Logan Blogaday - Day Nine

Confession: I've entirely forgotten what number day this is. I'm hoping it's nine because the last one I typed was eight. I could honestly be way off. Boy would that be embarrassing.

So a couple of cool things from today. Most importantly, some Murray boys that Marissa lives close to have been doing some serious trash-talk about Taylorsville. Topics of derision included our building, our football team, and our Ultimate skills. Marissa, being the good person she is, stood up for our Ultimate skills. Atta girl.

When me and Levi discovered this trash talk tonight from our informant, we immediately got excited. This sort of behavior can only lead to one logical resolution- Ultimate Showdown.

We're very excited about this. All six of us are on board. We're debating whether we should play with six or whether we should import a seventh guy or even find some subs. We're planning on delivering a challenge to them officially sometime tomorrow if we can. We're looking at next Tuesday for the showdown. We've got a planning meeting sometime tomorrow in the apartment that will include a whiteboard with at least two colors of markers. I'm stoked.

Because after all, this is bigger than just me. This is bigger than just Ultimate even. This is about where I come from and representation. This is for Mama Withers and Coach Hansen and T and even for the architect of our prison-resembling schoolhouse. This is for the boys who won't be able to make it to our Tuesday showdown- Kirt, Santy, Shelton, Glen, all those folks. This is even for the ladies on the hill. This is about Taylorsville. Yep. We're going to make you all proud.

Hopefully we'll have some documentation from the game to show here come Wednesday or so. We'll at least try to score some pictures or do a recap. In any even, this is something that we're committed to doing. We will have a showdown.

This has me really excited.

Walking home from campus today I stopped at the light to wait for the nice sign to say, "walk". Sitting there I realized that three of the six or so people at the corner had things shoved into their ears. Two of them had headphones, another guy had a blue-tooth headset.

It had never struck me before, and it wasn't a big deal this time either, but I realized that 50% of the people at the street corner had made a conscious decision to abandon the information that their environment was sending to them through their ears and substitute it for something of their own choosing. The world was offering them truth through sound waves, and they were whole-heartedly ignoring it and listening to what they had deemed pleasing.

I know this is a stupid philosophical vein I'm following here, and it's not like I'm crazy and upset about this. I just noticed it today for the first time, so I figured I'd explore it a bit.

I just don't really see the validity of thinking you are fully qualified to ignore the world around you. Do you really know enough about what's going on to cut off 20% of your sensory organs and devote them to listening to something you think is cool? That scares the crap out of me. Music you choose to listen to isn't offering you any chance to learn something about your environment. I think of it as the world offering you information through your ears. You're choosing to ignore that information. That seems incredibly prideful to me. Are you qualified to make that call?

So I know that's a bit extreme. But still. Sorta weirded me out to think of it like that. I really really love hearing what's going on. I'm a lot more terrified of ear-buds than I ever was before. I want to keep myself open to any auditory information that I will potentially be offered. There's just no chance of hearing that with ear-buds. Maybe I could learn something good. Or maybe I could listen to the goo goo dolls. And while I do love the goo goo dolls, I'd rather not get hit by a bus.

We get a sweet internet connection tomorrow. Score!

Calculus is looking super sweet. I love getting into it. Physics is actually really really cool too. My professor is a nut-case. The only word I can think of to explain his lecturing is frantic. It's delivered at break-neck speed, but not the kind of break-neck speed where he instinctively knows what he's talking about and we should to, oh no, it's the kind of speed where he's being followed by several mysterious men in black sunglasses and he's running for his life because he has no idea what's going in. I know that he knows the material, he just exudes these mannerisms that really make him seem jumpy to me. I know he's not nearly as extreme as I'm making him out to be, but at least it keeps me awake in class as I laugh about the prospect of 40 armed guys bursting into the room to cart him away for something. He just seems like he's running from everyone, I sorta like it.

I'm debating whether to go home or stay up here this weekend. I went home last weekend, and I'm ceratainly going home next weekend. It'd be nice to go to my ward up here, and it'd be a really good opportunity to get really deep into my homework and get some stuff done. There are a few people up here I'd really like to spend some time with too. On the other hand, though, a lot of my roommates are headed home, and that makes life up here lonely. It's a three-day weekend, so that makes going home worth a little more. Lots of people in Salt Lake I'd like to see, and there are a few old textbooks I'd like to get from my siblings down there. It looks like I'll be staying up here, but we'll see.

I've been pretty happy today. Things have gone really well. I'm enjoying all of my classes. I'm hoping to give blood on Friday. It's hard to schedule such a thing because I kept my classes very close together, and I'm pretty much booked through the day until after the vampires go away. I have a bit of time potentially tomorrow, but it's right before my Ultimate class. I don't actually have to go to that class tomorrow, but it would be a good opportunity to go and just play. We'll see. But I do really want to give blood. I've never done it before, but I believe in it, so I'd like to do it.

It looks like tomorrow will be a good day, but I have a lot that I need to get done. I've got a calculus assignment that I haven't started yet that I'll need to do. It's going to be fun doing it, I know, but I have no idea what to expect. We went over some of the problems in class today, and it actually looked really fun. I just hope that I get it done. I've got some physics to do online too, that'll be cool. I'm a big nerd, but I've got a lot of homework to get done tomorrow.

Pretty good day. I hope that you're all doing really well. I'm happy that we're friends. I suppose that if you're reading this because you stumbled upon it from elsewhere, well, you could be weirded out by that. But I'm talking to my friends. If you don't count yourself in that group, sorry, maybe we can be friends once you stop being a weirdo who's just reading my blog and we actually meet and share meaningful experiences together. In the meantime, friends, thanks for being here. To Melissa, I'm glad you're blogging too, that makes me happy. I'm glad that you're doing well in school. Keep your chin up, you're gonna do great. To, well, I don't have a personal note for anyone else right now. So, yeah, you're all cool too.

Merry blogaday day nine! I'm off for some study and then bed. Sleep well friends, you're swell.