Friday, March 28, 2008

K'iche' play

The play was entitled "the Death of Seven Macaw". When I read the Popol Wuj version of the story, it seemed more to me that he just lost all his coolness, and therefore had nothing to make him noteworthy. He does die, though, so it must have just been the translation I read that confused me.

I have pictures on Facebook. I think you should be able to view them even without an account, but if you have a problem, let me know.

View the program for "All the College is a Stage"

Updates I realise I never provided

A) I am single. Classic Red and I broke up in January. Her choice.

B) I am an existentialist. This also involves weak atheism.

C) I am trying not to hate God anymore. If He doesn't exist, there isn't much to hate anyway, is there? Also, I have a feeling that when I leave BYU and feel somewhat liberated from Big Brother, I may realise that the Church itself wasn't all that bad. I may even decide the same about God.

D) I am probably taking way too much lithium. I can't see how anything else could be knocking me out like this.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Too lazy

There are so many important things I should be doing with my time. Why am I here, writing a blog post?

Too lazy.

Now, I feel great pride for the simplicity of life that is mine right now. I love the fact that I can sleep 10 of the 14 daylight hours with minimal damage to my agenda, but that doesn't mean it ends up being much fun. I mean, the first 8 hours of anything can be okay, depending on what it is and who's on your team. But after 13 hours of being unconscious, you want to spend some quality time building enough memories to keep you believing that it really is possibly Tuesday already.

Classes are going great. I'm feeling good about grades, and pretty okay decent maybe not so much about language fluency. I tell you what though, there's nothing like taking K'iche' and ASL at once to get you translating everything that walks by into ideas, rather than words. I hear that's harder than it sounds - that many people don't really believe that it's possible for most people to think in complete thoughts without introducing a syntax and sound system to the brew. Maybe they're right, but I feel that, at certain times of clear thought, I can manage it.

There's a couple being ridiculously cute just in my peripheral vision. She looks a bit like Broom Curls. He looks nothing like Existential Linguist. As expected, they've raised my blood pressure a tad.

And I'm officially watching my weight. Yes, the referees of my health are sprinting to my navel as we speak. The goalkeepers of my marrow are beelining it for my bones.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Two months later

Not much of a post, but here it comes.

In the new section of the library, from the first floor to the second is 15 feet. From the second to the third is 17.5 feet. The scale model that is located on the first floor has the school floating about on a level with my belt (measurement pending). The scale is 1":40'. From the first floor to the third floor totals in 32.5 feet, or 390 inches. 390 inches on the scale equals 15,600 feet. The distance from the first floor to the surface of the model is about 3.5 feet, and the distance from the third floor to my eye level is about 5.5 feet. That means an extra 2 feet for the total height from my eye to the model. 2 feet equals 960 feet on the scale. Therefore, when I look down at the model, the model looks as it would if I were 16,560 feet above the campus, which is a moderately high (but common enough) altitude for skydiving.