I was born on October 12, 1971, at 2:56 in the morning, at St. Rose DeLima Hospital, in Henderson, Nevada. I am the youngest of five children with eight years between me and the nearest sibling. Not only the baby but the baby by a number of years...Ugh!(More on that later!) I grew up in East Las Vegas, Nevada, now given the more ascetically pleasing name of Whitney. I lived at 5022 Hayward Avenue for the better part of of my formative years, until the age of 23. I'm getting ahead of myself though. While I do have a Father, I don't have any memories of him and, to me anyways, he has been little more than a sperm donor. My earliest memory is of riding up and down the hallway on the first bike I ever got for Christmas. I also have fond memories of my sister Debra flying me like an airplane on top of her feet. My earliest memories are of my brothers being in the Military. I was proud of that fact, but I would compare my earliest memories of them feeling more like uncles than brothers, more due to distance and infrequency of contact more than anything else. I was always jazzed when either one came home. My core childhood family, at home, was my Mother and two sisters, Debra and Lynda. Both chased me around everywhere they went and helped me out with scouting and the like. My brothers John and Clint helped me with various projects involving Scouting as well. They were both an important part of my life.
I remember being babysat by Billy Worth's Mom and playing "Wonder Woman" with the little blonde haired girl that lived in the same Cul-de-Sac. I was always ending up in the bind of the Lasso of Truth. (Thus began my life long love of surfer girl blondes.) I also remember the super cool miniature Western Main Street the Sanders had built to the side of their house. I have fond memories of the Burnes family and their son Brett. He was a wonderful childhood friend. Peter Burnes Confirmed and Baptized me a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He also turned me on to "the Beach Boys" and "the Mamas and the Papas". I never can hear "Monday, Monday" or "Sloop John B" without thinking of him. For some reason, Shakey's Pizza always reminds me of my early childhood, that and a big locomotive train in a park.
My childhood's not over yet as there is more to come...
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Here are a few of my favorite things...Planes, Trains and Automobiles
One of my favorite things are trains. I can't think of viewing anything more powerful than watching a train, full steam, make its way down the tracks. There is definitely a model railroad in my future. Those Lego trains looks pretty cool. (How am I not an employee of Toys R' Us? Some men have there golf clubs or speedboats but me you can find in the toy section...that's a story for a different day though...) I enjoy hearing the train whistle in the morning hours. Trains make me think of rustic and rural America. They represent a slice of Americana. I'm not just speaking of the trains of course, but also of train yards, depots and the etched in time brick buildings, loading docks, grain silos and the like that speak of a bygone era.
In each instance, whether it be trains, plans, or automobiles, I can't helped but recognize a reoccurring theme of appreciating the past and seeing its memories, designs, architecture and engineering shape the present and future.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
2008 Personal Year In Review
As promised:
Dear Family and Friends,
Because you didn't demand here it is: Steve Seelig's 2008 year in review. (What an introduction if I do say so myself.) 2008 was a good year and somewhat eventful for yours truly. To elaborate on said comment the following will include favorite and key highlights from the year of 2008. Have the Kleenex handy and be prepared for some gut splitting belly laughs. Scout's honor that I will do my best to be concise, to the point, with only the occasional rambling thought. Now that we're ready, sit back and here we go.
The year began with a healthy amount of snow and arctic temperatures. After constructing an igloo and training snow dogs, Spring sprang and none to early. A little known fact is that Spring is God's favorite season as he is an avid baseball fan. (I often picture him wearing a baseball cap.) Why else is Spring weather as Goldilocks would say, "Just right!"? Spring brought with it my graduation from the University of Arizona with a Master of Arts in Information Resources and Library Science. I actually only spent one week in Tucson the entire time I attended Arizona. Color me hi-tech as I came to embrace the wonder that is virtual education.
With graduation came the obligatory search for a professional position which is still ongoing. Be it noted that it often takes a librarian up to two years until the individual's first professional placement with the average search being a year. A struggling economy doesn't help much either but, as a silver lining, does increase library usage and college enrollment both of which bode well for me. I have a Director at Western New Mexico University that is quite interested in me is battling, as we speak (or more correctly as I type and you read) with the red tape involved in being able to offer me a position tailor made for my talents and abilities, and that meets my compensation and benefits requirements and expectations. That won't come to fruition until at least March. While I remain hopeful, as a pragmatic individuals I am actively pursing alternative positions that meet my personal criteria. I would prefer to remain in the Mountain West and am open to returning to old haunts such as Las Vegas or Los Angeles. My target areas are: South Eastern Idaho, Northern Utah, Southern Utah, and Denver/ Northern Colorado. I make it matter of prayer and contemplation and as such will go wherever I feel inspired to go regardless of whether or not it fits within the parameters I have set. The position at WNMU has been in the works since September and as such I have learned that the wheels of academia move slowly. In the meantime, I am working with a gentleman with Parkinson's Disease by the name of Ed Bear as a care provider to him. I have been working with Ed since July. I must say that it is one of the most rewarding jobs I have ever had. Over the last six months I have learned a great deal about service and compassion. I will remember this experience and have it influence me long after I move on for the position.
On another note, for the first time in nearly thirteen years I visited Las Vegas/Henderson. I departed the Vegas Valley March 18,1996 with tears in my eyes not to return until October 22, 2008. At the time, it was hard to leave Las Vegas. Having grown up there, I was leaving behind a warehouse full of memories, and friends who were dear to me. Whether it was memories, both good ones, of people I had burned, disappointments I had, mistakes I had made, or my own tendency towards self deprecation and my ambivalence to my own self worth manifesting itself in melo-dramatic moments and bouts of immaturity, it was hard to look back for a number of years. I eventually found myself cutting myself off to a place and people who mean the world to me. I have come to discover that was both a selfish and hurtful choice on my part and one for which I offer my deepest and most sincere apologies.
It was a hard place to leave and I did not take my return lightly. Vegas still holds fond memories and is populated by many individuals that I still hold near and dear to my heart. The return brought with it bygone thoughts of cherished experiences and relationships. I found myself reflecting on the fact that it had been far too long since I had visited those times, both good and band, and that it felt good to return. Reconnecting with a part of myself made me feel complete. We are so much shaped by those who influence our lives by their actions and examples, who stand beside us in struggle and in triumph, and with whom we share the gravity of the world and its whimsy. The epiphany of the experience was the humbling insight that showered upon me that we do not stand alone is the world and are needed as much as we need. The savior stands besides each us and his atonements strengthens and empowers us to do things that we of ourselves could not do, this have always known but at time I forget that the light of the Savior's love is felt greatest and touches our very souls like a white hot flame when we are reaching out to one another, lifting one another, and letting others know we care about them in a very personal and individual way that the worth of each soul is great in the eyes of God. It was with this epiphany that a long scarred part of me began to heal.
On a lighter note, Las Vegas/Henderson have grown TOO BIG for my tastes. That being said, the core of what made it such a great place to grow up in is still there. Regardless, I've grown fond of a simpler, more rural lifestyle and and environment. Nothing better than driving down a farm road and watching the mountains go on forever. It is a place that I can grow a garden. But, I must admit, there are times when the desert calls. To conclude my thought on the trip, it felt good to reconnect with many individuals that have helped to shape me as a person. I have been blessed seven fold to be surround by, become friends and peers with, and be influenced by some of the most wonderful, intelligent, engaged, charismatic, compassionate, inspired, down to earth, fun, playful, spur of the moment, improvisational, down and dirty, cowboy up, beautiful, flirty, sassy, crazy, thoughtful, centered, knowledgeable people of character and integrity this world has to offer. (I wanted to see how many adjectives I could come up with.) My final words on the topic: I hope and plan to make it a regular trip in the future.
With that I will bid all of you adieu, as to not take up any more of your time than is necessary. One of my favorite things to do, as my friend Wendell Snow would call it, is to “break bread” with those who inspire me and which I admire and respect. It is an opportunity to be mentored, inspired,share in good company and take part good conversation whether it be serious, insightful, meaningful, whimsical, or of the everyday, ordinary “how are you? Variety.” I am all about good conversation; delight in it, even crave it if I stretch this statement to hyperbolic levels. I hope I have the opportunity to “break bread” with many of you this coming year. I love each of you and wish all of you the very best in your lives.
Sincerely,
Steve Seelig
Dear Family and Friends,
Because you didn't demand here it is: Steve Seelig's 2008 year in review. (What an introduction if I do say so myself.) 2008 was a good year and somewhat eventful for yours truly. To elaborate on said comment the following will include favorite and key highlights from the year of 2008. Have the Kleenex handy and be prepared for some gut splitting belly laughs. Scout's honor that I will do my best to be concise, to the point, with only the occasional rambling thought. Now that we're ready, sit back and here we go.
The year began with a healthy amount of snow and arctic temperatures. After constructing an igloo and training snow dogs, Spring sprang and none to early. A little known fact is that Spring is God's favorite season as he is an avid baseball fan. (I often picture him wearing a baseball cap.) Why else is Spring weather as Goldilocks would say, "Just right!"? Spring brought with it my graduation from the University of Arizona with a Master of Arts in Information Resources and Library Science. I actually only spent one week in Tucson the entire time I attended Arizona. Color me hi-tech as I came to embrace the wonder that is virtual education.
With graduation came the obligatory search for a professional position which is still ongoing. Be it noted that it often takes a librarian up to two years until the individual's first professional placement with the average search being a year. A struggling economy doesn't help much either but, as a silver lining, does increase library usage and college enrollment both of which bode well for me. I have a Director at Western New Mexico University that is quite interested in me is battling, as we speak (or more correctly as I type and you read) with the red tape involved in being able to offer me a position tailor made for my talents and abilities, and that meets my compensation and benefits requirements and expectations. That won't come to fruition until at least March. While I remain hopeful, as a pragmatic individuals I am actively pursing alternative positions that meet my personal criteria. I would prefer to remain in the Mountain West and am open to returning to old haunts such as Las Vegas or Los Angeles. My target areas are: South Eastern Idaho, Northern Utah, Southern Utah, and Denver/ Northern Colorado. I make it matter of prayer and contemplation and as such will go wherever I feel inspired to go regardless of whether or not it fits within the parameters I have set. The position at WNMU has been in the works since September and as such I have learned that the wheels of academia move slowly. In the meantime, I am working with a gentleman with Parkinson's Disease by the name of Ed Bear as a care provider to him. I have been working with Ed since July. I must say that it is one of the most rewarding jobs I have ever had. Over the last six months I have learned a great deal about service and compassion. I will remember this experience and have it influence me long after I move on for the position.
On another note, for the first time in nearly thirteen years I visited Las Vegas/Henderson. I departed the Vegas Valley March 18,1996 with tears in my eyes not to return until October 22, 2008. At the time, it was hard to leave Las Vegas. Having grown up there, I was leaving behind a warehouse full of memories, and friends who were dear to me. Whether it was memories, both good ones, of people I had burned, disappointments I had, mistakes I had made, or my own tendency towards self deprecation and my ambivalence to my own self worth manifesting itself in melo-dramatic moments and bouts of immaturity, it was hard to look back for a number of years. I eventually found myself cutting myself off to a place and people who mean the world to me. I have come to discover that was both a selfish and hurtful choice on my part and one for which I offer my deepest and most sincere apologies.
It was a hard place to leave and I did not take my return lightly. Vegas still holds fond memories and is populated by many individuals that I still hold near and dear to my heart. The return brought with it bygone thoughts of cherished experiences and relationships. I found myself reflecting on the fact that it had been far too long since I had visited those times, both good and band, and that it felt good to return. Reconnecting with a part of myself made me feel complete. We are so much shaped by those who influence our lives by their actions and examples, who stand beside us in struggle and in triumph, and with whom we share the gravity of the world and its whimsy. The epiphany of the experience was the humbling insight that showered upon me that we do not stand alone is the world and are needed as much as we need. The savior stands besides each us and his atonements strengthens and empowers us to do things that we of ourselves could not do, this have always known but at time I forget that the light of the Savior's love is felt greatest and touches our very souls like a white hot flame when we are reaching out to one another, lifting one another, and letting others know we care about them in a very personal and individual way that the worth of each soul is great in the eyes of God. It was with this epiphany that a long scarred part of me began to heal.
On a lighter note, Las Vegas/Henderson have grown TOO BIG for my tastes. That being said, the core of what made it such a great place to grow up in is still there. Regardless, I've grown fond of a simpler, more rural lifestyle and and environment. Nothing better than driving down a farm road and watching the mountains go on forever. It is a place that I can grow a garden. But, I must admit, there are times when the desert calls. To conclude my thought on the trip, it felt good to reconnect with many individuals that have helped to shape me as a person. I have been blessed seven fold to be surround by, become friends and peers with, and be influenced by some of the most wonderful, intelligent, engaged, charismatic, compassionate, inspired, down to earth, fun, playful, spur of the moment, improvisational, down and dirty, cowboy up, beautiful, flirty, sassy, crazy, thoughtful, centered, knowledgeable people of character and integrity this world has to offer. (I wanted to see how many adjectives I could come up with.) My final words on the topic: I hope and plan to make it a regular trip in the future.
With that I will bid all of you adieu, as to not take up any more of your time than is necessary. One of my favorite things to do, as my friend Wendell Snow would call it, is to “break bread” with those who inspire me and which I admire and respect. It is an opportunity to be mentored, inspired,share in good company and take part good conversation whether it be serious, insightful, meaningful, whimsical, or of the everyday, ordinary “how are you? Variety.” I am all about good conversation; delight in it, even crave it if I stretch this statement to hyperbolic levels. I hope I have the opportunity to “break bread” with many of you this coming year. I love each of you and wish all of you the very best in your lives.
Sincerely,
Steve Seelig
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Crawling
I work with a gentleman with Parkinsons named Ed. The experience has been very rewarding and strengthened my testimony in countless ways. Often, when Ed freezes up, he will drop to his hands and knees and crawl to his given destination. I have great admoration for this act because, to me, it represent's not only Ed's humility but also his determination. In it I find a allegory for enduring well. Often in life we are crippled up by acts of our own making or by the adversities the world brings; that is just a part of life. It is what we do when we are in that state that matters. Sometimes all we can manage is a crawl but it is the crawl that will make a world of difference. We must meet our adversities with a fighting spirit as it is the struggle that we put forth to not allow something to overtake us or defeat us that will make us stronger, bless or own lives and serve as a foundation of applied faith to strengthen not only ourselves but all the lives we touch. Witnesses and examples of the validity and reality of the truthfulness of the gospel and the Savior's atonement are all around us if we but look and listen for them.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Once a writer, always a writer
For much of my life I have viewed myself as a writer. A lazy one, at times, but a writer none the less. As a youth, my teachers often spoke highly of my writing ability. In high school I became quite the student journalist and even wrote a bit in that vein in college. History is considered a writing degree as well; I know I did enough of it as an undergrad. I have even fancied myself as a poet at times. I have kept a journal, off and on since my mission and have become more consistent in recent years. It is something I enjoy a great deal, no matter what type of writing I am doing. There is such a pleasure that can be found in discovering words, manipulating them and making them sing or create a vivid and engaging image or situation upon there contact and interaction with a reader's mind.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Coming to a Library Near You!
Two days in and two posts. I'd say that I am off to a smashing success for what it is worth. Still on the hunt for a professional librarian position. Actually I have a director who would like to hire me at Western New Mexico but is in the midst of shaping the position and cutting through all of the red tape that goes along with something like that or of that nature. Actually, I am giving serious thought to getting my teacher certification. It would dovetail nicely with my library degree and provide me with the opportunity to work with children. 2009 holds big things, I can feel it.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Where in the World is the Doughboy?
One could say that I have been remiss in keeping up with my blog...One could say that, and I think I just did. Being the new year and all, I thought I would check in. On my multi-volume list of resolutions for the New Year, one of them is to blog on a more consistent basis. 2009 looks to be a banner year but don't mind me if I knock on a piece of wood. Look for a year in review 2008 posting from me in the near future. For now, rest well in the knowledge that my heart is still beating and that my pulse is fairly regular.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Dear Family and Friends
Dear Family and Friends,
Greetings and salutations everyone and Happy Fathers Day to all of those for whom the term applies. I figured it was time to repent of my “slacker” ways and get a letter out to all of you. Let’s see, the last time we spoke was in February. “Oodles” have transpired since that time. For one I now hold a Masters degree. It has always been a dream of mine to be a professional librarian and it feels fulfilling to complete such a long held goal. I spent so much time in the library as a kid and as such such institutions have always played a special role in my life.
Like of many of you I have discovered and embraced Social Computing over the past several years and am grateful for the opportunity it has blessed me with to reconnect with old friends. It is such a powerful and unifying tool, allowing the world to grow smaller, of which I am a big fan of.
A couple of weeks ago I had to do what was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do in my life. Snowflake, who was the loyal family dog of eighteen years, had a horrible accident, lying down in some fire coals burning her paws and parts of her mouth. The poor thing was already suffering with three bad legs, deafness and bad eyesight. The accident was the fault of no one, just an honest mistake made by a loving dog. The poor thing had lived a fruitful, joyous life and was simply tired, having given all she had to those she loved and to fulfilling the sense of adventure and enthusiasm she had.
The night of the accident I gave her a blessing and I had the strong impression that it was time for her to go and she had lived a good life. I blessed her that her pain would be minimal and that she would have the strength to endure this trial. Most of all I blessed her to know that she was loved. We took her to the vet the next day and he felt we should give her a chance. In my heart though I knew her time was short. After about a week the poor thing was in pain, a shadow of her former self. My heart went out to her and my only desire was to put an end to her pain and suffering. I gave her one last treat, loved her and the wrapped her in her blanket that my Mother had given her for Christmas. She enjoyed the ride to the Humane Society, especially the breeze but she was tired. As I handed her over to be put to sleep she looked at me with her loving eyes and with a smile as if to say thank you. Afterwards as I placed the wrapped, lifeless body into the back of the Explorer the tears came and stayed for awhile. I still say goodnight to her and think of her playfulness, but miss her still.
It has been a running joke for quite awhile that we should get a kitten. Every time I would go to Petsmart I would make sure to visit the cats. Several times we saw ads for free kittens but whenever we would call the kittens would already be gone. I even saw some in front of Wal-Mart one day but figured I should do my shopping first only to find the kittens gone afterwards. Finally, we were blessed to call on an ad that still had some kittens. They were located on a farm eight miles to the east of Eaton. It was worth the drive. We now possess a wonderfully energetic tiger cat named conveniently enough, Tiger. He is a playful and loving little fellow who is helping to ease the pain of the departure of Snowflake.
On other fronts, the vegetable garden is doing very well after a “herky, jerky” Spring weather season. I have been the primary keeper of the garden for about eight years and have loved every minute of it and learned so much. A bit of a gentleman farmer I must say. I enjoy working in the yard and planting not only the veggies, but also flowers and an array of all things that grow. I love the canning and bottling that goes with it too.
My time right now is mostly spent looking for a professional position. I am sure there is more school in my future as I was especially like to further my studies in history. Most Academic positions have the benefit of free classes so that is what I am hoping for but, if not I wouldn’t mind a public library position near a college. In the meantime I read, listen, watch and observe just about everything I can get my hands on or access to. I have a personal goal to always be reading a work of classic fiction and something non fiction that gives me a greater sense of clarity and understanding and haven been very consistent in that goal over the past several years. Two years ago I made the goal to read a biography of each of the Presidents of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints going backwards and am currently set to begin the Biography of Heber J. Grant.
With that I bid each of you adieu and hope life is treating you well. Know of the love I have for each of you.
Love,
Steve
Greetings and salutations everyone and Happy Fathers Day to all of those for whom the term applies. I figured it was time to repent of my “slacker” ways and get a letter out to all of you. Let’s see, the last time we spoke was in February. “Oodles” have transpired since that time. For one I now hold a Masters degree. It has always been a dream of mine to be a professional librarian and it feels fulfilling to complete such a long held goal. I spent so much time in the library as a kid and as such such institutions have always played a special role in my life.
Like of many of you I have discovered and embraced Social Computing over the past several years and am grateful for the opportunity it has blessed me with to reconnect with old friends. It is such a powerful and unifying tool, allowing the world to grow smaller, of which I am a big fan of.
A couple of weeks ago I had to do what was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do in my life. Snowflake, who was the loyal family dog of eighteen years, had a horrible accident, lying down in some fire coals burning her paws and parts of her mouth. The poor thing was already suffering with three bad legs, deafness and bad eyesight. The accident was the fault of no one, just an honest mistake made by a loving dog. The poor thing had lived a fruitful, joyous life and was simply tired, having given all she had to those she loved and to fulfilling the sense of adventure and enthusiasm she had.
The night of the accident I gave her a blessing and I had the strong impression that it was time for her to go and she had lived a good life. I blessed her that her pain would be minimal and that she would have the strength to endure this trial. Most of all I blessed her to know that she was loved. We took her to the vet the next day and he felt we should give her a chance. In my heart though I knew her time was short. After about a week the poor thing was in pain, a shadow of her former self. My heart went out to her and my only desire was to put an end to her pain and suffering. I gave her one last treat, loved her and the wrapped her in her blanket that my Mother had given her for Christmas. She enjoyed the ride to the Humane Society, especially the breeze but she was tired. As I handed her over to be put to sleep she looked at me with her loving eyes and with a smile as if to say thank you. Afterwards as I placed the wrapped, lifeless body into the back of the Explorer the tears came and stayed for awhile. I still say goodnight to her and think of her playfulness, but miss her still.
It has been a running joke for quite awhile that we should get a kitten. Every time I would go to Petsmart I would make sure to visit the cats. Several times we saw ads for free kittens but whenever we would call the kittens would already be gone. I even saw some in front of Wal-Mart one day but figured I should do my shopping first only to find the kittens gone afterwards. Finally, we were blessed to call on an ad that still had some kittens. They were located on a farm eight miles to the east of Eaton. It was worth the drive. We now possess a wonderfully energetic tiger cat named conveniently enough, Tiger. He is a playful and loving little fellow who is helping to ease the pain of the departure of Snowflake.
On other fronts, the vegetable garden is doing very well after a “herky, jerky” Spring weather season. I have been the primary keeper of the garden for about eight years and have loved every minute of it and learned so much. A bit of a gentleman farmer I must say. I enjoy working in the yard and planting not only the veggies, but also flowers and an array of all things that grow. I love the canning and bottling that goes with it too.
My time right now is mostly spent looking for a professional position. I am sure there is more school in my future as I was especially like to further my studies in history. Most Academic positions have the benefit of free classes so that is what I am hoping for but, if not I wouldn’t mind a public library position near a college. In the meantime I read, listen, watch and observe just about everything I can get my hands on or access to. I have a personal goal to always be reading a work of classic fiction and something non fiction that gives me a greater sense of clarity and understanding and haven been very consistent in that goal over the past several years. Two years ago I made the goal to read a biography of each of the Presidents of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints going backwards and am currently set to begin the Biography of Heber J. Grant.
With that I bid each of you adieu and hope life is treating you well. Know of the love I have for each of you.
Love,
Steve
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Fresh Fruit, Corn on the Cob and other Musings
Musings! I love that word! A friend of mine used it the other day and I just coudn't wait to use it any longer. Some words are like a pair of old comfortable socks: No matter how worn or,let's just say colorful, they fit just right. Goldilocks wasn't the only one who was particular. Truth be told, she was just a woman who knew what she wanted.
Nothing tastes better than the bounty of fruits and vegetables that can be found come Spring and Summer. Fresh Strawberries are my personal favorite followed closely by a juice peach. You know the type of peach I'm talking about: The kind where the juice runs down your chin as you take a bite and the flavor explodes as you reach close to nirvana. The other day I bought a fresh pineapple and cut it up. Mixed it together with some cantalope and watermelon. Heaven!
Haven't had any cob corn yet. Everytime I pass the bin at the grocery store people are ripping through it like ravenous wolves. I secretly thing they are just preparing for Christmas shopping. I like my cob with some melted butter, a smittering of red pepper flakes and maybe, if I am feeling dangerous, a dash of tabasco sauce. (I must admit I grow habaneros each year to make habanero jam, a pleasure that is near and dear to my heart.)
Nothing tastes better than the bounty of fruits and vegetables that can be found come Spring and Summer. Fresh Strawberries are my personal favorite followed closely by a juice peach. You know the type of peach I'm talking about: The kind where the juice runs down your chin as you take a bite and the flavor explodes as you reach close to nirvana. The other day I bought a fresh pineapple and cut it up. Mixed it together with some cantalope and watermelon. Heaven!
Haven't had any cob corn yet. Everytime I pass the bin at the grocery store people are ripping through it like ravenous wolves. I secretly thing they are just preparing for Christmas shopping. I like my cob with some melted butter, a smittering of red pepper flakes and maybe, if I am feeling dangerous, a dash of tabasco sauce. (I must admit I grow habaneros each year to make habanero jam, a pleasure that is near and dear to my heart.)
Saturday, May 24, 2008
The Big Bad Wolf
One of my favorite towns in Northern Colorado is Windsor. There is just something about the place and people. Everyone I have ever encountered are friendly and have a salt of the earth quality. I've always told myself if I settled here that I would make my home in Windsor. I recently have been volunteering at the Windsor Severence Public Library, a library I would make special trips to Windsor for because I liked it so much. As such, I was left with a heavy heart for those who suffered at the hands of this week's twister. If any community has the heart to come back strong it is in Windsor. My thoughts and prayers are will all of those who suffered loss at the hands of Mother Nature.
Windor Tornado Footage
Windor Tornado Footage
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Jicama and Quinoa
Jicawho and Quinowhat? No, these are not nonsense words a pulled from the nether regions of my brain. They are also not a pacific island detective team. So, you asks yourselves, what are they Steve? For the jeopardy class you are probably way ahead of me. Have I told you of my affinity, dare I say passionate romance for all things trivia. While there are oodle of useful, efficacious facts and procedures logged and categorized in my noggin there is a special place, sort of a secret garden, guys room reserved simply for useless yet agonizing (if one cannot remember, even if it is on the tip of your tongue) facts, names, details, recipe ingredients, and anything else one can think of and some you can reaching to infinity. Sometimes I literally ponder where it all began. It is at that moment my head aches and a cloudy glaze covers my eyes. I was riding flat on my back in an ambulance once, the EMT requesting my telephone number and the only thing I could remember was my library card number which a repeated over and over. Go figure! (It is 23455001917482 by the way.)
Oh yes, where was I? Jicama and Quinoa. Both are wonderful and adventurious alternatives to things like Potatoes and White Rice, or Rice in general for that matter. The Wonder Twins (Ambigious 80's reference)have the advantage of not only be good for you but also being owners of a euphoric taste. Weight has been a challenge all of my life but it has never been a result of not liking healthy foods or a willingness to try something new. (Well, to be honest, I have not alway be a subscriber to such openmindedness. As a child I would only eat potatoes in one pure form, that of the mashed potato. It was a dogma. French Fries were heresy!)Healthy living is a process not an event. In, what I find very faith affirming way it very much reflects repentance. When patterns which herald the restored gospel come into focus, It is like one of those pattern pictures where a person stared until the image leaped forth into clear view. If our vision is focused and true the world and larger yet the universe testifies of Christ at every corner. When I toil in the garden, it is as if I am being tutored by the Savior as I watch infant plants struggle to grow under my nuture and care until they reach maturation. I see it when I become frustrated so completely frustrated with myself, filled with remorse, on the verge of self pity and loathing only to recognize that lasting endurance come from holding my head high, taking step forward even into the darkest night, no matter if I feel as if I will crumble, a broken man. And why is that? Because of my Savior. He lifts me up in a manner undenably literal. He is in a Mother who has sacraficed, forgiven and shown me compassion my entire life. He is in siblings that stand beside me and remind me how blessed I am to be counted among them. He is in friends who never quite given up on me and help me to see things in myself that left to my own devices I remain a mystery in the dark. But most of all I see him when I reach beyond myself to lift and comfort another. The special events and markers of life are magesty to behold but so often it is the moments along the way, whether it be the moments of contentment, often quiet and overlooked or the moments of peace and reassurance when life swirls around us that make the journey worth it. Most of all it is the memories we share with one another and the bonds we create with one another that are of infinite worth, a value that reaches into the eternities.
My head hurts, but in a good way.
Oh yes, where was I? Jicama and Quinoa. Both are wonderful and adventurious alternatives to things like Potatoes and White Rice, or Rice in general for that matter. The Wonder Twins (Ambigious 80's reference)have the advantage of not only be good for you but also being owners of a euphoric taste. Weight has been a challenge all of my life but it has never been a result of not liking healthy foods or a willingness to try something new. (Well, to be honest, I have not alway be a subscriber to such openmindedness. As a child I would only eat potatoes in one pure form, that of the mashed potato. It was a dogma. French Fries were heresy!)Healthy living is a process not an event. In, what I find very faith affirming way it very much reflects repentance. When patterns which herald the restored gospel come into focus, It is like one of those pattern pictures where a person stared until the image leaped forth into clear view. If our vision is focused and true the world and larger yet the universe testifies of Christ at every corner. When I toil in the garden, it is as if I am being tutored by the Savior as I watch infant plants struggle to grow under my nuture and care until they reach maturation. I see it when I become frustrated so completely frustrated with myself, filled with remorse, on the verge of self pity and loathing only to recognize that lasting endurance come from holding my head high, taking step forward even into the darkest night, no matter if I feel as if I will crumble, a broken man. And why is that? Because of my Savior. He lifts me up in a manner undenably literal. He is in a Mother who has sacraficed, forgiven and shown me compassion my entire life. He is in siblings that stand beside me and remind me how blessed I am to be counted among them. He is in friends who never quite given up on me and help me to see things in myself that left to my own devices I remain a mystery in the dark. But most of all I see him when I reach beyond myself to lift and comfort another. The special events and markers of life are magesty to behold but so often it is the moments along the way, whether it be the moments of contentment, often quiet and overlooked or the moments of peace and reassurance when life swirls around us that make the journey worth it. Most of all it is the memories we share with one another and the bonds we create with one another that are of infinite worth, a value that reaches into the eternities.
My head hurts, but in a good way.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Welcome Back
I now have a Master of Arts in Information Resources and Library Science. Yeah for me!
So, what have I been doing since last we spoke? Lots let me tell you but I won't. I would actually like you to stay awake long enough to finish reading this communication.
I love Netflix! I don't think I have any reason to enter a video store ever again. I like all films but also like indies and foreign films which can be sometimes hard to find. Netflix gives me greater selection in this regard. The relaunch of Doctor Who is the bee's knees. I thought it was hokey as a kid but it is amazing what CGI can do. I already have far too many shows that I enjoy. Some of my favs need to be canceled. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a couch potato. I rarely have the television on just to have it on and usually if I watch something it is on the internet or dvd.
Amazon Marketplace is so useful and I prefer it to e-bay for selling things. I had quite a few television seasons on dvd and sold all of them. Much cheaper to rent at a flat rate and let the wonderful people at Netflix worry about storage. I've sold quite a few books as well. What a great way to make some extra cash.
Since I seem to be focusing on all things entertainment, Is anyone else excited for Indy 4? I know I am. Good stuff! Haven't seen Iron Man or Prince Caspian yet but they are on my list.
I love springtime. The garden is planted. It is one of my most favorite activities. Haven't had a chance to watch too much baseball though.
So, what have I been doing since last we spoke? Lots let me tell you but I won't. I would actually like you to stay awake long enough to finish reading this communication.
I love Netflix! I don't think I have any reason to enter a video store ever again. I like all films but also like indies and foreign films which can be sometimes hard to find. Netflix gives me greater selection in this regard. The relaunch of Doctor Who is the bee's knees. I thought it was hokey as a kid but it is amazing what CGI can do. I already have far too many shows that I enjoy. Some of my favs need to be canceled. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a couch potato. I rarely have the television on just to have it on and usually if I watch something it is on the internet or dvd.
Amazon Marketplace is so useful and I prefer it to e-bay for selling things. I had quite a few television seasons on dvd and sold all of them. Much cheaper to rent at a flat rate and let the wonderful people at Netflix worry about storage. I've sold quite a few books as well. What a great way to make some extra cash.
Since I seem to be focusing on all things entertainment, Is anyone else excited for Indy 4? I know I am. Good stuff! Haven't seen Iron Man or Prince Caspian yet but they are on my list.
I love springtime. The garden is planted. It is one of my most favorite activities. Haven't had a chance to watch too much baseball though.
Blog Reboot
Evolution is the natural child of experimentation and growth. As such I am redesigning my blog, simplifying it really and making it more efficent and efficacious. I am a tinkerer. (Is that even a word?) This blog is really meant as a personal blog where I can connect and share just about anything. The same goes for my podcast and webcast. Not much will change with the other two.
As you may have noticed I really haven't touched any of these since february. Why? School is stressful, at least that is the excuse I tell myself. I am all graduated now and on the job hunt so I'm back at it. Let's pray I am more consistent.
I have strived to send a weekly letter to family and friends and I will again strive to get back on top of that but monthly. That is a much more realistic expectation. Expect for the return of the letter, my podcast and webcast sometime in June.
As you may have noticed I really haven't touched any of these since february. Why? School is stressful, at least that is the excuse I tell myself. I am all graduated now and on the job hunt so I'm back at it. Let's pray I am more consistent.
I have strived to send a weekly letter to family and friends and I will again strive to get back on top of that but monthly. That is a much more realistic expectation. Expect for the return of the letter, my podcast and webcast sometime in June.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Dear Family and Friends
Dear Family and Friends,
Greetings! Colorado right now is experiences a moment off warmth after a long deep freeze. I am happy to announce that I have begun my final collegiate semester. Yahoo! I am eager to complete my studies if for no other reason than it will mean spring is here. What a wonderful thing spring is. That is not to say that there are not things about winter that I don’t enjoy. There is nothing prettier than a fresh sheet of snow. As of late I have been filled with the desire to try snow shoeing. It looks like it would be a blast. Skiing and snowboarding has never really appealed to me but the idea of hiking and just exploring sounds like tons of fun. It’s always fun to expand one’s horizon.
I did not get the Government publications position I went for but as a result have received the opportunity to interview for a couple of other positions as a result including one with the music library. All three are Library Technician positions that don’t require a Masters of Library Science but would be good for experience and allow me to have a position while waiting for a Librarian I position. Librarian I is the entry level for Professional position. There is about a 10-15,000 dollar difference between the two levels. Closing on completing my degree one of the biggest things I have been pondering is where I would like to apply. I would like to stay in the West, preferably close to family or at least a major Airport. I think I am going to start by getting a Road Atlas and circle all of the areas I am interested and go from there.
After losing so much weight I have let myself chunk up a bit more a result of slipping into so old bad habits but have committed myself to getting back on track. I have the skills and the knowledge but as is true often in life it is all about application. I love to walk which will always hold me in good stead and enjoy eating healthy foods and being active. Carrot anyone? One either moves ahead or begins to regress. There is no time when one can rest on their laurels. That was for me but I hope I can be an example to all of you that life is about hope, optimism and picking yourselves up no matter how many times you fall.
With that, I hope all is well with each of you and life is treating you well.
Love,
Steve
P.S. Enjoy my soothing tones and chiseled good looks in this week’s podcast and webcast.
Greetings! Colorado right now is experiences a moment off warmth after a long deep freeze. I am happy to announce that I have begun my final collegiate semester. Yahoo! I am eager to complete my studies if for no other reason than it will mean spring is here. What a wonderful thing spring is. That is not to say that there are not things about winter that I don’t enjoy. There is nothing prettier than a fresh sheet of snow. As of late I have been filled with the desire to try snow shoeing. It looks like it would be a blast. Skiing and snowboarding has never really appealed to me but the idea of hiking and just exploring sounds like tons of fun. It’s always fun to expand one’s horizon.
I did not get the Government publications position I went for but as a result have received the opportunity to interview for a couple of other positions as a result including one with the music library. All three are Library Technician positions that don’t require a Masters of Library Science but would be good for experience and allow me to have a position while waiting for a Librarian I position. Librarian I is the entry level for Professional position. There is about a 10-15,000 dollar difference between the two levels. Closing on completing my degree one of the biggest things I have been pondering is where I would like to apply. I would like to stay in the West, preferably close to family or at least a major Airport. I think I am going to start by getting a Road Atlas and circle all of the areas I am interested and go from there.
After losing so much weight I have let myself chunk up a bit more a result of slipping into so old bad habits but have committed myself to getting back on track. I have the skills and the knowledge but as is true often in life it is all about application. I love to walk which will always hold me in good stead and enjoy eating healthy foods and being active. Carrot anyone? One either moves ahead or begins to regress. There is no time when one can rest on their laurels. That was for me but I hope I can be an example to all of you that life is about hope, optimism and picking yourselves up no matter how many times you fall.
With that, I hope all is well with each of you and life is treating you well.
Love,
Steve
P.S. Enjoy my soothing tones and chiseled good looks in this week’s podcast and webcast.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Dear Family and Friends
Happy New Years everyone!
There is something about the Holiday Season that lends itself to reflection and introspection. Maybe it is the focus on family or tradition; maybe it is the fact that during this time we tend to look on things with a more compassionate gaze; or it could be all of the wonderful sites, scenes and smells of the season that arouse long forgotten memories. Often, for me, reflection and introspection comes in the form of a word. I have a unique relationship with words; at a particular time, place and situation a word may trigger a thought or image. In this vein, I have been thinking a lot about the word regret for awhile.
Funny thing regret, it is the manifestation lf all the things we quite haven’t let go of, or forgive ourselves for. I woke up on my birthday with the thought of; I am 36, yet a feel so young. I thought about friends who have been married for over a decade, parents of tweeners and some teens; those who haven’t been so lucky but have weathered the storm and those who didn’t and failed to find peace on this earth. In that moment, in my heart I felt gratitude but also a tinge of regret.
I regretted all the times I took things for granted in my life, not realizing how blessed and talented I really was. I regretted not cherishing the laughter and conversation shared with others, especially family and friends more than I did. I regretted not telling those same individuals how much they meant to me or better yet sharing a compliment. I regretted being to prideful and not letting others in when I felt inferior, overwhelmed or in over my head. This life, after all, is a shared experience. I regretted all the times in my life when I have wasted the resources and opportunities given me. Most of all though, I regretted making my life too often about what I wanted and how I felt and not about others, robbing myself of a broader influence due to being so doggedly focused on one possibility.
The funny thing is that I felt such a peace as I reflected on my regrets and the phrase cried out to me, “I’m still here with a smile on my face and laughter in my heart!” It is so easy to check out of life put it on “auto pilot” while we slowly atrophy socially and emotionally. It is as if this life is only about the harrowing and not about the growth. Repentance is when the struggling bud busts through the topsoil to behold the radiance and warmth of the sun. It is that radiance and warmth of the sun that I cherish as regret falls away. Regret allowed to stay too long becomes a cancer that leads to debilitating despair. As it decays by the effects of the sun the nourishment it provides in the form of experience leads to a perfect brightness of hope in which seeds long ago planted reach their eternal fruition.
I hope all of you are well and living lives of inspiration. I admire each of you very much in a myriad of ways. Your character and devotion instill greater hope and mercy.
Love,
Steve
There is something about the Holiday Season that lends itself to reflection and introspection. Maybe it is the focus on family or tradition; maybe it is the fact that during this time we tend to look on things with a more compassionate gaze; or it could be all of the wonderful sites, scenes and smells of the season that arouse long forgotten memories. Often, for me, reflection and introspection comes in the form of a word. I have a unique relationship with words; at a particular time, place and situation a word may trigger a thought or image. In this vein, I have been thinking a lot about the word regret for awhile.
Funny thing regret, it is the manifestation lf all the things we quite haven’t let go of, or forgive ourselves for. I woke up on my birthday with the thought of; I am 36, yet a feel so young. I thought about friends who have been married for over a decade, parents of tweeners and some teens; those who haven’t been so lucky but have weathered the storm and those who didn’t and failed to find peace on this earth. In that moment, in my heart I felt gratitude but also a tinge of regret.
I regretted all the times I took things for granted in my life, not realizing how blessed and talented I really was. I regretted not cherishing the laughter and conversation shared with others, especially family and friends more than I did. I regretted not telling those same individuals how much they meant to me or better yet sharing a compliment. I regretted being to prideful and not letting others in when I felt inferior, overwhelmed or in over my head. This life, after all, is a shared experience. I regretted all the times in my life when I have wasted the resources and opportunities given me. Most of all though, I regretted making my life too often about what I wanted and how I felt and not about others, robbing myself of a broader influence due to being so doggedly focused on one possibility.
The funny thing is that I felt such a peace as I reflected on my regrets and the phrase cried out to me, “I’m still here with a smile on my face and laughter in my heart!” It is so easy to check out of life put it on “auto pilot” while we slowly atrophy socially and emotionally. It is as if this life is only about the harrowing and not about the growth. Repentance is when the struggling bud busts through the topsoil to behold the radiance and warmth of the sun. It is that radiance and warmth of the sun that I cherish as regret falls away. Regret allowed to stay too long becomes a cancer that leads to debilitating despair. As it decays by the effects of the sun the nourishment it provides in the form of experience leads to a perfect brightness of hope in which seeds long ago planted reach their eternal fruition.
I hope all of you are well and living lives of inspiration. I admire each of you very much in a myriad of ways. Your character and devotion instill greater hope and mercy.
Love,
Steve
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Dear Family and Friends
Dear Family and Friends,
The semester is over! AMEN! Always a wonderful feeling; I don’t think that exsuberation of childhood when the last day of school arrives ever leaves us. No matter how much we have enjoyed the year or semester in this case, there is a joy in being done with something. It can now serve as a building block to bigger and better things.
Interviewed with the University Library this week for their Government Publications position and I feel it went well. Interviews have never bothered me. I actually find them rather fun. There’s something about the challenge of establishing to an organization that you are a boon, a choice oppurtunity that they dare not pass on. I don’t think I have ever not gotten a job based on the interview and have gotten a few that I might not have otherwise gotten based on the interview.
The Christmas lights are beautiful with snow as a backdrop and in many cases a cover. I have spotted a couple of snow covered evergreens where the lights beamed through that looked like something out of a storybook or Christmas special. Christmas is a wonderful time of the year where the spirit of love and mercy abounds. On that note, before I forget, I wish you all a Merry Christmas.
Love,
Steve
P.S. Here are some snow and Christmas decoration photos I think you’ll enjoy.
The semester is over! AMEN! Always a wonderful feeling; I don’t think that exsuberation of childhood when the last day of school arrives ever leaves us. No matter how much we have enjoyed the year or semester in this case, there is a joy in being done with something. It can now serve as a building block to bigger and better things.
Interviewed with the University Library this week for their Government Publications position and I feel it went well. Interviews have never bothered me. I actually find them rather fun. There’s something about the challenge of establishing to an organization that you are a boon, a choice oppurtunity that they dare not pass on. I don’t think I have ever not gotten a job based on the interview and have gotten a few that I might not have otherwise gotten based on the interview.
The Christmas lights are beautiful with snow as a backdrop and in many cases a cover. I have spotted a couple of snow covered evergreens where the lights beamed through that looked like something out of a storybook or Christmas special. Christmas is a wonderful time of the year where the spirit of love and mercy abounds. On that note, before I forget, I wish you all a Merry Christmas.
Love,
Steve
P.S. Here are some snow and Christmas decoration photos I think you’ll enjoy.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Dear Family and Friends
Dear Family and Friends,
The Holiday Season is upon us and with it has come frigid cold. I now know what it feels like to live in the frozen foods section of the grocery store. I kid. This time of year gets me to thinking about traditons, specifically those associated with Christmas. I have a few: I study scriptures of the Saviors birth and life in general, Watch Classic Holiday Movies and Television Specials, and many more. Last year I started a tradition of reading a Christmas Carol. I found a cool radio renditon of it on the internet by Orson Wells from the 30’s that I think I will listen to. There are a few others that I plan on trying this year. Like anything else, Christmas is what one makes it and makes it about. So many of the memories I hold dear are from Christmases’ Past. One of my favorites is putting Christmas lights each year.
The semester is almost over. It went by rather fast, but is dragging towards the end. Only one more to go though. Yeah for me. There is a lot to be said for not letting a dream die. I have an interview with Michener Library, with whom I am interning with and I think my chances are good that I will get a position. Right now a position at the University of Hawaii sounds so much better, but Colorado is beautiful as well, when warm. Maybe Cocoa is the solution to my woes.
I’ve written three poems in the last week. It has been a few years since I last wrote one but as of the other night I have had a rush of inspiration. The story: I literally woke up out of a dead sleep with lines running through my head. I wrote them down and couldn’t go back to sleep until I finished it. Inspiration is a wonderful experience. It is like magic when something comes to you out of thin air. It is a gift. I often feel the inspiration of the Holy Ghost is similar, in terms of being a gift anyways. The difference is that one must be prepared and its influence come when one is prepared to listen and obey. Wait a minute, may they are the same.
With that a bid you adieu. I hope the Savior’s birth and his adventual atonement is at the foremost of your thoughts in this giving season. I love you all and pray this season finds you fulfilled and happy.
Love,
Steve
The Holiday Season is upon us and with it has come frigid cold. I now know what it feels like to live in the frozen foods section of the grocery store. I kid. This time of year gets me to thinking about traditons, specifically those associated with Christmas. I have a few: I study scriptures of the Saviors birth and life in general, Watch Classic Holiday Movies and Television Specials, and many more. Last year I started a tradition of reading a Christmas Carol. I found a cool radio renditon of it on the internet by Orson Wells from the 30’s that I think I will listen to. There are a few others that I plan on trying this year. Like anything else, Christmas is what one makes it and makes it about. So many of the memories I hold dear are from Christmases’ Past. One of my favorites is putting Christmas lights each year.
The semester is almost over. It went by rather fast, but is dragging towards the end. Only one more to go though. Yeah for me. There is a lot to be said for not letting a dream die. I have an interview with Michener Library, with whom I am interning with and I think my chances are good that I will get a position. Right now a position at the University of Hawaii sounds so much better, but Colorado is beautiful as well, when warm. Maybe Cocoa is the solution to my woes.
I’ve written three poems in the last week. It has been a few years since I last wrote one but as of the other night I have had a rush of inspiration. The story: I literally woke up out of a dead sleep with lines running through my head. I wrote them down and couldn’t go back to sleep until I finished it. Inspiration is a wonderful experience. It is like magic when something comes to you out of thin air. It is a gift. I often feel the inspiration of the Holy Ghost is similar, in terms of being a gift anyways. The difference is that one must be prepared and its influence come when one is prepared to listen and obey. Wait a minute, may they are the same.
With that a bid you adieu. I hope the Savior’s birth and his adventual atonement is at the foremost of your thoughts in this giving season. I love you all and pray this season finds you fulfilled and happy.
Love,
Steve
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Adam's Suit
Here's a joke I like:
Ancient Artifact?
A little boy opened the big, old family Bible with fascination, looking at the old pages as he turned them. Then something fell out of the Bible and he picked up and looked at it closely. It was an old leaf from a tree. The leaf had been pressed in between pages. "Momma, look what I found," the boy called out. "What have you got there, dear?" his mother asked. With astonishment in his voice, the young boy answered:"It's Adam's suit!"
Ancient Artifact?
A little boy opened the big, old family Bible with fascination, looking at the old pages as he turned them. Then something fell out of the Bible and he picked up and looked at it closely. It was an old leaf from a tree. The leaf had been pressed in between pages. "Momma, look what I found," the boy called out. "What have you got there, dear?" his mother asked. With astonishment in his voice, the young boy answered:"It's Adam's suit!"
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