minority report

So I'm moving to Utah. The Provo area to be sort of exact. When I tell people this, they almost always ask, if they do not know me well, "Oh are you Mormon?" I reply, "No, I just like mountains and Robert Redford." People who know me wonder why I am choosing to drop my very successful para-educator career and careen off into the sunset following the wagon ruts of B. Young into the heart of right wing conservative mormonland. Well honestly things have just fallen into place really. I'm 25, single, restless, and looking for something to do. I really do like the mountains and Robert Redford and his Sundance Ranch really do raise my eyebrows with keen interest and excitement. My good buddy Jon Lehman is also alighting in Utah. We are the last of a breed. That breed is single guys who once lived and ruled and land called Upper 900s Owens. We are also Bones. If you do not know what that is, then you were never supposed to know. That is all I have to say about The Bones. Anyways...I feel that living in proximity to him could turn into a good time. The thing that is really causing alot of excitement for me is the fact that for the first time in my life, I will be a huge social minority. I read on Wikipedia (yes i use the wik for everything and believe it to be a most reliable source) that 88% of the population is LDS and 98% of the practicing religious adherents are LDS. This excites me. I have visited the area and the Christians have great community because when you are outnumbered you have to. I am also pleased to note that in the town of American Fork where I am helping to coach football, the movie The Sandlot was almost entirely filmed. That alone should suffice my exodus there.

Ramble bamble here is the whip

I started to write a blog a couple minutes ago and found that I had nothing to say even worth a left click of the mouse so I stopped. I am not making very good progress on becoming an author who does nothing all day but think up utterly fantastic stories that will change people's lives and thoughts. Is there anyway that one can cheat in becoming a best selling author? I will do it. I see now what Faust was thinking when he made his more than deadly deal...the want to do great things without the will/talent is terrible. It makes you feel like a balloon animal. People laugh at you and find you amusing for 23 seconds at most, then they pop you. Alas, I am going to go work on a story about rabbits.
Love Nathan

Warm bottoms

The weather is warm again. I honestly thought that i may never feel the warmth of the sun upon my face ever again. Similar to Lando Calrisian, the director of Cloud City in Star Wars, I had given into the fact that winter was the same as Darth Vader. I could do nothing against him, so I may as well let him bully me around, as long as I can survive. Thanks be to God, I did not lure my old buddy into a trap so as to let him me frozen in carbonate for the fat slob of a crime boss. I persevered most cowardly i must say, yet i did indeed persevere. I'm here feeling the evening breeze coax my body into thinking of seas and plains of yesteryear, (how the heck to you spell that word?)while my mind visits the shores of Troy to converse with Achilles and try to convince him to sail for home with his valiant Myrmidons and let Troy survive the onslaught of passion the Greeks bestow upon her.

So, back on the topic at hand...warm weather has finally broken though the lines of frost and ice to rest easy beside the gentle rains of spring, and for this i am thankful. In a very small, almost unmentionable way, the first fingers of spring are so poetic and allegorically showing the defeat of cold death at the hands of out Lord Jesus. I am no Biblical historian, so I do not know if this time of the year was really when Christ rose from hades in Glory, but I do know that for this simpleton, the blooming flowers and radiant sunshine scream "RESURRECTION!!!!"

I now shall leave you, so I can learn to play the harmonica.