'Nuff Said

“ . . . no one ever considers himself an expert if he really knows his job. A man who knows a job sees so much more to be done than he has done, that he is always pressing forward and never gives up an instant of thought to how good and how efficient he is. Thinking always ahead, thinking always of trying to do more, brings a state of mind in which nothing is impossible. The moment one gets into the “expert” state of mind a great number of things become impossible.
“I refuse to recognize that there are impossibilities. I cannot discover that any one knows enough about anything on this earth definitely to say what is and what is not possible. The right kind of experience, the right kind of technical training, ought to enlarge the mind and reduce the number of impossibilities. It unfortunately does nothing of the kind. Most technical training and the average of that which we call experience, provide a record of previous failures and, instead of these failures being taken for what they are worth, they are taken as absolute bars to progress. If some man, calling himself an authority, says that this or that cannot be done, then a horde of unthinking followers start the chorus: “It can’t be done.””

Henry Ford
My Life and Work

L'art de vivre

As the Christmas holiday approaches and finals have begun to return to the hell from whence they came, I have realized that even with school being over, I am only going to have a few days off for Christmas. And considering that two of those days comprise the weekend, really I only have two free days. My first day off is the 22nd (Saturday) and I have to return to work on the 26th. I realize that my complaining may not be justified as others have much tougher work schedules than myself, and may even have to work on Christmas day itself. What I am trying to explain in this post is that we as Americans take our jobs too seriously. The French have what they call l'art de vivre (the art of living). They don't live to work, they work to live. Every holiday possible, including many we haven't heard of here in the States, will get every employee at least one day off. Tuesday holidays are a good enough reason to take Monday off and make it a four day weekend (faire le pont). Some well-meaning capitalists would be outraged at such an attitude. "Time is money" seems to be the slogan here. But is money so important? Our society has become so infatuated with commercialism and keeping one up on our neighbor that while we are more prosperous than even, we are also working harder than ever in order to afford the lifestyle we have become accustomed to living. I'm not saying it is bad to want to have a good life, but for crying out loud, take some time off and relax a little. How are you going to enjoy your new toys if you are working 24/7. Life's too short not to enjoy it a little. So go out to a movie, take a nap, read a book or kiss a girl (or boy, depending on your gender or sexual orientation). Live your life, not your job!

I Am

I am not overjoyed. I am not sad. I am not eccentric. I don't like birds, bugs or icecream. I don't want sugar in my coffee. I don't have to smile when I'm pleased. I am not sick. I am not well. I'm not here to please you. I am not here to displease you. I've never been to Singapore. I've never killed a man, I've never struck another in anger. I am not a rock. I am not an island. I cannot prevent forest fires. I am not outgoing. I am not your mother. I am not your father. I am not your conscience. I am in love. I am not perfect, and I will not be satisfied until I am.

A Blog With A Moral

I was just barely studying in a remote corner of the fourth story of a building on campus, when an irresistable wave of sleepiness overcame me. Since no one else was around and I felt quite secluded, I decided to kick off my shoes, lay back, and enjoy a quick catnap before going to work. At some point during my slumber I heard two guys walk by. Apparently the desire to judge and criticize me was just too great, because I heard, as they walked away, "Who does he think he is? This isn't his house." First moral to this story, don't judge others. You never know all the circumstances to a situation, especially a situation you witnessed while walking by on your way to some destination. I've seen others doing what I did, in much more public places. I have no problem with that, as long as you are not taking up unjustly amounts of space that others desire to occupy. Moral two, always give others the benefit of the doubt unless you have a good reason to do otherwise. It can be hard not to judge others by their appearance, but would you really want others to do the same to you? What if I'd have been up all night fighting a fire and saving orphans? And last, but not least, don't be a douchebag. If you have something you are just dying to say about someone else, have the courage to say it to their face. If you don't dare say that thing you want to get off of your chest directly to the person concerned, chances are you are making a hypocritical judgment. "Let he who is without sin first cast a stone." We all have an obligation, as human beings, to respect those around us. No matter what position you are in, how famous you are or how much money you make, nothing gives you the right to disrespect someone for no reason at all.
Join me next time, I will be discussing our moral obligations to trees. . .

Women's Basketball, encore

Here I sit once again at women's basketball. I actually used to like the John M. Huntsman Center, but now that I have spent so many hours here doing something that I detest, I could care less if I never set foot in here again. That being said, I saw the movie Wristcutters the other day, and I really enjoyed it. It was very well done and quite amusing. I was glad that my buddy, let's call him Shmandon, brought my attention to this film. It was about a dude who "offs" himself after being dumped by his girlfriend and ends up in a world, like this one only crappier and filled with other people who have "offed" themselves. There he finds out his ex killed herself too, and he goes looking for her. On the way, he and his Russian friend find a hitchhiker who has come to this place by accident (overdose). Our hero falls for her, and they end up together in the end. Sounds cheesy and all, but it was freaking hilarious. I loved the Russian friend's music (When there is trap, set out for you. . .). Another movie I recently saw and loved was Reign Over Me. Don Cheadle was great and I hope that Adam Sandler wins an Oscar for his performance. So actually this post didn't really have anything to do with women's basketball, it simply described the setting that this blog was written in.

Utah Women's Basketball

Here I sit, waiting for the game to start. I can't help but yawn, as I was here late last night and early this morning. I showed up a little over an hour before the game was scheduled to start. The life of a women's basketball manager is not a glamorous one. Little thanks and lots of rebuke are in store when one dabbles in a profession like this. "I get no respect." You got that one right, Rodney.
Thousands of seats remain empty. I could yell to my fellow manager down on the floor and he would have no problem hearing me. He looks almost as excited as I am. At least I have access to the internet. . .
The games will start momentarily, thank the heavens, I will now have something to occupy my attention. Two hours of not having to worry about getting chewed out for something that is not my fault. Two, short, wonderful hours. The only thing better would be, let's see, to not be here at all?

Capri Sun

I have recently rediscovered the delicious flavor of Capri Sun. Now, if you remember the commercials for Capri Sun in the 90's, this liquid beverage turns the drinker into a silvery mercury substance. In the form of this mercury substance, one can move at superhuman speed and can even fly. However, when returning to human form, you always have a skateboard in your hands. Don't ask me why, it is all part of the miracle that is Capri Sun. One friend has expressed his fears that the effects of turning into a mercury blob may have cancerous implications, prostate cancer implications. So while I continue to drink this pleasant fruit flavored drink, I try to avoid turning into anything mercury, cuz I don't want to get prostate cancer.

First, and possibly last, blog

I am super new to this whole blogging experience, and I don't know why I decided to call my blog Sweaty's Page. If I remember how to get back to my blog, rest assured that there will be some sweet blogging going on. Check back to see if my quest to become a legit blogger
succeeds. . .