Monday, August 31, 2009


I will accept my strengths.

I will accept my imperfections.

I will befriend who I am.

Sad. Joyful. Serious. Silly. Angry. Jealous. Trusting. Vindictive. Forgiving. Shy. Outgoing. Overenthusiastic. Insecure. Confident. Pure. Lustful. Self-conscious. Ambivalent. Wise. Ignorant. Empathetic. Fluid. Stubborn. Insightful. Shallow. Weak. Strong.

So often I get caught up in what I feel that I need to be, and all of the reasons why I am not.

I think that I need to see myself as a being moving forward on a path towards betterment in all things; and not as a being that would be great if certain traits could just be lanced off.


I am not supposed to talk about politics or religion with customers at my bookstore, but that doesn't prevent the customers from talking about politics and religion to me.

"Where would I find books by conservatives? Limbaugh, O'reiley, Beck?"

Upstairs in the politics section.

"Show me."


"That Glenn Beck has some great ideas."

I watched Glenn Beck offer to take topless pictures of a fellow reporter.

"Yup we should put somebody like Beck in charge. Get rid of this Hussein guy."

Hussein doesn't pretend to pour gasoline on people.

"I can't believe all of the shit he is trying to pull!"

What? Like giving you healthcare?

"You know, it's your generation that is going to pay for all crap he's doing."

I left him with the trinity.

Obama is just the Roto-Rooter guy.
His tool: a bazillion dollar pipe snake.
His job: to clear the steaming pile that the people in control for the last 30 years let build up in the pipes.

The guy was right though, I am the one who is stuck with the bill.

Friday, August 28, 2009


I felt powerful today.

I felt limber, fast, and strong.

I don't usually strive for "power" in a physical sense.

But today I just felt like I could kick somebody's ass.

Friday, August 14, 2009


My friend gave life to a baby boy today.

Words cannot express the magnitude of this event, nor my absolute reverence for it. If there is such a thing as a miracle, it is childbirth.

I love you Summer, Greg, and Alex.

Saturday, August 8, 2009


I was driving home from work caught up in my thoughts. My moody music blaring and resonating with my moody mood. I was going a little too fast.

I like to put my little Corolla through its paces.

Coming to an abrupt stop at a light, I looked out to my left and was struck by an expansive view of the sky. My usual five foot five inch perspective shot out into the emptiness and I felt small.

It was good for me.

(The picture was taken later in Sugarhouse.)

Tuesday, August 4, 2009


To all the people who read my blog through the email notifications:

I have added a music playlist to the blog site and I am going to choose a theme song for each post. Think of it as a double whammy of Scotty entertainment. So... you might miss out on something special if you just read the email. For instance; the theme song for my last post is "where do you go?" by No Mercy... Like I said, you might miss out on something special. 

Road Trippin'

Some of my fondest memories during High School were driving with my friends.

We never required anything special to do. Music, Halo, food, a trampoline, a car, and each other were all we needed. We usually met at my house and went from there.

Two would play Halo and one would read.
One would draw, one would play DJ, and two would talk.
All five would have deep philosophical discussion.
One would do a backflip, two would try to copy, one would say "screw it" and do a front flip.
Four would call: "SHOTGUN NO BATTLE!!" driver wold shake his head.
One would drive, four would play DJ, all five would sing along.


The woman stopped at the light next to us starts laughing.

We would drive around in circles through the city, sharing anger, rejection, love, aggression, and joy through the songs we chose.
The Beatles
Blind Melon
Breaking Benjamin
Cat Power
Eve 6
Foo Fighters
Franz Ferdinand
Gnarls Barkley
Jimmy Eat World
Johnny Cash
The Kill Bill Soundtracks
Led Zeppelin
Linkin Park
Modest Mouse
Our Lady Peace
Queens of the Stone Age
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Snow Patrol
Stone Temple Pilots
Tenacious D

We didn't talk, we felt.

The wind blew across our faces, and the street lamps blurred as they passed.

Doodle 5

Imagination is the key.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Little Chicken

"Run free!!! For now..."

I find the idea of "free range" meat horribly ironic. We make sure the animal has the best life possible. The best life possible before we snatch it from the verdant fields full of flowers, butterflies, and sunshine and kill it.

"Free range" is definitely more humane than the mass produced parade that is fed into our nation's huge industrial meat grinders; but still...