I wanna be a reading junkie...

So here's a blast from the past. After posting last night about our latest travel adventures, I was looking at some of the "draft" posts listed in my dashboard in Blogger. I began reading some of them to figure out why it was that I never published them. Most of them turned out to be half-completed thoughts, but the following post (last saved in September 2007) was an anomaly - what looks to be a complete thought (or at least mostly), accompanied by a link! So, I am posting it now without any additional editing. With this, I now have more posts in the past 24 hours than I had in the previous 1.5 years...booyah!

*BEGIN BLAST FROM THE PAST*

Ok, ok. So I am a little behind on the blog posts...what can I say? I have had a few things on my plate. Since my last post, I graduated from Wash U, got engaged to a wonderful girl, planned a wedding in less than 3 months, moved all my stuff (and I have a lot of it - just ask my wife or my former roommate) into a new apartment, helped my then fiancée move all of her stuff into that new apartment, married that girl and had that wedding, went on a honeymoon to beautiful, exotic Torrey, Utah, then returned to St. Louis with my wife to begin turning the jungle of cardboard boxes that was our new apartment into something more resembling a home. It's been more than six weeks since we were married, almost all the boxes are gone, and I'm proud to say the place is beginning to feel like home.

About a week or so ago, I began to notice something -- for the first time in a long while, I feel like I actually have spare time! While I was in college, there always seemed to be some assignment or project looming, at least during the semester. In years past, the summer was a time when I could count on having some extra time outside of work to do with as I pleased - reading, piano, hanging out with friends, whatever I wanted. This year, however, beginning almost immediately after graduation, my time outside of work was consumed with wedding plans. Any of you who have planned a wedding will understand what I mean, I think. As the end of the summer drew near, I was so happy for the wedding to come - not only because of the opportunity to be married to my sweetheart, but also because it meant that the planning would finally have to end! Since the wedding, there has been a lot to do around the house in evenings - organizing, running errands, cleaning, etc. - to whip this nice apartment into shape. With that somewhat finished, I finally feel like I can take the time to do some of the things I really love. And in doing that, I've made a decision: I wanna be a reading junkie.

http://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifestyle/14-ways-to-cultivate-a-lifetime-reading-habit.html

Traveling during snow season = not fun

Or, perhaps I should have titled this post: "101 reasons why automated, voice-recognition phone systems have driven me to the brink of insanity tonight." My wife and I were supposed to fly back to Utah tonight to visit family for the holidays. Mother Nature had something to say about that: "I'm sorry...please try again tomorrow."

You see, back when I booked our flights a few months ago, I thought I was pretty smart to notice the 45-minute layover in Minneapolis in the suggested itinerary and swap the first flight of the trip for an earlier one that would give us a 3.5 hour layover instead. "Sure, 3.5 hour layovers are rotten," I thought, "but you can never have too much slush time built into the schedule when flying in December." As it turns out, it would have been better to avoid Minneapolis altogether, since the layover is rather irrelevant when the flight is canceled.

In trying to get alternative travel plans figured out, I spent a lot of "quality time" on Northwest's voice-recognition automated phone system. Between the annoyance of the system mistaking the announcements in the terminal for my response to its questions, to spending more than an hour on hold this evening for nothing, I've had my fill of it. The worst part is that it's nearly impossible to skip the prompts and talk to a real person. I really dislike systems that "work" like that.

After the long, stressful afternoon and evening, the good news is that we have a direct flight to Salt Lake City tomorrow. Unfortunately, it departs from Kansas City International Airport at 5 pm. So, we'll be leaving after sacrament meeting tomorrow morning to pick up a rental car from the airport here in St. Louis to drive the approximately 4 hours to the Kansas City airport.

At least we get to sleep in tomorrow morning...

Doctor, we have a pulse...

I was just reading the latest post on my friend's blog and noticed that he changed the look of his blogroll. It now displays a list of his favorite blogs with an indication of when each blog was last updated. I saw some at the top that had been updated very recently (minutes to hours ago), followed by those less recently updated (days to weeks ago). At the very bottom of the list, I saw my blog, followed by the words "1 year ago." I have to admit I was embarrassed to read that. I clicked over to my blog and selected the link for the last post, dated Friday, April 20, 2007. After I re-read the pretty meaningless post (some book tag relay Internet game thing), I scrolled down to read the comments. My brother had posted a comment, a friend posted one, my wife posted one (at the 1 year mark), and there at the end was a new comment from my good friend Todorojo, added at the end of last week:

This blog is dead.

I think I had every intention of keeping this blog alive when I started it. Obviously, my intentions got lost somewhere along the way (they're probably just searching for the end of the Internet and will return when they've found it). In the meantime, as my friend very succinctly pointed out, the blog has died. To my credit, at least it was a quick, painless death.

Now, I'm bringing it back to life, kind of like the grasshoppers we used to catch in the fields (before the fields turned into subdivisions) during the summers when I was a kid. After catching them, we would drown them for 2 days, then wrap them in toilet paper and bury them in the sand box (don't ask me why). In what seemed like nothing short a miracle to me then, when we would dig them up later that day or the next, the grasshoppers would be alive and kicking and, of course, spitting that nasty, brown liquid (we called it "tobacco juice") all over our fingers.

So, yes, this is almost as miraculous, and yes, I'll try to keep the nasty, brown stuff to a minimum...