their impersonal and indifferent treatment to us employees over the years that I’ve been with them. I’ve given them everything I have and am. During this last year they removed our retirement benefits. They also raised our insurance payments to about triple what they were last year. As one colleague put it, “You can be a teacher with one year of experience, or 35 years of experience --- it doesn’t matter to them. You’re just a number.”

The message is clear, and extends throughout the whole state. Education is not (and may never be) truly a priority in Utah. And why should it be? Test scores continue to be high, despite the fact that we spend the least per pupil of the 50 states. (If it ain’t broke don’t fix it, right?) By outward appearances, the educational system in Utah might not appear to be broken, but many of us teachers definitely are --- and not just financially. Especially at the middle school level, I feel like a once-damp washcloth that’s been rung dry. You can barely squeeze anything more out of me. Utah’s scores are great because of great families, and not necessarily the teachers. (You try giving a meaningful, effective lesson to 35 kids when there’s just one of you --- it’s virtually impossible. Teaching in Utah is more of an assembly line because of the number of students.)

While I have loved teaching, and been very successful at it, I am ready for a change in my career. Twelve years of teaching 8th grade English has taken its toll on me. And you can’t believe how incredibly complex and overwhelming teaching is on a daily basis unless you experience it personally. It’s a million miles a minute all day long. It’s a barrage of questions, many infinitely repeated and/or stupid. It’s breaking your back just to dog paddle above the surface. It’s brash rudeness, profanity, and defiance in your face. It’s being told how boring you and your lessons are. It’s constant interruptions. It’s a tightrope in the public eye (and some students stand at the bottom, laughing while they shake your poles), where any wrong move brings down a harsh and quick hammer of criticism from both parent and administrator. It’s getting blamed for society’s problems. It’s going to work before sunlight and going home after sundown. It’s mood swings and hormonal imbalances (and not just in the students). It’s gossip mongers and scandals. It’s a Christmas bonus in the form of a $15 gift certificate to Barnes and Noble. It’s hall duty. It’s endless committees. It’s so many duties, responsibilities, and bookkeeping that I can now see why many teachers’ desks look pretty much like they’re maintained by an active leaf blower. It’s coming home from my job so mentally fatigued every day that I can hardly see straight and my eyes beg to shut, and my wife thinks I’m deaf when I simply can’t concentrate after the work day.

On the other hand, I will dearly, desperately, tearfully miss my career. I have poured my whole heart, mind and soul into teaching during my career, and I have progressed incredibly as a teacher, man, husband, and father. It has been an incredible roller coaster. I feel that I’ve lived 12 lives in my 12 years of teaching. It’s relationships that will last a lifetime and make me weep just thinking on it. It’s unexpected letters and thank-you notes from students you least suspected, telling you that you were the only person who cared or the one who changed their life for the better. It’s sweet memories of having a student tell you that they finally understand. It’s laughter, spontaneity, and the lively personalities of budding teenage life. It's the stark poignancy and honesty of some students, and insightful, wise comments that defy their years. It’s autonomy in your job. It’s unexpectedly discovering a shy student who can write like Poe or Hemingway. It’s the joy of learning, and of being taught. It’s humor and love and funny faces. It’s definitely variety. It’s intercepting love notes. It’s a plethora of high fives in the hall. It’s smiles. It’s growth. It’s fun. It’s the drug of being admired. It’s the empowerment of leadership. It’s being guided by God.

Now that I’m accepted into the administrative program, our new battle is to figure out how to afford it. For the next year we will be salary-less. I will now be dedicating pretty much any spare moment to filling out financial aid applications and exploring our options.

Life is so busy, but I love what is happening. Our future is uncertain but very promising, and I am full of hope --- and dependence on God.

You (not me)

You you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you .... not me.

You you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you you .... not me.

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(not me)

On My Mind > > > > > > > >

70's music - reminiscing - not enough poetry - too much dumb computer surfing - life was less complicated before I became absorbed in emailing, the Internet in general (and perhaps this blog) - friends - a Jazz game - a healing meniscus - three bishop brothers - a friend to be baptized - the Holy Scriptures - patience - a baby crying in the night, I'm so dazed with sleep numbness - friends in Vegas, Orem, California, and Portugal - Disneyland - gunning for consistency - gunning for honesty - wanting not to be ashamed - the marvels of lds.org - my happy sister - my wife - one daughter's desperate need for attention, and sleep - Heavenly Father's interventions - the BYU LPP program, how I'll afford it (sabbatical leave, heaven willing), how I'll manage the time requirements and how it'll affect my marriage and family - how Heavenly Father blesses me when I strive - the evilness of being a busy body - Satan's distractions - the addiction to music and its spiritual qualities - the spirituality of emotions - understanding the complex geographic intertwining plots in Mosiah - the need to strive without running faster than my strength (where is balance?) - the crucial need to try, to believe, to act - the power of passion in my endeavors - the mixed feelings about leaving teaching - the exhilarating joy in physical motion - the need to write - the need to wind down each night - ice cream - Paul Simon's African and South American imagery - beautiful commemorative coins - the joy of sharing and serving - wanting a minivan - wheat and other grains - teaching Gospel Principles - the despondency of waywardness and darkness - testimony - General Conference - ever-increasing permissiveness in our media .... the desire to blog!

95 --- I lie not.

Back on Monday, January 22nd, while I was calculating grades for the end of second quarter, I decided to take a break by hobbling down to our school's gym to shoot around by myself. I cannot run or jump due to my knee injury, so I resorted to shooting only free throws. With my very tender, weak, and pretty useless left knee, I placed most of my weight on my right leg. After shooting a few very successfully, I decided to keep track.

I made 19 of my first 20.

I made 47 of my first 50.

I finished making 95 out of 100.

I lie not.

It was the best I have ever shot in the 25+ years that I have enjoyed playing basketball. I think that I was so successful because of the way I had to balance, but my teaching friend Mark thinks it was because I was wounded and thus forced to concentrate more.

Who knows? Who cares! It was awesome, totally awesome for me.