Showing posts with label series. Show all posts
Showing posts with label series. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Of Good Report, 7 | The Good News


I though that I might talk about my Mac… or my iPhone — great (amazing!) tools I use day in and out. I thought I might talk about the Farmers Market, which I attend faithfully every Saturday morning. And I thought about mentioning Enterprise car rentals, whose presence in my neighborhood allows me to forgo car ownership… I thought of all these things, but none of them seemed a proper ending to this series.

No, in all honesty, only one thing really and truly warrants mentioning: the gospel of Jesus Christ. It fills me with hope, it gives me direction… and on the rare occasion when I think I can't take another day, the gospel reminds me that I can — that life is good and that I am loved.

Life is amazing, and it's too easy to dwell on the potholes when what we really need to be focusing on is the view. Thank you for staying with me through the series!

This post is part of a week-long series focusing on the good and praiseworthy in my life… please consider reading all seven: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Of Good Report, 6 | Music

I've loved music from a very early age… mom even says that I danced before I walked. So it's no surprise that with school came jazz choir and stints in a couple musicals and that church brought Sunday morning choir practice… nor that I was the first in my school to listen to this or that group, or that much of my allowance went into vinyl. Music touches my mind and heart in a way that nothing else can.

Today, my iTunes library comprises nearly 6000 songs (all legal), and it continues to grow as I come across new artists. Below, I've selected a few artists / albums that I think are particularly interesting / talented / obscure…

Wikipedia Article | Album on iTunes

Andrew Bird | The Swimming Hour


Beirut | Gulag Orkestar


The Boy Least Likely To | The Best Party Ever


Dodos | Visiter


Hairspray | Soundtrack


The Innocence Mission | We Walked in Song


The Jayhawks | Rainy Day Music (Album Not on iTunes)


Kings of Convenience | Riot on an Empty Street


Koop | Koop Islands


Lhasa | La Llorona (Album Not on iTunes)


M. Ward | Transistor Radio


The Magnolia Electric Co | Trials & Errors


The Mollies (MySpace) | My Sentiments Have Just Begun
Local Salt Lake Band


Ray Lamontagne | 'Til the Sun Turns Black


Squirrel Nut Zippers | Hot!


They Might Be Giants | No!
One of my favorite albums for children, evah!


Vampire Weekend | Vampire Weekend (Here's a fun video.)
Heads-up: Light smattering of f-bombs.


Ojos de Brujo | Techari


Okkervil River | Black Sheep Boy


Ollabelle | Ollabelle


Once | Soundtrack


Over the Rhine | Snow Angels
Perhaps the best original Christmas music since the 50s.


Pink Martini | Sympathique


Pizzicato Five | Music Is Organized by Sound
Japanese Hipster Music


I hope you find something wonderful among these two dozen artists — something that inspires or delights you. Please let me know if you do.

And that's today's good report: music I love.

This post is part of a week-long series focusing on the good and praiseworthy in my life… please consider reading all seven: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Of Good Report, 5 | Flowers


Flowers. I meant to run over to Roots today, but got distracted. I'll have to stop in tomorrow, after Farmers Market.

I've always had a soft spot in my heart for flowers… my childhood home had flower beds galore, and my (extremely) sensitive nose continues to find respite in their heady, organic scents. So I take the time to have cut flowers in my home. When I'm on a roll, I'll have fresh arrangements every other week (less frequently when I can pull long-lasting blooms from a wilting arrangement and repurpose them)… when I'm off my game, it's every other month. And it's worth the effort. The small bundles of beauty moderate my moods and bring sparkle to my home life… well worth the "pizza money" I'm foregoing.

I guess it's a matter of priorities. I spend money on things that are important to me: flowers, a maid, long-lasting shoes, books, my friends, and philanthropy. And I'm unapologetic. I've heard it said that one of the best tools for teaching our children what they should value is by our example in the management of our discretionary funds. If I had children, I'd be proud to let have them walk with me across the park to the little brick flower shop… they'd get a handful of Skittles from the candy jar on the counter while we waited for Rachel or one of her gals to work a little magic. Then we'd bounce back across the street with a fresh arrangement for our home.

* sigh *

Yeah… I'm definitely getting some flowers tomorrow.

Flowers are definitely something of good report.

This post is part of a week-long series focusing on the good and praiseworthy in my life… please consider reading all seven: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Of Good Report, 4 | Downtown Living



I love living downtown. I love that my grocer, my baker, my florist, the fish monger, and the guys at the deli all know my name. That they notice when I've been away. I've said it before: living downtown in more like living in a small town than living in the wastelands of suburbia ever could be. And it's not just my neighbors that I love … I love my home (photos). All 576 square feet of it. It's mine — every inch. Sure, it would easily fit in many of y'alls living rooms. But it's all the space I need. I won't lie: I've thought about buying the unit next door, and combining the two (1100 square feet! woot!) … but the thought seldom lasts. What would I do with all that space? No… I think I'll keep it right where it is.

Living small is where it's at. It forces you to edit … to focus on what delivers, on what's worth the effort — the room! It fosters creativity. Necessity being the mother of invention, and all.

Anyway, that's today's good report: living small is where it's at!

This post is part of a week-long series focusing on the good and praiseworthy in my life… please consider reading all seven: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

Of Good Report, 3 | Friends

Today was a good day — a really good day, actually — as it was punctuated by two friendly outtings. At lunch, a bunch of us from work got together at Takashi to celebrate the birthday of one our team members, Doug. Doug is a good friend… and he and his wife (and their dog) are a cherished part of my life. Then, this evening, Apcar (who's "baching it" tonight while his wife pulls an all-nighter at the hospital) and I drove around town, checking out a couple stores featured in Salt Lake magazine's "Best of the Beehive" (NPS Store? … AMAZING!!!). After which, he and I headed over to my new favorite eating establishment south of the border (Salt Lake's border with I-80, to be specific).

It was the perfect cap to a nearly perfect day… and I owe it all to the friends I've made with people who have fallen into my life like pennies from heaven. My life is richer and more meaningful (not to mention more fun!) with people in my life who love and suffer me.

It would appear, at least for now, that I am not (contrary to recent news stories) insufferable.

And that's today's good report.

This post is part of a week-long series focusing on the good and praiseworthy in my life… please consider reading all seven: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Of Good Report, 2 | Lone Star Taqueria

Preparing a meal is a magical act… and this is because food is a perfect conductor of both love and neglect. That is why it's such a delight to find a restaurant that conveys love and not neglect. Lone Star Taqueria is one such place…



I discovered the taqueria via the ever-useful, always charming blog Your Heart Out, who mentioned the shop this afternoon — just as I was leaving the office, and most susceptible to talk of food. So it's no surprise that I soon found myself in Fort Union (of all places!), on the hunt for a fresh food find.

You can do it, to, of course… they're easy to find:

Lone Star Taqueria
2265 Fort Union Blvd.
Cottonwood Heights, Utah
(801) 944-2300

The food is delightful… flavorful without being bald, subtle without being bland. The service is quick and chipper. The menu has English translations. And the ambiance is 100% authentic fun — not to be confused with places where the minions wear "flair".

And there you go: today's good report.

Psst… check out my photos from my maiden voyage!

This post is part of a week-long series focusing on the good and praiseworthy in my life… please consider reading all seven: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Of Good Report, 1 | Fablehaven



So when CJane posted a series of posts highlighting the good and praiseworthy in her life (starting here), I was inspired to christen it a meme — and to join in the fun. Based loosely on the 13th article of our faith, her posts encouraged us all to dwell — even for only a short while — on the beautiful. So I decided to follow suit…

Tonight, I'd like to post about the Fablehaven books for young adults. It's not world peace or a cure for cancer… but good stories — especially good stories for children — can inspire the next generation. And I've found the Fablehaven books to be remarkable.

I had seen the books a few times, but their covers (a little too… much) didn't really invite a closer look. And then, out of the blue, I connected with a friend from college… Brandon Mull. "So, Brandon", I asked: "what's going on in your life?" … "Oh, I'm writing! Like I've always wanted" … "Writing? Does that treat you well?" … "Well, I've got a couple of books that have been on the New York Times Bestseller list".

And that's when I decided to read Fablehaven.

I was a little apprehensive, really… what if I didn't like them? What would I say to Brandon? But, as luck would have it, I needn't have worried. The stories are engaging; the prose is tight, well-edited, and doesn't shy away from the occasional 25¢ word; the characters are multi-dimensional; and there are consequenses to poor decisions… not to put too fine a point on it, they are solid contenders for Harry Potter's crown. Solid.

So that, my friends, is today's good report.

This post is part of a week-long series focusing on the good and praiseworthy in my life… please consider reading all seven: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

Sunday, May 06, 2007

Charing Cross Road & The History Boys | Part V of Driving to London




So after a trying and equally delightful first day back in England, I was ready for a solid night's sleep… which is exactly what I got. So I got up bright and early, and lazed about the flat for an hour or so — eating breakfast, catching some of the odder moments of English television programming, and showering — before hitting the streets of London.

The plan for the day?

A cruise up and down Charing Cross Road and where ever else my feet my take me. The road divides the Covent Garden area to the east and SoHo to the West neatly, and snakes through the theater district and Chinatown… and it's famous for it's myriad bookshops. The last being my main attraction to the road, and the thing which first brought me here many years ago during my first visit to London.

So with a little breakfast in my gut, I headed-out. The day was cool and bright — perfect for a walk — and the stones were damp and clean from an evening's rain. I wandered back up to where Mihaela and I had walked the evening before and snapped some photos, then followed a number of small alleys over to Leicester Station. It was early, and everything was shuttered, and only a few shop keeps were out getting their displays ready for the day's business. So I did a lot of window shopping (my favorite kind!), and walked and re-walked most of the paths that criss-cross the neighborhood.

I noticed, early-on, that The History Boys was showing in the neighborhood, and decided to grab a ticket when the box office opened at eleven. In the mean time, I wandered… going into book and curio shops as they opened one-by-one, finally returning to the theater at 11 and snagging a ticket for the night's show.

From the theater, I walked a few steps down to St Martin's Spice and had a delightful lunch of curries and papadams… and then my walk up Charing Cross began in earnest, and I visited every book seller that caught my interest. Somewhere along the way, I called Mihaela, and we met-up at her school office, and spent a little while together before I headed to the theater.

The show was heart-breaking, thought-provoking, and amazing… and I purchased a theater edition of the book and headed out around the back of the theater to take one of the alleys back to the flat. It was a fortuitous choice, and I saw the cast exiting the backstage door. But I was too shy to ask for any autographs, as I didn't have a pen. I vowed to return.

The evening ended with dinner in the flat, and a little television while I wound-down from the day's excitement.

Next Stop: A Dinner Party!
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Photos from this leg of the trip can be found at my flickr account... starting with this photo I took of a mail truck.

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Around the Flat | Part IV of Driving to London


The original plan had been for me to land at Heathrow at 6am, speed through customs, then hope the Tube to attend church at the Hyde Park chapel... but landing an hour late and then spending two hours in a line at customs kinna shot that plan in the foot. So I headed straight to the flat in Covent Garden, instead.

I love London — I'd say I love England, but I've only ever seen London, so I don't want to jump ahead of myself — but I must say that their building habits are a little, um, odd... things like having the light switches to rooms outside of the room, or having the door knob in the center of the door (which makes leveraging the door closed or open really really awkward). Anyway, I was reminded, upon my arrival at the flat, just how odd things were to my American sensibilities.

But it's okay... I eventually figured out how to enter the building, unlock the flat door, and turn on the light to the bathroom. Eventually.

Once inside, I debated with myself whether I should power through the day until bed time (a really good plan to defeat jet lag quickly), or take a short nap... I opted for the nap. My feet hurt, I was a little smelly from the trip... so a nap was in order. About an hour later, I got up and rang Mihaela, and we made plans to meet-up a little later. So I had a bite to eat, got familiar with the computer, internet, and television set-up, then headed around the block to the Covent Garden market to get my bearings.

I had been here a number of times in the past, so I was eager to reacquaint myself with its nooks and crannies. I had a blast... and when Mihaela joined me, I showed her all around. She joked that she should be showing me around, since this was her home... but I can't help myself. I'm a born tour guide.

We spent the next few hours wandering the streets, and I did my best to not buy stuff (it was, after all, Sunday) — but I did take note of where the Tin Tin shop was for later perusal. At the end of the day, she and I headed back around the corner to the little pasta shop across the street from my flat for dinner.

It was the perfect first day in London (thanks Mihaela!).

Next Stop: Charing Cross Road!
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Photos from this leg of the trip can be found at my flickr account... starting with this photo I took from the flat's livingroom window.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Los Angeles > London | Part III of Driving to London

I awoke early Saturday morning to shower and gather my things together. The concierge had hired a car for me, and it was to arrive at 6:30am. Too early for breakfast — too early for much of anything — but the drive was pleasant and fast. My driver and I chatted along the way, which made the trip all the more of both.

A quick check-in (I never have more luggage than a single carry-on), and I was boarding... and from there, I can't much remember what happened when — or on which leg of the journey. Of the trip East, I remember a delay in Chicago due to a storm in New York that kept me from making it to church in London. I also remember Felecia joining us in Chicago — an engaging, lively, and beautiful woman on her way (via a short holiday in London) to South Africa to complete a Fullbright Scholarship... and I remember spending two hours (TWO HOURS!) in customs upon arriving at Heathrow.

But the rest, well, I can't recall exactly.

Some time during my trip — Los Angeles to London, or the other way around — I saw Little Miss Sunshine, which was a delight that brought me to tears and to laughter a few times — and whose soundtrack I've since purchased and listened to many times. I saw The World's Fastest Indian, which was wonderful and which reminded me of home and friends who had been extras in it (part of it was shot in Utah). I saw Marie Antoinette... which would have been twice as good had it been just a little bit shorter. I saw pieces of Man of the Year, and agreed with the assessment of one reviewer who said it was Wag the Dog minus the insightful political commentary. And I saw Running with Scissors, which somehow held my full attention despite being filled with unlovable characters and suffering from a pace which could only be described as glacial. It did, however, sport a wonderful sound track — which I also purchased upon my return home.

And that's it: a fog of memories at 36,000 feet, interrupted by bags of peanuts, orange juice, and two perfectly horrendous in-flight "meals". The strange thing in all of this, is that I love to fly... and loved my flights… I just can't recall why.

Next Stop: The Flat!

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Vegas > Los Angeles | Part II of Driving to London



I woke-up Friday morning and dawdled at my sister's place for an hour or so — breakfast, a couple of games of sudoku, and then a shower — before hitting the road.

It was early, and the roads were pretty clear, heading out of town. Down to Primm, then up and over the mountains to Baker. It's a lovely drive with good roads, little traffic, and expansive views of the desert. I called a few friends to make-up for the radio that had been stolen when my car was broken into a while back… and I helped a business partner with some tech question or other.

A quick stop in Baker for a little breakfast, and then a quick stop in Victorville for gas and a car wash before descending down into Los Angeles. I was in Pasadena before I knew it — just 3.5 hours from Vegas. Another hour to cross town, and I was at the hotel.

It's strange for me to be in a hotel of any particular quality, as I've always preferred to stay in smaller one-off establishments and bed-and-breakfasts. I'm just sleeping there, so I can never justify paying for prestige or pampering. In Boston, I stay at the College Club. In DC, I stay at the Tabbard Inn. In NYC, I've stayed at the Y. Each place just a bed, a shower, and a friendly face at the front desk. I like it that way. But this place had a concierge, and complimentary drinks (I got orange juice) upon arriving.

Eh. I think I'll stick to small.

The big reason for flying out from Los Angeles instead of Salt Lake, was the wedding of an old friend and roommate… I couldn't make his wedding because it would have meant leaving for London way too late, but I could make it for his bachelor party. So I did.

It was great... he, and I, and five or six of his closest friends all descended on Medieval Times for an evening of Campbell's soup, chicken, knights, horses, and lots and lots of laughter. Even with the cost of entry set at the astonishingly high $50 per person, the evening was a complete success… and I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

We're all Mormons, so the evening ended at a respectable hour, and I was dropped at the hotel with hugs and promises of seeing each other again, soon.

Next stop: The Airport!

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Photos from this leg of the trip can be found at my flickr account... starting with this photo I took of three of us at Medieval Times.

Monday, March 05, 2007

Salt Lake City > Vegas | Part I of Driving to London



My trip actually started the week before Valentine's Day, when I took the beast (my 1994 Saturn SC2) in to get a new water pump. I had had a coolant leak in it for a little over a year, but hadn't found a mechanic I trusted. When I finally found the great guys down at Airview Texaco (1700 South, 1100 East — and they're full-service!), I was just too busy to leave the car for a day... but this trip was important, and I didn't want a failing water pump to keep me from seeing my sister, wishing my old roommate well on the eve of his wedding, or catching my plane. So I took her in... and a few hours later, she had a new water pump and coolant reservoir — and I had the confidence I needed to drive to London.

Instead of going out on the town, like I did last year, for Valentine's Day, I stayed home and packed... Then on Thursday morning, I hit the road.

My plan was to stop-in at BYU and have Reid — my barber — cut my hair for the trip. Then a breakfast date. But the breakfast date fell-through, so I stopped-in at the BYU Museum of Art to check-out their Beholding Salvation exhibit. Very very nice... and I was happily snapping photos of my favorite works until I was informed that photography wasn't allowed — though no sign said as much — by a surly she-guard.

* mumbles about the excesses of copyright *

But the exhibit was nice enough to inspire a visit to the museum store, where they had a lovely book for sale — with most, though (infuriatingly) not all the pieces featured. I also grabbed one for my sister.

After that, I hit the road in earnest and arrived in Henderson (Nevada) at 4pm. Right on time. It was good to see my sister and two of her three children. And after I passed-out some gifts that had been accumulating — including a hoodie for Chael from War Regime — my sister and I headed-out for dinner at Kona Grill. Tasty food... neat ambiance... smelled weird in the back. But a wonderful evening when all was said and done.

Next Stop: Los Angeles!
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Photos from this leg of the trip can be found at my flickr account... starting with this photo I took at the museum.

Friday, March 02, 2007

500, 300, 200+

I took 500 or so photos on my trip, and upon returning, I whittled them down to 300. Now, I'm going though them all, throwing-out anything off and cleaning-up the remaining. Then, about once a day every few days ( so as to not overwhelm my dear readers ), I'm uploading about a day's worth of photos.
  • FEB 15: Salt Lake City > Vegas, starts here.
  • FEB 16: Vegas > Los Angeles, starts here.
  • FEB 17: Los Angeles > London, no photos.
  • FEB 18: Around the Flat, starts here.
  • FEB 19: Charing Cross Road & The History Boys, starts here.
  • FEB 20: The Dinner Party, starts here.
  • FEB 21: NLA, Notting Hill, & Wicked, starts here.
  • FEB 22: SoHo, Jermyn, Marlybone High Street, starts here.
  • FEB 23: Last Morning in London starts here.
  • FEB 23: London > Los Angeles, no photos.
  • FEB 24: Los Angeles > Salt Lake City, starts here.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Back from London

So, I've just returned from a short vacation across the pond in London. It was a wonderful (WONDERFUL!) trip... and I can't thank my bud Gareth enough for hosting me nor Mihaela enough for taking time off here-and-there to play.

The trip, strangely enough, began by driving to Los Angeles — with a stop-over in Las Vegas to see my sister and her family — to wish an old roommate well on the eve of his wedding. I then took-off from LAX for a flight to London with a stop-over in Chicago. I had hoped to attend church with Mihaela Sunday morning, but snow delays in Chicago and two hours spent in London customs (good GRIEF) nipped that in the bud. Instead, I went straight for Gareth's and a short nap. After that, I walked the city a bit and then met-up with Mihaela to show her around a bit (this wasn't my first time to London, and she hooted that she should be showing her around... but she enjoyed getting the night off from playing tour guide). The plane ride wasn't all bad, of course... I met a delightful woman named Felicia, on her way to London with a pal before heading to South Africa on Fullbright.


MONDAY

I woke well-rested and set-out to see some more of the city. I focused on the book sellers of Charing Cross Road, and picked-up tickets to see the London production of History Boys, that night. Lunched at a wonderful little tandoori restaurant called Saint Martin's Spice, then headed over to the London Business School to see Mihaela before returning to Covent Garden for the play.


TUESDAY

Slept like a baby again, and woke to Gareth fumbling with his keys as he returned from his week-end out-of-town. I had accidentally locked him out. I was installed comfortably in his bed, so he crashed on the couch for an spell before he headed in to the office (OUCH!). After my morning routine, I set-out to do a little food shopping for a dinner party Gareth and I were hosting that night...

The whole day was a lot of fun — shopping, cooking, and chatting the night away.


WEDNESDAY

Wednesday morning, I took it slowly — I hate to rush while on holiday — and didn't get out of the flat until after one. From there, I hoofed it up to the New London Architecture... and shot plenty of photos on my stroll. After drooling over all the amazing maps and maquettes, I hopped the tube back over to Baker Street to catch-up with Mihaela. We chatted, then took the tube out to Notting Hill, where Manu (her amazing boyfriend) joined us for a walk up to this amazing little book store that specializes in food literature and cookbooks. I'd found it on my last trip to London, and was determined to return.

From there we headed down to Victoria Station and the Apollo Victoria to see Wicked. I flirted with Adam, one of the theater workers while they ran-off to find some pizza for Manu (no complaints), and then we settled-in for a delightful evening of song, dance, and deciphering.


THURSDAY

My last day in London wasn't as sunny as the rest of my trip... but no bother. I packed in the morning, then walked over to St Jermyn to do some clothes shopping, and then up to the Marlybone high street to window-shop a spell. Gareth met me there for dinner at Fish Works — and he treated, which was especially nice.


FRIDAY

Breakfast at Paul with Gareth, then a tube ride to Heathrow and my 11am direct flight to LAX. The plane ride was nice... no new friends made, but I did catch edited versions of Running with Scissors and Little Miss Sunshine. So no complaints... landed in LAX and spent 15 minutes in customs (way to GO!)... and then six HOURS snarled in LA traffic. Ugh. I had hoped to sleep at my sister's in Las Vegas, but I was full-on hallucinating in Victorville, so I got a hotel.


SATURDAY

Got into Las Vegas at 9am and spent the morning with my sister, my niece, a nephew, and one of his best friends. Sissy treated us all to lunch at PF Chang (I had never been before) before I hit the road one last time... and I finally collapsed in my very own bed last night at 10 pm.

That's not all I have to say, of course, but that's enough for now... pictures and more stories to follow!

:)


PS... Now that I'm back, I can let it out of the box that the poem The Frail Light of Light is a short homage (no pun intended) to the men of London... which means I've changed the word "subway" to "tube".

Monday, February 12, 2007

Baying at the New Moon

So I was just notified by one of my kind readers, that the links to the series of posts I wrote over at Nine Moons (back in the day) were broken.

Well, I couldn't have that... so I did a little digging, and discovered that the inimitable Rusty of Nine Moons fame had moved his archives... so I just needed to update my links. And because some of you might not think to check there, I'll list the posts (with the new-and-improved links!) below. You know, for posterity.

And a reminder: as with everything I write here, these posts reflect a specific time in my life — the time when I wrote them — and they may not completely reflect my current thinking. Just stating the obvious.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

My First Guest-Blogging Stint.

If she knew what blogs were (or how to even sign-on to the internets), my mom would be so proud... I'm baying at

Nine Moons
! Author's Note: For future reference, here are a list of my guest posts:


PS... Updated the links. Rusty moved his archive.

Monday, July 25, 2005

Mormon Rhythms: Part III of II... Lifeposts

Author's Note: This is the third in a three-part series. Please be sure to read all three!
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So we're at the third and final installment of our two-part series on Mormon rhythms. We've looked at the daily rhythms of the pious Mormon... and we've looked at a year in the life of a congregation. I guess it's time to look at those mileposts that dot the life of a member as she traverses the length of her earthly sojourn.

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Grace's mom and dad learned that she was there a few weeks into the pregnancy... and they couldn't have been happier. Grace was to be the third child of who-knows-how-many — and before they even knew her gender, they knew that if the baby was a girl, that she was going to be named "Grace" after mom's best friend from college. If the baby was a boy, he was going to be named Christian after dad's third-great-grandfather, who joined the Church in Denmark before coming to America and crossing the plains with the Mormon pioneers on their trek to the Great Salt Lake. There wasn't any hard-and-fast rule, but both mom and dad wanted their children to be ground in their heritage from their first breath.

Grace was born healthy, but for some reason didn't take to nursing, so for the first time, Grace's mom bottle-fed a child of her own. After a few weeks at home — being helped by Grandma and Auntie — Grace made her first trip out into the world... and it was to church. Grace had a lovely white christening gown on... a funny name for a gown worn by a Mormon infant, as she wouldn't be christened, she would be blessed. But as fast as the church was growing, there weren't enough Mormons in the world to influence fashion trends — at least not in Boston... At any rate, it was the first Sunday of the month, and along with it being Fast Sunday (see part II), it was a popular time for babies to be blessed. It was a very special day in Grace's life, and she was asleep. Snoring.

The small chapel's pews were bursting at the seems as a couple dozen extra friends and family members crowded-in to watch or participate in the blessing. The bishop stands at the front of the congregation, and welcomes the visitors and makes a few announcements, while his councilor motions to a deacon (a 12 year-old boy who holds the most junior of offices in the church's lay priesthood) to get an extra microphone ready (the microphone on the podium is fixed, so it would be of little use). After the announcements, the bishop invites dad up to bless Grace. Dad stands — as do six of his male relatives... a grandpa, three uncles, a first cousin, and a third cousin — as well as his best friend from high school, and his college roommate. They all make their way up to the front of the small chapel, and stand in a circle: their left hands on the man's shoulder to their left, and their right hands under the baby. The deacon — too short for the job — stands on a chair behind dad so that he can get the mic in-close. Dad begins to speak, and the congregation bows their heads, folds their arms, and reverently listens to the blessing. "By the power of the Holy Melchezidek Priesthood, which we hold, we give you a name..." Dad then goes on to state Grace's full name, and after a short silence, he pronounces a father's blessing. He says "amen", and the congregation echos it. The circle breaks, and Dad raises little Grace up for the congregation to see. Everyone quietly files back to their seats, and the worship service continues as normal.

When Grace is 18 months old, she's old enough to attend nursery at church, and she formally enters a lifetime of class instruction... in a couple years, she'll graduate to Junior Primary — with classes that look very much like kindergarten classes. And when she is eight, she'll graduate to Senior Primary.

Eight is a big year for her. Like most children born into a Mormon family, Grace will be baptized a few days after her eighth birthday, and will be confirmed a member of the church. She'll begin to celebrate the sacrament with the adults... and she'll begin paying a tithe on her weekly allowance.

When she turns twelve, she'll graduate from primary, and begin attending Young Women's classes... this is the formal beginning of gender-based classes. Just last year, her older brother Forrest turned twelve and he graduated from Primary, at which point he was ordained a deacon in the church's lay priesthood. The classes aren't that different, except Grace's classes focus a great deal of effort on reinforcing Grace's understanding of her infinite worth in the eye of her Father in Heaven. It's important, because many people mis-equate the priesthood with value...

Her brother, if all goes well, will move through the junior offices of the priesthood: deacon (age 12), teacher (age 14), and priest (age 16)... with each office holding more responsibility. Deacons pass the sacrament and do the bishop's errands (such as holding the microphone during baby's blessings). Teachers prepare the sacrament (setting up the table/altar and taking it down) as well as passing it... Priests bless the sacrament and pair-up with adult priesthood holders to do home teaching (see part I for more on home teaching).

( Sometime in the fog of pubescence, Grace and Forrest will receive their patriarchal blessing. This blessing is a prophetic blessing administered by a patriarch — chosen by an apostle — and it aims to guide the recipient in their lives, going forward. This blessing is recorded, word for word, and two copies are made: one for Grace, and another to be stored in the church's vaults in Utah. It is a wonderful gift... and it will be neatly folded and stored in her diary or in the front of her personal scriptures, read and re-read, until they are worn-through. )

Grace will also graduate from class to class... and when she turns eighteen, she will be invited to join Relief Society — the church's women's auxiliary, and the largest and oldest women's organization in the world by some estimates. Similarly, Forrest will be invited to start attending classes for adult priesthood members. Whereas Grace's invitation is without reservation, Forrest begins attending adult priesthood classes not as an Elder, but as a prospective Elder. As a young man, advancement through the ranks of the prepatory priesthood was practically perfunctory (even if the interviews with the bishop conveyed a much deeper seriousness to Forrest). But this, this is different... it's a serious matter for a young man to be ordained an Elder, as he is taking upon himself very weighty covenants of personal purity and commitment. In a few short months, if all goes well, Forrest will go from being ordained an Elder to going through the temple to receive his endowment... and then off, for a two-year mission as a lay minister.

Grace's transition into ecclesiastical womanhood is a little softer: she starts attending Relief Society classes instead of her young women's class... she gets ready to go to college... in a few months, she'll be off to college. She's chosen a school where there are enough students for a student congregation. She quickly finishes college — in no small part helped by a childhood filled with classes at school, at church, at summer camp... where she learned how to pace herself and the value of education. She graduates at the top of her class... and then she pauses.

Unlike a striking number of sisters in the university congregation who married at age 19 and 20, Grace is single. She's single and faced with a choice: should she go on a mission? Her brother was expected to go on a two-year mission at age 19. For her, it's optional... and to underscore the optional nature of the calling, sisters aren't allowed to serve until they're at least 21. She's only 20, but already it's on her mind. A few months before her 21st birthday, she decides to go and gets the physical and ecclesiastical clearances necessary to go... and she sends her papers in. It's such an important choice for young men and women alike, that the question "are your papers in" rings deeply in the halls of the chapels of the church. But as fate would have it, she meets a young man the day after she sends her papers off to Salt Lake City for processing. A serious relationship develops between them quickly, and at the last minute, Grace chooses to post-pone her mission to give the relationship a chance to develop. She knows that marriage is a higher calling than a mission, and she doesn't want to miss the forrest for the trees.

A few months later, Grace and Beau are engaged.

They start having weekly interviews with the bishop... in part for the bishop to get them ready for the temple wedding, and in part to help them keep a bridle on their exploding libidos.

For Mormons, the temple ceremony sealing a man and a woman as husband and wife is the culmination of their sacerdotal experience. A married couple is really the central figure in Mormon theology, and marriage, therefore, is taken very seriously... are they worthy, are they ready, do they know the seriousness of the promises they're about to make. For both Grace and Beau, this is the answer to the maxim they've heard their entire lives: the right person, at the right time, in the right place. Beau served an honorable mission, and so he has already received his first temple rites... but Grace has not (she would have, had she gone through with going on a mission), so not only is Grace getting married, she is also going through the temple for the first time. To keep the first time through special, and to keep the wedding day from being completely crazy, Grace goes to the temple for the first time a couple of weeks before the wedding. Because she is engaged, Beau will play an important role in the rite... a roll that reflects, in many ways, the roll that Beau's father might have played when he went through for the first time.

The ceremony in the temple is intimate and short... only the closest members of the family and a couple of life-long friends attend — 35 people total. After the ceremony, a reception is thrown in their honor and a couple hundred are in attendance... Grace is in her wedding gown, and Beau is in his tux and tie. Their wedding night is an amazing night of fear and passion... and their two-week honeymoon — away from prying family and the bustle of mundane obligations — is a time of wonderful discovery. They leave full of heady anticipation and return, as it were, traumatized by joy... And they don't mind one bit.

They've decided to wait to have children, to give themselves time to be husband and wife... but you know what they say about the the best-laid plans... Well, they have their first child a year later. Three years later, the twins are born. The cycle begins anew for the babies... but for Grace, life is just getting up to speed.

Over the next 18 years, Grace stays at home with the children... when they're out of diapers, she starts a home-based business... the years whiz by, and soon her first-born is getting married. A few more years pass, and she and Beau are alone at home. It's time for them to try out that husband and wife thing they had discussed back when they were newlyweds.

But life waits for no one, and with the last children out of the house and married, Grace and Beau start putting their affairs in order, so that they can serve a two year mission as a married couple for the church. Finally, Grace's dream of serving the Lord full-time is realized. They're sent to Mongolia on a two-year humanitarian mission. When they return, Grace starts another home-based business, and Beau "quits" retirement to take a leadership position with a small start-up company. Ten years pass, and they begin to plan for their second couple mission. This time, it's to Detroit, where they help out a small, struggling congregation in the inner-city.

Soon, they're back home... playing with the grandchildren.

Beau is outside turning the compost heap when he collapses. He's dead at age 73.

Grace is heart-broken. Her husband and life-partner is gone... but not for good. She knows that he awaits her on the other side. In preparation for the burial, she dresses her husband in the ceremonial garb of the temple. He practically glows in the casket — all dressed in white. At the chapel, when the service is over, she kisses him on the cheek, and teases him for finding a way to get out of doing yard work. She weeps silently as they drive to the cemetery.

Months pass, and Grace is back in the swing of things... she's handed-over operations of her little business to her grand daughter, who just got her last child out of diapers, and she's decided to do a little traveling. She's met a nice widower in the ward, and they hit it off... Gary and she marry — but not in the temple (a ceremony for this life only, as compared to the eternal vows taken in the temple) — and they take a few trips to Europe. But soon, the bug has bitten them both again, and they choose to serve one last mission. This time, it's just for six months, and it's in Salt Lake City... where they take people on tours of Temple Square.

A month after returning, Gary dies in an auto accident.

Grace buries her second (and last husband)... She lives many more years, and dies at the age of 102. All but the last four were spent either in her own home, or in the home of her first grandson, Kyle. Her funeral is attended by four generations of descendants... some two hundred descendants in all. She would have been proud.

But she was too busy to attend... her death, after all, was really just the beginning... and she and Beau have a lot of work to do.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Mormon Rhythms: Part II of II... Our Liturgical Year

Author's Note: This is the second in a three-part series. Please be sure to read all three!

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First a little house-cleaning: when I was discussing Mormon piety, I left off two very important points... So let's talk about Kyle a little bit more.

The first Sunday of every month (but April and October — read more about it below) is a fast Sunday. Kyle begins his fast Saturday at dinner, where he prays that the food he is about to eat will sustain him during his fast. He's careful not to eat more at dinner than he would normally, as it would be unseemly. The fast then begins in earnest after dinner when he can steal away for a private prayer, where he consecrates his fast for a specific purpose. He's been thinking about this for the last few days, and this fast is going to be dedicated to his nephew, who's gone astray. Every once in a great while, members will be asked to fast for a pressing need: a bishop may ask the ward to fast for a sick ward member, regional authorities may ask the stakes they serve to fast for the end of a drought, the Prophet may ask the church to fast for an end to some conflict or other. The fast lasts 24 hours, during which Kyle abstains from drinking and eating anything. The fast is then ended with a late supper. Often a few families will get together to break-fast together.

As part of the fast, Kyle makes a fast offering — roughly the money he would have spent on the two meals he skipped. When he can, he'll make a larger donation. The fast offering goes to help the needy in his ward — members and non-members alike, though the call for help from non-members is pretty rare. In the envelope with his fast offering, he includes a few dollars for the Church's missionary program, a few dollars for one of the Church's several humanitarian efforts, and finally his tithe. Like most faithful members, Kyle sets aside 10% of his income as a tithe. Kyle does his best to pay his tithe with his first 10%. When he deposits his paycheck, he draws a cashiers check for the 10% right away, and stows the check away until Fast Sunday, when he'll give it to the Bishop. He doubts that anyone else does it this way, but he'd be surprised. Tithes support the Kingdom — paying for buildings (500 a year are built around the world), supplies ... everything that the Church needs. He takes this all very seriously... and at the end of the year, when he's called before the Bishop to give a reckoning of his tithes and offerings, he solemnly declares that he's a full tithe payer — before the Bishop and the Lord.

So that's the house-cleaning.

Our liturgical year is not as busy as many faiths', but it's there... and it is the silent metronome of the Mormon diaspora.

For convenience, let's start with the first Sunday in January. It's a Fast Sunday... and it's the day of changes: in ward building where more than one ward meets, it's when everyone swaps meeting times. In Kevins ward building, he was attending church at 10am, he now attends at noon... the people who attended at noon, now attend at 8am, and those who had services at 8am are now coming to church at 10. It's also the time in these ward buildings, when responsibility for building maintenance is passed to a new ward... who, for the next year, will put up chairs, weed the flower beds, and handle other light maintenance not done by the custodian or landscapers.

This is also the Sunday when the Church's correlated Sunday curriculum switches topics. In the Church — the world over — classes are all taught from standardized manuals, and each year is dedicated, throughout the church, to one of four broad areas of study: The Book of Mormon, The Old Testament, The New Testament, and the book of Doctrine and Covenants. Classes for the adults, for pre-schoolers, for high school students... even articles in the Church magazines, are focused on the year's area of study. In Relief Society and Priesthood classes (the gender-specific classes I mentioned in the first part), a part of their curriculum is to study the lives and teaching of our modern prophets, and this is the Sunday when they begin with a new prophet.

The next major event is the first Sunday of April: General Conference. For a few weeks, now, leaders from around the world have been converging on Salt Lake City for the conference... meeting with their superiors and each other, attending training and communing with the saints. They don't all come every year, but they come as often as possible... with the advent of inexpensive satellite technology, a lot of the meetings are conducted remotely. General Conference actually starts a little while before the First Sunday in April, when church leaders address the women of the church via satellite, radio, tv, and internet broadcasts. The First Sunday in April, and the day before are special, though... on these two days, there are a series of five two-hour sessions. Around the world, members do their best to listen/view/attend the sessions, and for 48 hours the church is very much one body. Here are the April 2005 Conference proceedings, for your reference. For members in the Western US, it's pretty simple to catch the proceedings on cable television, so for many, these 48 hours are spent with family and friends... at home, and with a lot of food... chatting, eating, and listening to conference. For me, the most solemn part of the conference is the sustaining, when a member of the First Presidency (which is comprised of the Prophet and his counselors) stands and recites the names and callings of the global leadership of the church, and then asks for us to raise our arm to the square and either sustain (which is a promise to support them and heed their guidance) them, or dissent. Where ever I am, I pause and raise my arm to the square and sustain.

April General Conference often happens during the Easter season. Easter is an important time for church members, but it is largely celebrated quietly. We do not commemorate Holy Week, and in church services, talks are largely given that focus on the Lord's resurrection.

Mother's Day is on a Sunday in the US, and talks are largely focused on motherhood and the blessings of women... there is often a musical number by the children, and there are often flowers for the women in attendance.

Finally, Spring is also the tide during which many commemorations are had for the Restoration of the Priesthood.

June and July are pageant season... and theatric productions are held all over the place, often in close proximity to a temple. These pageants are religious in nature. They are amateur productions, but are noteworthy for the pluck of their organizers, if nothing else.

July is when the church remembers its pioneer heritage (both 19th century and modern), as it readies to celebrate the arrival in Salt Lake Valley of the pioneers on July 24th. In the US, this is often part-and-parcel a celebration of patriotic fervor.

In the northern hemisphere, school starts in September (or thereabouts), and with the start of school, the start of roadshow season begins, with stakes all over the church planning and staging various plays, musicals, and skit collections. It's a social activity aimed mostly at the youth of the church... and it's a blast. I was in stake productions Fiddler on the Roof and Oklahoma when I was growing up, and they were wonderful wonderful chances for me to bond with my fellow saints (not to mention get out of the house).

The first Sunday in October is the nexus of October General Conference, when April's proceeding are laid to rest and the meetings and whatnot are had all over. Of course, the church is found of such meetings, so wards have annual conferences, and stakes have biannual conferences, which each (in their way) play a similar role for wards and stakes that General Conference does for the church.

In December, there is the First Presidency's Annual Christmas Devotional, which is broadcast live by satellite. A talk or two is given, and Christmas carols are sung.

Finally, Christmas (like Easter) is celebrated largely in homes, but appropriate topics are chosen for Sacrament talks during December... and Christmas carols are sung during worship services. There are even some LDS carols that are available. You can view our entire hymnal online in the Church Music area of LDS.org.

So there you go... a brief overview of our liturgical year. I'm sure I've left something out... so please be sure leave any corrections or comments in the comments.

Editor's Note:

And, thanks to Bryan's wonderful comment (inside), I've decided to expand the series: Please check out the third (and final) installment: Mormon Rhythms: Part III of II... Lifeposts.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Mormon Rhythms: Part I of II... Our Daily Walk

Author's Note: This is the first in a three-part series. Please be sure to read all three!

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Christian, over at See Life Differently, messaged me the other day... he wanted to know what mormon piety looked like — how does a good mormon's faith make itself apparent in their daily affairs? He thought it might make a good post, and I agree with him.

Hopefully I won't fumble the ball.

This is mostly my view of things, so folks should feel free to chime-in if they have comments. Anyway, here goes:

Kyle is a young, single, Mormon man... He wakes early in the morning and kneels down at his bedside and says his morning prayers... they're not matins, really, as only a handful of prayers in the Mormon lexicon are rote... they're more like father-son chats. They may be out-loud, or be just an internal dialog. He works hard at getting the prayers "past his ceiling", by being earnest, and by leaving plenty of time to just listen. He may use "thee, thy, thou" or he may use a patois of "you" and "your", and the archaic stuff... but the "thee, thy, thou" is pretty in-grained, and not easily dismissed.

He tries to get in 30 minutes or so each day with the scriptures — the Bible, Book of Mormon, Doctrine and Covenants, and the Pearl of Great Price — but mostly he just reads from the Book of Mormon. He tries to do this in the morning, because he gets more out of it. But barring reading in the morning, he may listen to it on CD or MP3 during his commute to work. If all else fails (and this is a lot more frequent than he'd care to admit), he gets it in just before bed.

During his commute, he may turn off the radio, and just think over his day and seek inspiration for some big decisions that lay ahead. He's heard it since he was young: always keep a prayer in your heart, and this is how he does it. It's an important part of his personal relationship with his Heavenly Father, and a source of great strength for him.

He lives in a town with a temple (there are only some 120 in the world), so a couple of times a month, he takes a couple hours and attends a service. It's a wonderful place for him... a place of work, of worship, of fellowship, and of communing with his Heavenly Father. It's also a great strength for him. Most of the time he goes alone... but every few months he'll go with a group from his ward or a friend. He doesn't talk about the temple, really, outside of the temple... so these group temple sessions can be a wonderful time to "compare notes". If he didn't live in a town with a temple, he'd probably go a couple times a year... and probably with a large group from his ward. In fact, when he was a teenager, and lived several hours from the nearest temple, the biggest event of the summer was when all the ward's youth did an overnight trip to go to the temple.

Some time during the week he'll do his reading for Sunday School and Priesthood meeting lessons. He has a calling in his ward (translation for non-Mormons: he has a responsibility in his congregation), so he spends two or three hours each week doing that. And on Wednesday nights, he gets together with the singles in his ward for a little socializing or service project.

Worship services on Sunday start at 10 am... there are three wards that share the church building (8am, his at 10am, and one at noon). Because there is no payed clergy, the church is run by volunteers... so wards are geographical units that comprise some 300 members — enough people to do all the work that it takes for a congregation to run smoothly. Each ward then meets at a specific time in a specific building.

Anyway, worship services start at 10 am. They start with an hour-long meeting called "Sacrament Meeting", which is when sacrament (translated: communion or Eucharist or the Lord's supper) is celebrated, followed by a couple speakers chosen from the congregation. A couple weeks back, the bishop (read: pastor) asked him to speak this Sunday, so he has spent a couple hours preparing a 15 minute talk. After the sacrament is done, there's a youth speaker (a twelve year old boy speaking for 3 minutes on how he wants to get married in the temple) and then it's his turn to speak. He's talking on the Beatitudes. There's one more speaker after him, and then he heads to the second meeting of the three-hour service. This second meeting is adult Sunday School. An hour later he attends the last meeting, Priesthood, which is a lot like Sunday School... but it's gender-specific.

After church, he gives a ride home to one of the widows in his ward, and then heads home. Growing up, his family was pretty strict, so he kept his church clothes on all of Sunday... but now that he's on his own, he's loosened up a little, and changes into casual clothes when he gets home. He fixes lunch, says a short prayer — which he does over each of his meals... and often over desert — to bless his meal, then eats.

Like most of the active men in his congregation, he and a partner are asked to watch over a couple families in the ward... and to visit them once a month, and make sure that their needs are being met. It's called "Home Teaching", and it's a central part of the church's understanding of its own purpose. He calls one of the families he home teaches, and sets up an appointment for the following week to visit their home. The mother of the family has been ill, and he asks how she's been doing... and whether she'd like a priesthood blessing (most active men in the Church have the priesthood... it's a lay priesthood, but it's essential to the working of the church... as a holder of that priesthood, Kyle will sometimes be called upon to administer to the sick). He calls around to the other three families that he watches over, and then calls his home teacher, Jeff, to schedule a time when he and his partner can come visit. Jeff is struggling with church activity, so Kyle does his best to take what can be a pretty weighty responsibility as light as possible for Jeff.

After making a few more calls, he takes an hour nap (it's practically a commandment! :) ). He's having dinner with some married friends of his in the ward a little later, and then that evening he'll attend a fireside (I have no idea how to translate that... it's basically a spiritually themed talk given in a casual setting, followed by refreshments and socializing) with a girl he's been dating from his stake (similar to a diocese... 10 or so wards are grouped together into a stake... stakes are grouped into regions... we're very fond of order in the church). After the fireside, they go for a drive... they've been dating a while and have started talking about marriage. He then drives her home, kisses her goodnight, and heads back to his place.

He winds down by reading his scriptures — which he didn't get to in the morning — then writes in his journal. Soon, he changes into his PJ bottoms, kneels for prayer... then rolls into bed.

Next up: Mormon Rhythms: Part II of II... Our Liturgical Year.