Sunday

This whole weekend was great!  I love living near the city and being able to participate in all the amazingness that it has to offer.  Friday I finished work early and joined some friends on a visit to "The Hog Wallow" for some pool and live music.  Saturday morning I woke early and biked, with a friend, to the farmers market, where our bicycles were valet parked.  We bought pao de cajo from a Brazilian woman, fresh fruit from a little girl, and Belgian waffles from, well of course, a Belgian.  So good.  Then today after church I took my scriptures, a blanket, and a couple other books and enjoyed some afternoon reading in a couple different parks, before heading to hear Elder L. Tom Perry speak at the University of Utah.  I didn't think to pull out the camera for most things unfortunately, but here are a couple pics.

Ira Glass on Storytelling

Ira Glass on Storytelling from David Shiyang Liu on Vimeo.

Gandhi

Where there is love, there is life.

General Conference

Dare to be a Mormon; Dare to stand alone. Dare to have a purpose firm, And dare to make it known.

We Are Here: The Pale Blue Dot

Ghost Story by Matthew Dickman

So call me a nerd, but I get the poem of the day via e-mail each morning and today's poem struck a chord, so I thought I'd post it.

Ghost Story
by Matthew Dickman

for matthew z and matthew r

I remember telling the joke
about child molestation and seeing
the face of the young man
I didn't know well enough
turn from something with light
inside of it into something like
an animal that's had its brain
bashed in, something like that, some
sky inside him breaking
all over the table and the beers.
It's amazing, finding out
my thoughtlessness has no bounds,
is no match for any barbarian,
that it runs wild and hard
like the Mississippi. No, the Rio Grande.
No, the Columbia. A great river
of thorns and when this stranger
stood up and muttered
something about a cigarette,
the Hazmat team
in my chest begins to cordon
off my heart, glowing
a toxic yellow,
and all I could think about
was the punch line "sexy kids,"
that was it, "sexy kids," and all the children
I've cared for, wiping
their noses, rocking them to sleep,
all the nieces and nephews I love,
and how no one ever
opened me up like can of soup
in the second grade, the man
now standing on the sidewalk, smoke smothering
his body, a ghost unable
to hold his wrists down
or make a sound like a large knee in between
two small knees, but terrifying and horrible all the same.

Lost and Found by David Hollies

The first few times
Being lost was frightening
Stark, pregnant
With the drama of change
Then, I didn't know
That everywhere is nowhere
Like the feeling when a ocean wave
Boils you in the sand
But as time goes by
Each occurrence of lostness is quieter
Falling from notice
Like the sound of trains
When you live near the tracks
Until one day
When a friend asks
"How often do you get lost?"
And I strain to recall a single instance
It was then that I realized
Being lost only has meaning
When contrasted with
Knowing where you are
A presumption that slipped out of my life
As quietly as smoke up a chimney
For now I live in a less anchored place
Where being lost is irrelevant
For now, only when there is a need
Do I discover where I am
No alarm, no fear
Just an unconscious check-in
Like glancing in the rear-view mirror.

Experience Zero Gravity

I want a gopro camera and, even more, I want to jump off something high!

Experience Zero Gravity from Betty Wants In on Vimeo.

Michael Buble - Haven't Met You Yet (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)

Bon Iver - I Can't Make You Love Me/Nick of Time Cover