The Sublime Roundabout

So, in spite of all my apparent refinements, at the end of the day I'm just another dude. I like football. I know it's banal, but I'm a huge fan of college football. I like hot dogs. Give me a foot long chili cheese dog from Sonic with a side of tots and I'm golden. I also like a big juicy burger. The best - hands down - is Apollo Burger in Orem on State. Whenever I'm in Utah I get one... But Five Guys isn't bad (but expensive!) and Carl's has been a favorite of mine since I was a kid. They just opened one in the area so I'm stoked about that... I like classic rock. I don't know if this is a strictly "dude" thing or not, but I enjoy it. Journey, Queen, Led Zepplin, Ozzy, Pink Floyd, the Eagles... Even some Guns-n-Roses and Metallica. My favorite has got to be the Beatles, though. I'm an ice cream junkie. Rocky Road is my favorite, but I'll eat just about anything. I'm not a huge fan of those super-sweet cake varieties,

I know two very important things: 1. Not as many people read this blog as I would hope. I don't feel bad about that, just a reality. It's all good. 2. I don't know everything I would like to know. I'm OK with that, too. I am still learning and growing. I'll stop when I'm dead. PS - I don't want to die. Well, maybe when I'm 150 or something. But this time of year, when thoughts turn to gratitude and blessings and the like, it's natural for people to reflect on how they've been blessed. So in that vein - (and in no particular order) - 1. I am grateful for my body. It's gotten me around so far, and is holding up pretty well. I'm not going to win any beauty contests or be on any magazine covers, but I like who I am and I am grateful for a healthy body to house my soul. 2. I am grateful for family. I don't think I need to expound on that. 3. I am grateful for friends. Friends... Some close, some distant, all valued and valuab

it seems a lifetime or just a second ago bridged water or dams over-topped stars shift in position and return again the moon shines reflecting light in the night sands blow in the desert and tides ebb and flow like the breath in my chest like my heartbeat the day dawns cold and clear the sun shines bright but the terrors of the night still linger near yet slowly the sepulcher fingers release their grasp and life flows into depressed scars slowly and gently yet inexorably the wounds heal in spite of remaining marks the rains of november water the fields and bring the promise of new life tomorrow