Interesting thing, death. Not that I know anything about it. But I can imagine.

This thought came to me today, the one written just above. And as I wrote it, thinking it would be the beginning of some great essay, it became at once both inane and enlightening. I will allow you to judge its silliness, but let me tell you why I thought it worth a second look. You see, it is true. I know nothing, comparatively, about death. Nor do I know anything, comparatively, about love. About trust. About friendship and heartache and betrayal and sin and forgiveness and fear and happiness. In comparison, I know nothing. The depth of that original thought, the one written above, comes in the overwhelming fact that I know, and am, nothing. Nor will I ever been much of anything. In comparison. And comparison is how things are measured, are they not? Yet I heard it once said that "comparison is the thief of joy."(It has been attributed to both Theodore Roosevelt and author Dwight Edwards) So what is it? Either I am nothing, compared to others, stuck in misery, or I am without measure, oblivious to others and happy. Or is it neither? If I am actually something, instead of nothing, then my whole argument is false.

Without measure. I didn't realize the impact of that phrase, the other meaning to it, until I wrote it out. For isn't that a way God and his knowledge and blessings are described? "Without measure." He promises us that, if we obey, align our will with His. And isn't it also true that God is no respecter of persons. He does not compare us to each other. He loves each of us, sees us all of "great worth" (D&C 18:10) and infinite potential. It's as if He has blinders on when looking at us. We will be judged, yes, but not in comparison to what so-and-so did and what we did. But just what we did. Where our heart is at. There is no one else to compare us to, it's just us. And yes, we are nothing. The scriptures tell us that. And yet, they tell us of the infinite potential we have as well.

Interesting thing, God. Not that I know anything about Him. And yet, I do.


Yes, yes it is 3:19 a.m. I've been edited photos for the past 3+ hours and my face feels disconnected from my head. Odd. Very odd.

How about some photos, not edited, but equally as visual as any other photo. Whoa, yeah, I'm super tired. 

I was practicing my Spanish one night instead of going to sleep ...

 I went to Portland a couple weekends ago. These are my feet, waiting at the SLC airport.

I brought a sweatshirt to Portland. I should've brought a parka. It was freakin' freezing, especially waiting outside the Portland Temple for Bart and Gayleen. (Cuz they were getting married!)

The Portland Temple has a visitor's center with Books of Mormon in lots of languages. I pretended to be a non-member at first. It was fun, the sister missionaries and senior couple getting all excited to tell me stuff I already knew. Haha. 

Next came Washington. This is a bridge.

This is another bridge.

 This is my grandpa. He — is awesome. 

This is Bart and Gayleen. They got married. Remember?

Stevie and me. How it should be. "BFF for live baby, woah!"

This is Seattle and my feet again, waiting at the ferry. Some guy was talking to himself and pacing near me, each time getting closer to me. So I left. 

And flew home, to Utah. It really is home now. Washington is where I grew up, but Utah is home. 

I'm a horrible pet owner.

I'm alright at handlettering though. I got paid for this beauty. It went on a wedding invitation.

I bought this shirt. Yes, yes those are sequins. Jealous ...

Turns our you need a typhoid shot if you're going to Chile. And a flu shot if you're going into the MTC. And meningococcal meningitis too. But let's focus on what's really important — my arms are awesome! 

Catherine sent me this. So. Awesome. Her friends are
obviously pretty cool.  

I feel like I'm just dumping my phone photos on my blog without filtering them. ... Oh well. 

Jessica made me this card.

Me and Gayleen have really good "textanges" — exchanges via texting. This is a tid-bit.

Alright I think that's it. Good night. :)


Holy buckets, Peter!

(10 points to whoever can name that movie.)

I don't have any time to write, but I did want to share my Instagram profile, so you can see all my crappy-photos-made-somehow-cool-with-hazy-filters! I'm not gonna lie, I like it when I get a lot of "likes" on a photo, but I take photos mostly for my own sake, to keep a visual record of my everydays.

[recent photo - Sluy's Bakery in Poulsbo. Mmmm, boy.]