His Sacred Name - An Easter Declaration

Its true.

Is Easter this year going to be something more than chocolate eggs and abnormally large fluffy bunnies?

The Sleepless Super Power for Finals

Its finals week here at BYU-I and many other campuses are wrapping up their semesters, making wishing students wish harder that they naturally- or unnaturally didn't need to sleep.


I think if we counted the most recent fb posts on our feeds we would find the majority of them are distress commentary regarding final over-load. Garth Pratt said the following: " I have three more papers due tomorrow and I haven't even started. Science, Genealogy, and another for English! Gotta get them A's!!!" and my lady friend has posted a moderately long list of hate comments on my wall for making  her have fun last night instead of writing her 15 page paper. I myself had a leisurely breakfast of "frenchtoast for finals" on monday followed up by some biscuits and gravy this morning. As Juan Whiting said: "Good food never hurt a thinkin man."


Amen, brother Juan, Amen. That being said read up on the newest and latest on the Wall Street and see if you don't need to sleep.


The Sleepless Elite - WSJ.com

Kayaking

Kayaking in the Hart pool. Its been good times yall. We finished last week for the semester. We got wet. It was lots of fun.  Its nearly time for the real thing.

The river.

Actually we should be doing some kayaking in the hart first part of next semester before we go to the river trips. So come check us out next semester!

I-Stache, In memory of

I-Stache in memory of. Its a one-of-a-kind phenomenon: the BYU-I-Stache.  Some wish it were and some wish it weren't. 

I returned from the Thanksgiving break some time ago with the beginnings of something great, a little blackish-reddish fuzz on my upper lip. To my dismay, as I walked down campus I noted many others with similar fuzz, apparently hopping on the trail ends of "No Shave November". Most everybody told me it looked ridiculous and it was a bad idea. I recall one girl in particular approaching me with her finger over her upper lip repeating the word "mo-les-stache". Another woman told me markedly that a mustache had come between her and a gentlemen or two before. All the same I was unphased. I was determined, I had vision. 

Sometime later, into the heart of winter, I do believe I triumphed. The stache began to twirl, and with the twirl came love. I kept it nice and trim and appropriately waxed as to maintain what professional appearance I could, and all in all, not wanting to over state the issue- I believe I received more positive comments than negative ones. Things like:

"Holy moly, what a fine stache."

"Holy cow, thats a legit mustache."

"Holy smokes, sir, your stache inspires me."

And that's all jesting aside. Now, that being said, all things need to come to an end, and somethings sooner rather than later, however a stache is not one of those things- it should come to an end precisely when its proper and due. One of those times is surely the spring equinox. Seeing that I enjoy celebrating days that actually mean something I decided I would sacrifice my stache on the day where everything is equal- the equinox- sacrifice it for the new season. Not to the pagan gods. And that is precisely what I did, with a little support from some friends, and to the consternation of others. No I am a man with a bare upper lip.

In closing- to all those men who desire to express their manhood and grow the I-Stache: be a man about it- wear it proudly, don't back down, and remember to let it breath in the cool air at night. 

To the women who must bear our manliness: rest in peace- staches don't go to heaven (of questionable doctrinal validity), and it could be worse.