Mormon skinny dipping?

Yesterday I was looking up hot springs in Utah and I happened upon this forum.  Of course, I clicked on the link, and there it was... An article about a mormon skinny dipping and walking around butt naked, written by Full Monty himself.  I had no idea this forum existed.  What have I been missing?

I quite enjoyed reading the post explaining the site, these people have some interesting views.  I guess no one ever said that we had to wear clothes to be modest, so I guess no clothes are better than the revealing ones.  Right?

Although I don't particularly agree with most things posted on the forum, I did get a good laugh from it.  I'd really like to meet the person who thought up the whole idea of starting it in the first place.  But I have a feeling that if I met that person, they probably wouldn't have any clothes on.

A paradelle for you.

While procrastinating writing a sonnet for my creative writing class, I started looking at some of the poems I wrote my senior year for a class. I came across a paradelle I wrote. Basically, a paradelle is a type of poem format some guy came up with to mock other strict formats such as a villanelle. As you may have guessed, the format is quite grueling. You'll get what I mean after reading my poem.

And now, for your enjoyment, my paradelle.

Paradelle for Fox

The trees are a blur of forest.

The trees are a blur of forest.

Their branches hit the window like angry fingers.

Their branches hit the window like angry fingers.

The forest fingers blur the angry window,

Their trees are like branches of a hit.

Under a bridge the water surges onward.

Under a bridge the water surges onward.

Blue plays with the sun at its depths.

Blue plays with the sun at its depths.

A bridge under the blue sun plays the water

at depths onward with its surges.

The fox comes from his shadowed lair.

The fox comes from his shadowed lair.

Hearing hastening wind it rushes to its young.

Hearing hastening wind it rushes to its young.

His shadowed hearing rushes from the wind fox,

It comes to its hastening young lair.

Its branches under a shadowed bridge

are hearing young forest fox.

Their blur plays with the hastening at a wind.

His sun comes to the fingers of the angry depths.

Onward it surges like the blue lair,

Its water rushes from the hit window trees.

Band of the Week: Noah and the Whale

I can't even go a week on this blog without mentioning the best band in the world. And that would be... NOAH AND THE WHALE!

Before I discovered the magic genre (a.k.a. folk/indie rock) I listened to really crappy music. Seriously, the music I listened to was utter CRAP. My favorites were Basshunter, Britney Spears, and every single popular song played infinity times on my 99.5 or U92, just to name a few.

But then... ah. I was given a breath of truly fresh air. Listening to Noah and the Whale was like going to an oxygen bar after swimming in rotten human flesh.

Noah and the Whale is my first favorite band in the history of my life. The lyrics are astounding and deep, the instrumentals in their songs are magnificent, the lead singer, Charlie Fink, has a unique, gorgeous voice, and in their first album "Peaceful the World Lays Me Down" Laura Marling's backup singing adds a whole new dimension to the music.

Another great thing about NATW is their second album, "The First Days of Spring", isn't only an album, it also has a super neat indie film the band created to go with it. It's amazing work and a lot is said with just the lyrics and barely any dialogue.

I've never loved a band this much, I can tell you that. They've been my favorite band for a while, and I'm positive that's not going to change anytime soon. They're SO GREAT!

And now, I give you Noah and the Whale.

The first video is the song that got them really going. And oh boy, did it get me going. The one I originally put up had the sound totally off, and the official one won't let me embed it. So here's the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8YCSJpF4g4

The second video is the trailer for the first days of spring film and album. It's a little lengthy, but you won't regret watching it.

The third video is part one of a three part webisode. Please bask in their greatness and notice how amazingly good they sound live.

My evil twin.

Last night I wandered into Miranda's room where I found her watching a music video. Apparently there's some kid named "Justin Bieber" who's fourteen, white, friends with Usher, and milking it for all he can get. I watched horrified as he sung about true love and romance, dancing with a girl who was about a foot taller and 10 years older than him.

Anyways, after that, Miranda told me that one of his music videos had a girl that looked just like me in it. I had my doubts, but I watched the video anyways. Usually when people think you look like someone, you don't think you look like them at all. But I admit there is a pretty profound similarity found between me and this girl.

Watch this video. Skip to about 2:30 and I would suggest muting the sound unless you want to hear some fourteen-year-old wanna-be white kid tell you what love really is. But notice the girl. She's my twin. Only difference is, I wouldn't date a punk like him.

My 80% poem

This semester I'm taking a creative writing class. Fun, right? Maybe. My teacher seems nice enough, and although I feel like I'm in way over my head, the class seems like it's going to be somewhat enjoyable.

Recently we had our first assignment--write a nostalgia poem. As I thought and thought over my childhood and all the dorky things I did, I finally decided to write about my first kiss. That would be the one behind the bushes when I was about five. I didn't stress much about making the poem a perfect masterpiece, but I did put a reasonable amount of time into writing it. She said the poem was just supposed to be a rough draft, so I didn't stress about making it final draft quality. Today, when I got the poem back, I was appalled to see I had gotten an eight out of ten. HOW is the possible??? It's just a rough draft! Apparently my rough draft was a little too rough for her. I don't know how I can please her.

Hopefully I'll find the key to pleasing her pickiness someday, but for now, I'll just have to settle with an 8/10.

And now, for your enjoyment, here's my poem that's only 80% good.

Kiss.

I remember that time we went

behind the bushes you could hear growing

and waited for the roller-skaters to pass by.

We got closer,

and closer,

and closer.

And then we did what the grown-ups did--we kissed.

It was wet and slimy, and not at all enjoyable.

And we didn't know what it meant,

but we followed by example.

I'm glad we didn't know about sex.

We were so naive.

One more thing. If you enjoy poetry, try looking up Anis Mojgani. He's an utter GENIUS. Here's one of my favorites. This made me fall in love with him and his greatness.