Archive for April, 2010

Awards Season

First things first, I wasn’t named Man of the Year.

That honor went to Ben Croshaw, a very good guy and an absolute stud. Four of us 5 nominees had a men of the year dinner the night before and I really was in good company.

After that awards ceremony, a few other things happened.

Our annual Journalism and Communication (JCOM) Banquet was last week at Hamilton’s (swanky) and due to my post-adolescent awkwardness I decided not to attend because I didn’t want to show up alone.

That day, Catherine called me to see if I was going and last minute we hopped in the car and headed down to at least be there for the awards … just in case.

We arrived an hour and a half late but the food was just hitting the plates so we ordered and dined on some bomb Chicken Cordon Bleu (and Creme Brule, yum-yum).

Then the awards started. I had applied for scholarships but had received no indication that I would be receiving anything that night and no one even suggested that it be a good idea for me to be present. Good thing I was.

Outstanding Print Senior of the year and recipient of $2,500 from the Jon Glassman family endowment – as luck would have it, Catherine was also awarded identical awards immediately after me.

Oh yeah, and I’m the Editor-in-Chief of The Statesman next year.

Bring me summer, I need summer.

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Great Expectations

The boys and I created a little video for USU’s Fringe Festival. Judging by the quality of the other applicants, we might just have a shot at taking home a prize.

So, without further ado, here’s the movie. Go to to vote for us.
If you want to see the version that’s not missing it’s edge click here

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So, apparently I am worthy of competing for USU’s Man of the Year. Back when we were dating Katie decided it would be funny to nominate me for the Robins awards. Those selected as finalists get to attend a schwanky catered banquet full of delusions of grandeur and the nominaTORS are invited along as well. Hence, by nominating me we would be able to crash the party together. Today, I find myself without Katie and with an RSVP to the event.

A little background.

The Robbins awards are a distributed yearly in an awards ceremony that consists almost exclusively of members of ASUSU. You have to be nominated to be considered, and given the average student’s lack of interest the ASUSU officers merely scratch each others backs year after year. After their noms are in they use student funds to throw themselves a party, congratulate each other of another year of jobs well done and have a merry old time. Since it is for-them-by-them they aptly have bestowed upon it the rank of “most prestigious of USU awards” adding to their every growing plates of ego sandwitches.

To illustrate this, here is my competition for the MOTY title.

Tyler Tolsen — ASUSU President
Ben Croshaw — ASUSU Academic Senate President
Tyler Haws — ASUSU Student Advocate
Josh Nagao — ASUSU Programing Director
Me. Assistant Features Editor for the Utah Statesman.

One of these men is not like the others, one of these men doesn’t belong.

Don’t get me wrong, these are all great guys and I’m ‘honored’ to be among them. So on April 24th I’m going to put on my duds, stuff myself on free food and toast Tyler Tolsen as he is named MOTY.

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Today is big blogging day (three so far, but it’s only 11:30 so who knows). I’m ashamed that I forgot to post this before but one of my articles recently appeared in the March 2010 issue of Utah CEO Magazine. Depending on what you count as “published” this would be my first “real” article. Bring on the Ego massage!

Check it out here

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An Excerpt — Trespasses

Haven’t done this in a while, so we’re going to go into the archives.

My first attempt at writing a novel was something called “Trespasses” that I began my senior year of high school (in case your counting, that was 5 years ago). The story was going to seep with embedded symbolism and I made it 10 single-spaced pages in before throwing in the towel. I had actually thought that I deleted it, but in the process of transferring my files onto my new laptop it turned up.

I have mixed feeling about it, obviously, but this particular passage always makes me smile. The main character is based on myself, and this particular scene stems from my shattered relationship with my high-school girlfriend Camille. Enjoy!

She wanted marriage.He didn’t.It’s not that he didn’t care about her, just that in his head it seemed best for her if they ended it; he didn’t want her to waste her time and had no intention of growing up anytime soon.Besides, he was only 26.

-But I don’t want anyone else, I want you.

-This really is best for you, in a few weeks you’ll realize that.

He had actually ended it accidentally a few weeks prematurely when he tried to talk to her about “what they were doing.”He hadn’t meant to cut her off completely but she took what he was saying for a dumping and immediately ran off to play the jealousy game and wallow in her own self pity.Paul wasn’t exactly crushed because he was trying to suggest dating other people anyway and her little tantrum had saved him about twenty minutes of phone conversation.However, she was devastated and mutual friends loved reminding him so he eventually had to call her and give her the closure talk and tie up all the loose ends.

-How is it that after all this time you don’t care at all?

-Oh, come on, you know that’s not true.

-Then why did things have to change, why did anything have to happen?

-This really is best for you, in a few weeks you’ll realize that.

What exactly is closure? And for that matter, why do women depend on it so exclusively for their emotional survival?Is it really that hard to accept things changing and adapt without someone spelling out every detail of how they feel? Why can’t a man just say, I’m not what your looking for, we’ll be friends, you’ll find someone else?

-But I don’t want someone else I want you.

-This really is best for you, in a few weeks you’ll realize that.



Paul awoke with a start, unsure of where he was and breathing very heavily.The trees outside rustled in the fall wind and the streets were silent.He laid back down on his pillows and stared wide-eyed at the ceiling; a single bead of sweat slowly ran down his brow.

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A silent sigh…

I’m behind on blog posts. The last couple of weeks have been chock-full of developments that even having written multiple blogs has not been enough to capture everything. Hopefully in the next couple of days I can get to the succesful completion of my concert, my selection as a “Man of the Year” finalist, Great Expectations, and the hassles that have presented themselves in connection to my being elected as a state delegate for the republican national convention.

But first, california.

For spring break we took a little trip down to L.A., I’ll handle this chronologically.

We spent Friday driving and stopped in Vegas to make the trip easier to swallow. We didn’t check into our hotel till about 11:00 pm so we went for a quick stroll up and down the strip before sacking out. On our way down we stopped of at the Jenny Rose gas station which apparently has the dirtiest bathroom on the I-15 corridor. I don’t know, I spent the whole stop jumping.

Saturday morning we woke up and finished the drive to Sunny CA. We stayed in East L.A. about 10 minutes away from Seal beach where we spent the bulk of our first day, eating chinese food on the sand and walking along the pier before living it up in the hotel hot tub. The sun was already setting by the time we made it to the beach, and it was still a chilly march but after driving 13 hours to see the ocean I wasn’t about to wait before jumping in. I was alone in this endeavor, and my shorts stunk for the rest of the week.

Sunday we went to a local branch and dumped off our baggage (Trevor and Haillee) and spent the day wandering through Chinatown and downtown L.A. We ate lunch at an awesome chinese restaurant where Ronald Reagan had apparently visited at some point, bought incense and medicine balls and visited some wicked cool temple.

After that we headed downtown and checked out the Disney Performance Hall, played in a fountain and rode a 100-yard train that had been closed for 10 years but opened up the day we were there.

After the train ride we were admiring the view when it dawned on me that we were standing directly above the benches that Zooey Deschanel and Joseph Gordon-Leavitt use in (500) Days of Summer. I ran down, ecstatically, to sit on the bench only to find that the park containing them had closed one hour earlier. My friends walked away, laughing at my despair, and I proceeded to hop the fence, sprint to the bench, sit down, experience an epiphany of love, and return, victorious.

And, for good measure, we finished out the day by jumping some more.

We spent all of Monday on Seal Beach and hit Hollywood on tuesday where we participated in a classic american traidion …

… and paid tribute to the most influential people of our day…

Wednesday we drove to San Diego. Everyone else spent $40 to look at entrapped animals. I spent $5 on an orange juice and a large chocolate frosty and walked around L.A.’s Balboa Park by myself all day. Artisan shops, museaums, maritime treasures and the freedom of an unknown road. Priceless. After we met back up we headed out to Ocean Beach to catch the sunset on St. Patty’s day.

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We just found out this afternoon that Ryan Shupe will be appearing sans-rubber band with Peter Breinholt at our concert tomorrow. While I am ecstatic about what this could mean as far as potential audience base, I have no idea how we’re going to get the word out to everyone.

Still, if you’re reading this then at least you know. Wednesday April 7th at 7:00 p.m. Utah performers Peter Breinholt, Ryan Shupe and Falk will be playing a concert to raise money development in third world countries.

Bring out your dead.

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