Non Sequitur

I was thinking of a great teacher, friend, aunt, and single woman. She's in her late forties now, and she seems to be quite happy with her life.

It's no secret that women are better at living alone than men. I don't think I could do it; there was a time when yes, I could be out in the world for weeks, months, even years with little personal human contact, and be just fine. I was there and I remember it, but now I cannot even comprehend it.

I blame Rebbecca... I suppose I have to grudgingly thank her for showing me how wonderful companionship was, and how much I really did need other people.

I also wonder how much a close family helps stave off the loneliness, sadness and generally psychopathic tendencies that develop in aged non-marrieds. (That is, of course, if one were to take the Utah Valley version of coercion a certain way...)

The question of the day is:

Do these people like Sherri Dew, my beloved teacher, and several close neighbors actually enjoy true day-to-day happiness? Or have they simply put on a front for so long they actually believe it?

That said...

Eric Whitacre's choral literature; specifically "Sleep" and "Water Night," are two of the most exquisitely crafted and perfect musical works in the world. They are truly works of unearthly beauty and imagination as Jack Robinson so beautifully worded.

I believe in the faith that grows
And the four right chords can make me cry
When I'm with you I feel like I could die
And that would be all right, all right

Yep, every time I hear those sung lines, I think of this, the most perfect rendition ever performed.



I mean no offense to the BYU Singers, but the flowing, lilting, perfectly blending group shown above will beat out mechanical kids playing at ensemble performance any day. :-)

Cracked and Crumbling Foundations

Disclaimer: I am not perfect, or even a great specimen of my species. I make no such claims. I am sure there are quite a few people in the world who do not jive with my chemistry. I'm sure there are countless folks who just don't think I'm an attractive person. I'm even willing to bet there are a few people out there who just can't stand the way I speak.

That said...

I would like to start a new trend. Yes friends, this is the "Pumice Is Your Friend" campaign.

Steve Harvey, when asked what men want in women, said:

"Well, one thing is: your feet can't look like mine!"

Double standard? Absolutely.

Here's the rub: Women are generally stuck in the unfortunate position of being a part of the sex with the majority of members on this little blue marble. I'm fairly certain that if there were only one woman for every three men on this planet, each man would take better hygienic care of himself. On a side note, He'd probably develop character improvements sooner and learn to communicate better with other men.

But since self-motivation is the only kind of motivation we're going to get here, let me suggest something.

I propose that each of us start with our foundations. That's right men... Look down at those dogs.

Do you suffer from Tree Man feet?

Is your personality the only thing keeping your dear girl from losing her lunch when she looks down at your calloused, mistreated, and poorly maintained feet?

I have the answer for you!



It may take some flexibility, open mindedness, time, and a few uncomfortable minutes in the personal hygiene section of your local grocery store but I promise you'll never regret it.

You'll notice that sandals will be attractive once again. You'll see a lingering eye instead of an upturned nose. You may even discover improvements in the never-ending battle against gym shoe odor!

Well, without being too blunt, let me say that neglected feet are gross feet. It takes a very special someone to ignore the possibility that those poor abused dogs might find themselves looking like this one day...

It takes a real man to keep those foundations at their top-notch best.