The Beginning of It All
Well, what a marvelous day it is to be sitting in the HBLL in lovely Provo, UT. Ok, so it's actually 7:40 at night, I've been on campus all day, haven't eaten since 1:30, and I'm anxious to get out of here. The reason I'm sitting here writing this blog is because I really don't have the brainpower (or any other power for that matter) to think on deeper topics; say, for example, how I'm going to afford driving back and forth from Orem everyday with gas at $2.87 a gallon.
But alas, here fate has found me, surrounded by other hard working students in the periodicals section of the library. Or perhaps they're not as hard working as they appear. Perhaps, just perhaps, like me they are sitting there gazing down at their textbooks and marriage prep assignments, but actually wondering, "what am I doing here? Who am I? Where did I come from? Where Am I going?" Ok, ok, so maybe they're not thinking about the golden questions. Who knows, maybe they're not even Mormon, but being at BYU I would have to wager that they are, even though I'm not in the habit of wagering.
Back to the weightier matters of blogging. It seems that for 14 minutes a day, for 50 days (let's see...that's...700 minutes...which is...a little over 11 hours!) I can think of some productive way to put this whole ordeal to some use. Instead of just, as they say, "chewing the fat" for this part of my existence perhaps I could ponder the deeper meanings of life, figure out some unsolvable problem (how many licks does it really take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop?), or maybe just start writing my Book of Mormon paper. This is the world wide web we're talking about. Who knows who might stumble across my work. The CEO of Random House? A producer from ABC? Or maybe the tootsie roll owl himself?
Maybe a "journal noir" is in order. I could start every entry:
But alas, here fate has found me, surrounded by other hard working students in the periodicals section of the library. Or perhaps they're not as hard working as they appear. Perhaps, just perhaps, like me they are sitting there gazing down at their textbooks and marriage prep assignments, but actually wondering, "what am I doing here? Who am I? Where did I come from? Where Am I going?" Ok, ok, so maybe they're not thinking about the golden questions. Who knows, maybe they're not even Mormon, but being at BYU I would have to wager that they are, even though I'm not in the habit of wagering.
Back to the weightier matters of blogging. It seems that for 14 minutes a day, for 50 days (let's see...that's...700 minutes...which is...a little over 11 hours!) I can think of some productive way to put this whole ordeal to some use. Instead of just, as they say, "chewing the fat" for this part of my existence perhaps I could ponder the deeper meanings of life, figure out some unsolvable problem (how many licks does it really take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop?), or maybe just start writing my Book of Mormon paper. This is the world wide web we're talking about. Who knows who might stumble across my work. The CEO of Random House? A producer from ABC? Or maybe the tootsie roll owl himself?
Maybe a "journal noir" is in order. I could start every entry:
Well, Utah certainly isn't hot and muggy tonight. And the cool fresh air certainly is enticing. And, what do you know, our 14 minutes together are up. Tune in next episode for...well...something worth reading, I'm sure.The night was muggy. 'ot and muggy. I was feelin' kinda lonely sitting behind my desk, eager to erase the last case from my mind. That's when she walked in.
posted by Ben Smith | 7:39 PM
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