tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887253744561745582024-03-05T22:32:56.482-07:00MORMON ABSTRACTOIt's an obscure inside joke.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger205125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588725374456174558.post-51085343700577243422012-06-24T08:02:00.000-06:002012-06-24T08:02:36.936-06:00Q: How old are you?<br />
A: Three.<br />
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Q: What's it like to be three?<br />
A: Hmm. Really fun with our friends.<br /><br />Q: What did you do yesterday?<br />
A: Yesterday I played fun with my friends at the castle park.<br /><br />Q: What are we going to do today?<br />
A: Have fun at my class at church. Because there's a lot of games in my class at church.<br />
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Abby: Do you want me to show you how I do big R's?<br />
Me: Yeah.<br />Abby: (Drawing a very interesting R.) I do a circle then one line down. Then another line down. I don't really know how to draw an "R" huh? I need to practice.<br />
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<br />Q: What's you favorite song?<br />
A: Hmm. (singing) <i>Hashi shee shu shee shee. I'm going to the temple some day. I'm going there someday.</i> That's the song I like. I'm going to the temple.<br />
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<br />Q: What do you want to be when you grow up?<br />A: Um, I want to be the princess ARIEL. That's what I want to be when I grow up. And, I'll change into different things. I'll change into Tangled and The Little Mermaid.<br />
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<br />Q: What will you be doing in five years - what will you be doing when you are 8 years old? <br />A: Going to be a teacher. When I'm 5 on Halloween I will be Ariel. I like her dress. <br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588725374456174558.post-35095680379460908012012-01-21T11:57:00.000-07:002012-01-21T11:57:56.985-07:00Another Interview with AbbyQ: How are things?<br />A: Good, with this ring that I'm sucking on. (a ring pop)<br /><br />Q: What did you do last night?<br />A: Went to a fun place. Um, I played games and went on a ride but I don't know which ride. An animal ride and the spiderman car. Last night on the spiderman car there's a red moving thing in the car. That thing, I like that thing that's in there.<br />
<br />Q: What prizes did you get?<br />A: I got this one (showing her ring pop) if you touch it with your hand, it's all sticky. <br /><br />Q: Did you call a boy this week?<br />A: Hunter. I called Hunter.<br />
<br />Q: Why did you call Hunter?<br />A: Because I wanted to say I'm marrying him.<br /><br />Q: Did you learn any new songs this week?<br />
A: (singing) Rain come, rain come, down down down come play and I really love you and come to my birthday and I'll ask my mom and you can ask your mom?<br /><br />Q: Wow! Did you just barely make up that song?<br />
A: Yeah. <br /><br />Q: Do you know you're really good at making up songs?<br />A: Well, I kind of don't.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588725374456174558.post-56076966972667272012011-12-05T21:15:00.001-07:002011-12-05T21:35:43.445-07:00Interview with Abby: Christmas Edition<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Abby: Knock knock<br />
me: Whose there?<br />
Abby: Orange<br />
me: Orange who?<br />
Abby: Orange you say banana<br />
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Q: How was your Thanksgiving trip?<br />
A: Good<br />
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Q: What did you do?<br />
A: Play with my friends. Seth said to go downstairs because there was a bad guy there so I killed him with Ollie's gun.<br />
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Q: What else did you do?<br />
A: Play with Brianna. Hey, I drinked my chocolate milk all gone. (Speaking to Mom) He's making letters huh? (points to the computer) That thing is making letters. <br />
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Q: What do you want for Christmas?<br />
A: Some baby clothes and a barbie. <br />
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Q: What does Santa do?<br />
A: (laughs) Plays with kids.<br />
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Q: What are you learning in school?<br />
A: Sings ABC song while shaking a maraca wildly.<br />
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Q: When is Christmas?<br />
A: In five weeks.<br />
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Q: What do we do on Christmas<br />
A: Put up our decorations. (Sings Santa Clause is Coming to Town)<br />
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Q: What are you getting Mom for Christmas?<br />
A: I will let her have a angel. Mommy, you're going to get an angel for Christmas. <br />
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Q: What do you want to get Dad for Christmas?<br />
A: Uh ahh. A singing trumpet.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588725374456174558.post-75773513859658143942011-11-06T08:53:00.000-07:002011-11-06T08:53:47.623-07:00Q and A with AbbyQ: How old are you?<br />A: "Two. I was two and a half, and then I'm three now."<br /><br />Q: What is you favorite thing to do at school?<br />
A: "I like to play house."<br /><br />Q: What is your favorite food?<br />A: "My favorite food is fruit snacks."<br /><br />Q: What did you do with daddy yesterday?<br />A: "I stayed with you when mommy left and we played the play dough robot game." (cranium)<br /><br />Q: What is your favorite thing about church?<br />A: "My favorite thing likes to color at church."<br /><br />Q: Who is your best friend?<br />A: "My best friend is Lexi."<br /><br />Q: Best friend at school?<br />
A: "McKenna"<br /><br />Q: What is your favorite thing do with Mom and Dad?<br />A: "I... My favorite thing is doing... doing... doing... I don't know. Favorite thing, I don't know, I don't know. (singing) I don't know I don't know. Washhu Wasshu. Naaae."<br /><br />Q: What is your favorite (FHE) Lesson?<br />A: Uh, my favorite lesson is... uh I don't know.<br /><br />Q: What happens in your princess dreams?<br />A: (baking pretend cookies) "I need to go potty." (runs up stairs)<br /><br />Q: What do you dream about last night? <br />
A: "I had a Belle one."<br />
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Q: What did you do in your dream?<br />
A: "I spinned with Beast."<br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588725374456174558.post-41434452497618947372011-09-27T10:43:00.000-06:002011-09-27T10:45:41.347-06:00Indie Churchy Rock?For those who don't know, I'm in charge of the youth program for the boys in our church. This constitutes boys from the ages of 12-18. When it came time for us to be in charge of the September combined activity (which includes the young women), I thought it would be fun to do something a little different. The theme of our program this year is the <a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/a-of-f/1?lang=eng">thirteenth article of faith</a> which talks about seeking after good things. Two of the other leaders and I came up with an activity for the kids to do and we had three groups of kids who rotated through the different stations. I chose to write a song and have the kids add some singing and claps to round out the sound. I basically rearranged the words of the verse to fit into a song (with a little poetic licence taken of course.) All in all we had about 25 kids there that night who contributed to the song. You can listen to it <a href="http://jessecrowley.com/music/ward/Article%2013.mp3">here</a>. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588725374456174558.post-72578452560363856742011-09-22T10:57:00.001-06:002011-09-22T10:57:39.502-06:00It's Alive!This blog has been mostly dead for a few consecutive months now, I'm sorry to say. It just seemed like I needed a big reason to blog again because it had been so long. Well big reasons have come and gone and I continued my neglect of this digital space. Life is good, and life is busy. There have been ups and downs, but mostly ups. <br /><br />Lately, some people who I care about deeply are in the midst of incredibly trying times. It brings me down when I think about it, and I've had a heavy heart for a couple of weeks now. With the sadness though comes more reliance on faith and a greater desire to help and support where I can. We certainly are never helpless, never comfortless, and never without a friend. <br /><br />There is incredible strength in the bonds that we share with our family and friends. Courage and hope can be drawn from the most simple of gestures and connections. I recognize the need in myself to improve in my ability and willingness to act. <br /><br />I've learned that gratitude is the most effective remedy for sadness and sorrow. Everyday I'm more and more grateful for my family. Natalie is an absolute rock. The best partner I could ever wish for in this life. Abby is the most fun person I've ever met. She is so full of life and energy. She amazes and inspires me every day, and she makes me laugh constantly. From her lips have been uttered some of the most pure and sincere and beautiful prayers I've ever heard. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588725374456174558.post-77345348439723185122011-05-23T09:52:00.000-06:002011-05-23T09:52:38.794-06:00The Amazing Millie<object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tZhE77ddKWg?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tZhE77ddKWg?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"></object><br />
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I've written in the past about my friends Brady and Amanda. Their daughter Millie is fighting Leukemia, and recently a complete stranger heard about Millie and offered to set up a donation website to help with her extensive medical expenses. I want to share with you all a <a href="http://meetmillie.realcove.com/">link</a> to the donation website as well as a thank you video that Amanda put together showing Millie's progress through the treatment, trials, and tears that this brave little soul has endured. You can read more about this amazing family on their <a href="http://bradyandamanda.blogspot.com/">blog</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588725374456174558.post-14978623217764622652011-04-08T15:33:00.001-06:002011-04-11T11:09:18.990-06:00Generation X - King Rocker<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lR6TSe1Gqfo?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"></iframe><br />
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This song just came on my ipod and it made me really happy. I hope you all appreciate it as much. Billy Idol should've kept this haircut. Epic.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588725374456174558.post-20416389871678330452011-03-25T12:20:00.000-06:002011-03-25T12:20:30.158-06:00Happy MemoriesLately, it seems like there has been a lot of sad things happening to people I know and love. A large majority of these instances have been completely out of control of the people they are affecting the most. I thought it might be good to generate some discussion and sharing of happy memories. Seems how this is my idea I'll start. <br />
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<b>Memory #1</b> - Last summer we attended our friends Jake and Eli's wedding reception. It was in a lush, green, secluded back yard on one of those perfect summer evenings. The light back there was incredible and Abby was having a great time dancing to the music and running in circles on the grass. We were there with some of our best friends, most of whom we hadn't seen for some time. I can't put my finger on exactly why it was so great, but I distinctly remember thinking that night that I was experiencing something very close to heaven. I don't think I'll ever forget it.<br />
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Memory #2</b> - This one is hard to explain, and it is not so much a solitary memory because it has happened more than once. Sometimes when I'm in a social setting, I'll catch a glance of Natalie from across the room and for a second I'm seeing her again for the first time. It is similar to times when you see pictures or video of yourself from an angle your not used to seeing. It takes a second for you to realize who you are looking at followed by a flood of thoughts. Do I really walk like that? Etc. However, when this happens with Natalie, after the recognition takes place a flood of memories of our lives together comes into my brain and it makes me happy.<br />
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<b>Memory #3</b> - I remember being a very young kid, and being incredibly excited for my older brothers to come home from college. I would watch tv with the volume low so I could listen for the back door and hear the familiar voice. It always seemed like an eternity waiting for them, but they always made me feel like a million bucks when the time finally came. <br />
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Please, share some good memories, I think we could all use them.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588725374456174558.post-48747793430568048402011-02-26T15:09:00.000-07:002011-02-26T15:09:22.941-07:00Huntington Beach<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9bO4ks9QxanbXzx72Z5xZBLjMJh-Wio2KHMLxjtjnLVMnxYCgbgoLVfZeS3iFsdERtNF3za4x0Rrc52xVLN8602GwphJsuGpF9ZgOTWuq23h3Yfx2WTS5ym0B817BogzynnKw-pn4Nzg/s1600/abbyDad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9bO4ks9QxanbXzx72Z5xZBLjMJh-Wio2KHMLxjtjnLVMnxYCgbgoLVfZeS3iFsdERtNF3za4x0Rrc52xVLN8602GwphJsuGpF9ZgOTWuq23h3Yfx2WTS5ym0B817BogzynnKw-pn4Nzg/s400/abbyDad.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>On our way to the airport after our Disneyland adventure, we stopped at Huntington Beach to play on the beach and see the ocean. It was just before dusk and the light was really amazing. I grabbed the camera and started snapping photo after photo. Abby was so mesmerized by the waves and the sea shells that she was almost completely oblivious to me. It was really fun to see her experience the ocean for the first time, and I think these photos do a pretty good job of capturing the moments. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Seems like there should be something more significant in her hand than mud.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love the vivid reflection in the wet sand on this one.</td></tr>
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Now I will get to the real point of my writing. I stopped in the other day for some lunch when I saw a note on your large blue sandwich board indicating that you serve soup. Perhaps in my subconscious I was hoping for a gustatory experience akin to what I had grown accustomed to when dining with the aforementioned previous tenants. When I entered, I saw on the board that the soup of the day was "Roasted Tomato Soup." I have partaken of this type of soup in the past and thoroughly enjoy it. I was cold and hungry, and this bowl of delicious soup was going to really make my day.<br />
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I sadly must report it was easily the worst soup I've ever had. I must reiterate that I was both hungry and cold, a situation which would normally make a warm, home-made soup taste even better. I must at this point also interject that I'm really not a picky eater. This is in fact the first time I've felt the need to inform an eatery of sub-par dining experience I've had. <br />
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For the sake of future patrons I feel a duty to give some constructive criticism. The soup in question consisted almost entirely of sliced baby carrots in vegetable oil. There were some chunks of celery, the corpse of half a tomato, tasteless green "spices," and a pinch of water, but in essence it was sliced baby carrots in vegetable oil. The soup was scalding hot enough and I was hungry enough at the time of consumption that I made it through three bites before I realized what I was tasting (or not tasting as the case may be.) <br />
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This "Roasted Tomato Soup" tasted strangely to me like sliced baby carrots in vegetable oil. In an attempt to salvage the meal, I drained the oil-water mixture and placed a couple slices of carrot into my mouth. Unfortunately, they had become saturated in, you guessed it, vegetable oil. <br />
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Don't get me wrong at this point, I have nothing against either baby carrots or vegetable oil. I've enjoyed thousands of dishes over the years which incorporated one or both. In fact, I have been known to snack on raw baby carrots from time to time. It's the strange combination of these two as the primary ingredients of "Roasted Tomato Soup" which activated my gag reflexes and resulted in pouring the remainder down the drain.<br />
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You really have a good thing going. The home-made croutons were quite good. I only write this in hopes that you can find a way to improve the soup situation. As I mentioned, I work nearby and would gladly pay for delicious soup from time to time during these cold winter months. Thank you for your time and attention. I have spewed quite the dissertation.<br />
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Yours,<br />
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Jesse CrowleyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588725374456174558.post-47241844607631045172011-01-07T12:43:00.000-07:002011-01-07T12:43:15.446-07:00This is how I dance at Home Sometimes<object width="640" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wH54zvWKuBU&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wH54zvWKuBU&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588725374456174558.post-3879671669835555572011-01-03T11:54:00.000-07:002011-01-03T11:54:53.171-07:00Resolution 2011Last year I wrote a short <a href="http://mormonabstracto.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolution.html">resolution</a> on this blog. More than any other goal or resolution I've made in my life, it actually stuck with me. For the most part, I believe, I was a man of action more than a man of intentions in 2010. That's not to say there isn't room for improvement, but I think I made significant progress. <br />
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This year feels like it will be a very important one for me. I feel the same desire to be a man of action, and within that idea there are a few points of emphasis I choose to pursue. <br />
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1. <b>Gratitude</b> - My favorite people in this world also seem to be the most grateful. I'm guilty of often taking blessings and people around me for granted. I hope to show a great deal more gratitude in 2011, and I hope to do it in more ways than spoken words.<br />
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2. <b>Enjoyment</b> - Last year, during high adventure camp with the teachers and priests, one of the other leaders said "I really like camp Jesse." I knew exactly what he meant, and it really stuck with me. The nature of the camp meant that there were no real worries or responsibilities, it was pure fun all day every day. "Camp Jesse" was different from "normal Jesse" because he was allowing himself total enjoyment. I know that the circumstances at the camp are impossible to duplicate for an entire year, but the attitude I possessed during my stay could be carried with me throughout the year. <br />
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3. <b>Balance</b> - I think at times my drive to get things done in 2010 left too great a burden on my family. I hope to better balance my time and priorities so those who are most important in my life will always know it.<br />
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Well, there you have it, a little more wordy than last year, but I think doable.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588725374456174558.post-61564432411151191262010-12-22T09:24:00.000-07:002010-12-22T09:24:17.356-07:00Like Robert Goulet on my Stereo!For a while now I've been telling everyone who will listen how amazing <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wonderful-World-Christmas-Robert-Goulet/dp/B000002YH7">Robert Goulet's Wonderful World of Christmas</a> album is. I even put it in a <a href="http://herodthefink.bandcamp.com/track/jimmy-robert">song</a> for heaven's sake. For those of you whose eardrums have not been tickled by this excellent music, I give you a small sampling after the break:<br />
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The video below is for those in my family who may not realize (as I had not) that Mr. Goulet recorded <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Christmas-Robert-Goulet-CS8876-CL2076/dp/B004A46UJ2/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&qid=1293035025&sr=1-6">another Christmas album</a>! I've got to get my hands on it!<br />
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Matchbook<br />
by Strung Out (lyrics by Jason Cruz)<br />
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I can see it in your eyes<br />
I can hear it in your voice<br />
the signs are obvious<br />
that all we had has run its course<br />
and I don't mind giving up the upper hand<br />
in this little charade<br />
cause I've spent too many nights here on the floor<br />
waiting for something inside you to change<br />
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Don't look back in anger now is all that you can see<br />
cause angers all I got to keep me warm when you're away<br />
and I know that this is nothing new<br />
but tonight it's all I know<br />
disconnect myself from your memory<br />
and never feel anything at all<br />
to justify with all your words<br />
don't mean anything to me<br />
cause I've cut you off<br />
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So here we stand and face each other<br />
we've got nothing to say<br />
a flashback to another time<br />
when silence was a welcomed friend<br />
now I'm sorry I can never really say<br />
all the things going on inside my head<br />
silence is a justified expression of my war<br />
now nothings like it was before<br />
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Don't look back in anger now is all that you can see<br />
cause angers all I got to keep me warm when you're away<br />
and all your words and all your actions<br />
don't mean anything to me<br />
cause I've cut you off<br />
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Don't look back at anger<br />
Don't look back at anger<br />
Don't look back at anger<br />
It's just a memory<br />
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It's easy to forget your face<br />
and it's easy to survive in this place<br />
without you, without you<br />
I just comb my hair and wash my face<br />
keep straight ahead and keep my pace<br />
just think about nothing, I might never be alright<br />
well I got my friends, I got my pen<br />
got a million distractions to keep me warm<br />
and I know that I'll be alright, that I'll be alrightUnknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588725374456174558.post-64978527963763846872010-12-14T11:43:00.000-07:002010-12-14T11:43:00.091-07:00Dustin Kensrue | Sufjan Stevens<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0RbWg0UCKE?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0RbWg0UCKE?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br />
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These songs were a big inspiration to starting Herod the Fink last year.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588725374456174558.post-85329774720096155622010-12-13T09:35:00.001-07:002010-12-13T09:36:28.768-07:00Random Christmasness> This year, I've learned that if you focus on protecting your precious time, you end up with a lot of empty hours. If you try to find a way to good things and stretch yourself, time issues have a way of working themselves out.<br />
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> Natalie and I have went to Hale Center Theater's production of "A Christmas Carol" on Saturday. I had forgotten how beautiful the language is, and what a poignant message of Christ is within. It is amazing how often this classic story is redone (or butchered as the case may be) and how in almost every case Christ is removed altogether. Give me the original or give me nothing. A Muppet Christmas Carol might be my lone exception, but even that version uses lots of passages from the original text.<br />
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> I have been amazed at the response at our living room shows. It has been so much fun to share this music with so many people, and to realize that the world is full of really good souls. <br />
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> Growing up, I knew the right "Sunday school" answers as to why Christmas is special, but is has only been much more recently that it has really sunken in. The Creator of the world condescended into the humblest circumstances in order to allow his Father's most prize creation (us) to reach our full potential. He came into a world that was lost, and claimed victory for all who would follow him. I can't put it any better than Dustin Kensrue in his song "This is War."<br />
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<b>This is War</b><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">by Dustin Kensrue</span><br />
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This is war like you ain't seen.<br />
This winter's long, it's cold and mean.<br />
Where hang dark hearts which stood condemned,<br />
But the tide turns now at Bethlehem.<br />
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This is war and born tonight,<br />
The Word is flesh, the Lord of Light,<br />
The Son of God, the low-born king;<br />
Who demons fear, of whom angels sing.<br />
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This is war on sin and death;<br />
The dark will take it's final breath.<br />
It shakes the earth, confounds all plans;<br />
The mystery of God as man.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588725374456174558.post-77644283496980827122010-11-15T11:21:00.000-07:002010-11-15T11:21:30.825-07:00We Want to Play Your Living RoomSo the Christmas season is officially upon us. I understand that there is a large segment of strictly "only after Thanksgiving" people, and that's okay but the fact is that the big day is just around the corner. Herod the Fink is looking to book a few more house shows this holiday season. We will come and play an acoustic set for free. All we ask for is a few friends, some egg nog or hot chocolate, and a few claps after songs. If you are curious what this show will look/sound like we've recorded some video:<br />
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We put together a list of dates that we would be available for said shows. <br />
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NOV: 22, 29, 30<br />
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DEC: 2, 6, 10, 18, 20, 21<br />
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To book a show, you can either email me directly or use the <a href="http://herodthefink.com/contacts">contact form</a> on our website.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-588725374456174558.post-61061417421542435692010-10-20T11:19:00.000-06:002010-10-20T11:19:34.209-06:00Randomizations<ul><li>I've been thinking about doing a "life lessons from solitaire" post.</li>
<li>Abby makes us laugh out loud multiple times a day. I am so lucky to have the family I do. </li>
<li>I had a lot of fun coaching a co-ed middle school aged soccer team this fall. We did pretty well, and I gained a much greater appreciation for coaches. </li>
<li>Construction is driving me batty. 7800 South has been torn up since the beginning of summer. I've heard from a reliable source that the sewer pipe they just finished installing was an experimental material and it failed so they are digging it all up and replacing it. Awesome. I feel like a lab rat every time I head home. UDOT is watching to see how creative I can be when finding <strike>cheese</strike> home.</li>
<li>I'm sad that County Cup did not happen again, but if you really don't have the time and means then you just don't have it. Sorry guys. </li>
<li>Real Salt Lake are a really fun team to watch. Every time I leave a game, I think how incredible it is that we have a team, a stadium, and that they are both excellent. </li>
<li>I've had a handful of people ask, and yes, Herod the Fink is looking to play some shows in November and December. Our set will probably run from 45 minutes to an hour. We will just play acoustic so it won't be terribly loud. We are thinking "living room" type shows. Low lights, some egg nog, some fun original Christmas tunes, with some covers thrown in. Contact me if you want to set one up. </li>
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Sometimes you don't need a good reason to make an awkward dance animated gif.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2