the simple joys...

I just recieved this book for Christmas. I couldn't be more pleased.

random thoughts

Moderation in all things, thats what I say. Last post on here I was at an extreme. That is extremely busy. Now, post-finals, post-Christmas, I am at the other extreme. I have been in Arizona for a while, a little over a week, with my family here. Here are some of my thoughts.
-I don't like spongebob. It is mindless. But because I am bored out of my mind, I am watching it with my niece and nephew.
-I love Christmas. There is giving and recieving that surpasses every other time of year.
-I will not have kids for a long time. I haven't the patience. I don't think anybody does until they have to and they have the children to teach it to them. Also, I lack the requisite wife.
-I love popular science. Thats because I love technology. But not as much as I love you.
-Am I the only one that thinks these two should get together?
Application Concept
Don't worry, I already emailed both of them about the other. Thats how bored I am.
-Speaking of, I just thought of somebody else I can email to vanquish boredom. I was in Albuquerque this summer, and met somebody who had a first edition Book of Mormon. Wow. I wonder how many of those are still out there? Not very many, there wasn't that many when it was first published, only 5000. and that was in...1830? I'm not sure, but anyway, I thought I would email some of the folks at F.A.R.M.S. and see what they think. Any thoughts? Should the owner keep it for posterity, or sell it to the Church for posterity? Or give it? Lemme know what you think.

Absurd

People of my generation are often told that we are chosen, that we are special, that we are more mature, that we have more expected out of us, etc, etc. Well guess what? I think they are right on that last one. I am only taking a couple classes, and there is just too much to do. And that is aside from absolutely essential life activities. I'd like to echo Elton Johns words in a very unromantic way, theres "more to do than can ever be done". Lets count it up, shall we?

Go to church
Read the scriptures
Say your prayers
Magnify your calling
Worship in the temple
Serve in your community
Don't skip class
Study outside of class
Stay in touch with old friends
Make new friends
Date
Meditate
Socialize
Excercise
Home Teach
Go to Family Home Evening
Spend time with your real family
Keep a clean living space
Read good literature
Keep a journal


And in between it all, find time for to laugh, sleep, eat, cry, breath. You should fit heigene in there too. You're a grown up, so get a job. Find time for a creative outlet, you know, paint, sculpt, act, write something, maybe a blog.

Oh, and don't forget...relax.

If you can't tell, my soul feels a little oppressed. I think this is all ridiculous. Absurd. Nonsense. I sometimes want to scream to those that we look to for council "I CAN'T DO IT ALL!!! IT IS ABSOLUTELY IMPOSSIBLE!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!"
But that would be bad I think.

And unfortunately I don't see any cure.

I would put cool links in this and color and order, but guess who doesn't really have time for that?

dirty little secret.

confession. i like the black-eyed peas.

beautiful.

This is as close to a spiritual experience on mass-media television as I have ever experienced.

my homeboy.

Here is something my friends and I did for fun. And Profit hopefully.

recognition

I saw a girl on campus on Thursday that I recognized from my freshman year here. I think her name is/was Brittany. She worked behind the counter at Teryaki Stix. I would go there for lunch on most days, and she was there most days. Our exchanges went something like this.
Her - "Hi, can I take your order?"
Me - "Ya, I'd like a gioza bowl, please."
Her - "That will be (fill in price here)."
I hand her my dining plus card, she hands me a receipt and gioza bowl. "Thank you" and "Thanks" finish the deal.
On one of the last days of the Summer term, she struck up conversation more than the normal business transaction. She asked if I was staying for the coming semester, I said yes, and she gave me her number and said we should go do something some time.
This very much caught me off guard. I was barely 18, and I wondered, does this girl know I'm not older? I think shes at least 20, maybe I'm imagining that. I had a hard enough time asking out girls I knew, much less complete srangers. I never called her, and I didn't eat at Teryaki Stixs anymore.
I don't think she recognized me on Thursday. I remember her being taller, but then again it has been almost four and a half years. I'm 22 now. Maybe she shrunk.

Comedy

My rommate Ben suggested thatI write a standup comedy bit using all the stories that I tell. Most of them are about my family and my mission. Somehow, though, comedy about ones family reminds me of Ray Romano. We could call my comedy "Everybody Forgets About Austin". It would be hysterical, but nobody would remember.

the thing is gone from me...

I had a dream last night, and I would like to tell you all about it, but the thing is gone from me. I remember remembering it. I remember being rather surprised how well I could remember it. And there was a username and password of somebeody else in the dream, and I could remember that. But somewhere between waking and sleep, the things began to slip away. I thought, "I'll go tell the guys about my dream. I'll tell them about how...well...I don't remember that part anymore. But I'll tell them about this part where...oh...I don't remember that anymore either." At this point I realized that it was all dissolving from memory, and that if I was going to recall any of it in a conscious hour, that I would have to make a conscious effort. I still remembered the username and password, I could tell them about that. It was...AH CRAP! I don't remember that either. It was..."cravat"? something "cravat"? and I think there was an "s-s-s" in there somehere. But thats it. Thats all I think I remember, I'm not even sure it is accurate. A little upsetting.

A strange man.

Last week I watched The Nightmare Before Christmas and then on Halloween night I watched Edward Scissorhands. Tim Burton. What a guy. He must be the posterchild for ever misunderstood outcast. I'd like to learn more about him. I'll bet a lot of the themes in his movies are autobiographical in nature. And I would really be interested to know what his views on religion are, because it is either not in his movies or not shown in a very pleasant light.

It would be so much fun to major in film. Then again, I do want to hang on to my morals. And someday support a family.

I really, really want this book
Really a lot.

Artist of the Day

Todays selection comes from Peter Adams, an artist that I stumbled upon after finding this wonderful site where recording artists can put up thier stuff.

A few days ago I was in a fender bender at work. It was in a tight spot and I looked away from the coworker who was backing me out, and when I looked back there wasn't enough time to stop. I cause some cosmetic damage to another BYU vehicle, a sedan. Today at work, my supervisor asked for my help in filling out the report. The BYU police wouldn't give him the information he needed for the report he needed to give to his boss. So I called the police, and they gave me the info. My boss was grateful, saying thank you, and it seemed to me funny that he was thanking me for helping him with a problem that I created.
The other supervisor on duty there also talked to me today, and was commenting on how good my diagram was on the report I had to fill out. Agreed, it was probably more detailed and entertaining than the usual accident report, but I just thought it was funny. Here I have caused an accident, and minor though it was, I am getting gratitude from one supervisor and accolades from the other.
This is not the first accident I've had at work. The other was when I went to the service station, and drove away with the gas nozzle still in the truck. It is now on my shelf as a memento. You know what they did to punish me after that? I got a 50 cent raise the next day. BYU is running the New Deal with on campus employment, and at least in my department, it doesn't seem to matter what you do.

I'm on a bit of a posting rampage. Tonight my friend Val asked my last name. Craig is my last name, says I. "Oh" says she "you were supposed to be the one that won a cuddle-sac at the Student Entrepreneurship Awards", an event I attended on campus a couple weeks ago. She was the Emcee there along with some chump. In order to win that prize, you had to be at the competition and be a member of of CEO, the Collegiate Entrepreneurs Organization. I had joined the club at the door because A: I am an aspiring entrepreneur, and B: there was a drawing for a cuddle-sac. Apparently the other emcee pulled my ticket and didn't get how the system worked, so he pulled another one and gave the thing to somebody else. I became visibly mad when she told me this, and then she told me to calm down, it wasn't a big deal. SHE WAS THE ONE THAT TOLD ME TO GO, SHE WAS THE ONE THAT SAID THEY WERE GIVING A BUNCH OF STUFF AWAY. THOSE THINGS ARE NICE AND VERY POPULAR AMONG THE COLLEGE CROWD. THEY ARE EXPENSIVE. I feel it should be expected that I would show a little frustration in the situation.

Blogging, for me, is so nar·cis·sis·tic. Nobody should be this self-indulgent.

I had a dream

I had a strange dream the other night. I dreamt that all the sci-fi/fantasy characters of popular culture got together and started a union. One of thier first orders of action was to distribute light-sabers to all members. So they all got one, Aragorn got one, Spiderman, and the whole rest of the crew. But you know what? Nobody wanted to give Spock a light-saber. I think it was because...well...what does Spock do? He doesn't have any powers, he doesn't even fight, should he even be in this union? Spock, obviously offended by this affront to his cult sci-fi status, just sat in the corner, muttering about the injustice of all these self righteous...muttermutter....

the blogging title

For those of you who were wondering, the name comes from a little trip that my dear friend Roger and I took to Chico CA to attend the national Yo-yo competition. My friend Meredith sent me a text saying she was on a roadtrip, and i responded by saying I was also on a roadtrip. However, in the T9 function in my T-Mobile phone, the word "roadtrip" did not show up when I put it in as one word. The not a word, "snafusis" showed up. I consulted with Roger, and we decided that it should be a word, probably a medical condition. We also got to talking about bands we have never formed. I have always intended on starting a band named "Wierdbeard and the Bigwigs" and Rog said that if he were a head man for a band, he would want his pseudonym to be "Pekish Vibe". We then made a fictitious headline from the evening news. In entertainment news, lead singer of the band Wierdbeard and the Bigwigs, Pekish Vibe, has suffered a mild physical snafusis. More at ten."

I did it. I gave in.

My sister in law suggested that I start a "blog". What a horrendous word that is. I think that is the sound produced when one drops anything large and gelatinous on a hard surface. "BLOG!"