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14 New Year’s Resolutions from a 5-year-old

By on Jan 4, 2013 in Productivity | 0 comments

My five-year-old son sat down yesterday and created 14 goals for the New Year. Some are innocent, some are inspired by the moment and some … shoot for the moon.

Road Beats: “California”

By on May 15, 2012 in Music | 0 comments

California, the ideal. California, the land of milk and honey and escaping the hell of urbanized middle America and everything becoming right. Sunshine and ocean and the green grass underfoot. Delta Spirit’s “California” treads this same ground, except the escape is a dream for another, for the woman the narrator loves and abuses and drags down. For the woman who fears escape for more than a moment. “I want you to move to California for yourself I want you to find whatever your heart needs I want you to move to California for yourself But not for me.” The words are a heartbreaking farewell, backed by a steady rhythm and swirling guitars — perfect for an open two-lane in the middle of nowhere, when the only destination is somewhere...

Rain On The Scarecrow

By on Sep 5, 2009 in Food & Drink | 2 comments

An evangelical farmer on the challenges of being an evangelical farmer.

Exubria Recast

By on Aug 13, 2009 in Philosophical | 2 comments

Big house. Vinyl siding. Manicured lawn.  Two-car garage, maybe three.  Backyards to hide from neighbors.  Faux brick front. Pavement for miles.  Parking lots.  Stores with acreage of stuff.  Stuff to eat, stuff to build, stuff to consume, stuff to waste. Work in the city.  Drive on the interstate.  Eat in the chain.  Home.  Rinse. Repeat. Suburbia spreads like bindweed, one interconnected, land-swallowing swath of humanity.  Beige blooms in the brown desert while its denizens stare at high-definition television shows about life in paradise. They bought their homes to live the American Dream, and spend the rest of their lives dreaming of escape. Escape they will, fleeing to the latest and newest refuge. Maybe it’s the “green” subdivision with colorful houses, maybe it’s the high-rise condominiums with restaurants on the ground floor and a freeway entrance within...

Full tank

By on Jul 30, 2009 in Philosophical | 0 comments

In a very short time, I will be shifting my life almost 180 degrees.  I will be moving from the conservative, Mormon-owned and increasingly Mormon-focused Deseret News to the liberal, independent and locally-owned City Weekly.  I will go from supervising a team of five reporters who average about 20 years of experience to supervising a similar sized group of reporters who likely do not have a combined 20 years of experience.  I will be leaving a paper owned by the corporation who is handcuffing kissing gay men on their property, and joining the paper where one of those kissing gay men work. About the only thing not changing drastically is the location: downtown Salt Lake. The offices are within two blocks of each other, I will frequent the same coffee houses, the same sandwich shops, the same bars.  I will still ride my bike to work most days. It’s interesting how this new job...