Gray Shorts are for Computer Programmers.

Hello world!

So occasionally in life, I have what seems to be a good idea, that turns out to actually be pretty lousy. And yes, most of these occasions are actually when I buy clothes.  And maybe that's because I don't get very much practice? Buying clothing has never been something I've really enjoyed, unless it's for fancy shirts/ties/suits in Italy. BUT. I actually do kind of like Target clothes shopping. Everything is so cheap; I feel like I am being ridiculous to not buy anything. And since I run/gym sort of often I like to get athletic clothes and on one particular Target experience, I decided to really shake things up and get some gray athletic shorts instead of black ones. I was feeling bold. WORST MISTAKE EVER! It took me a couple weeks of gray short wearing to realize that I looked like I was going to eat Cheetos and write computer code instead of go bench press.

Look at how awkward/uncomfortable he looks in gray shorts!

This week has been a tough one.  It should be easy-livin' summer time, and it is, but sometimes real life hits you, and you realize that you're sort of grown up and have to deal with hard things.  My truck's transmission gave out.  My computer broke.  My health's been eh.  And I keep seeing all the dollar signs add up and I start to wonder if Europe wasn't such a good idea, and if med school wasn't such a good idea, etc. etc. etc., and at times the stress sets in thickkkk.  But yesterday I realized that we have power over our happiness regardless of extraneous circumstances.  I felt like I was walking through a fog while stressing over everything when I got to school yesterday, but then I just tried to talk to random people I met to take my mind off of my worries.  The cashier at the food court.  The cleaning lady. Ok that's it and that was only 2 but you know what?  I think 100's of students walk by those people everyday without stopping to talk for a minute. And it felt REALLY good to talk to them. Now they might have just been ticked that I was trying to talk to them, but whatev.  Happy Thursday!

Cinematography pt. 2

Happy Spring Break!

My first spring break since 2005.  Are you kidding me?  Well I'm spending it in 70 degree California sunshine and planning a trip to Europe, so I guess it's been worth the wait.  Alright so the whole "cinematography" title was my idea over a month ago, when I saw a couple movies in one weekend and I wanted to write about them.  Of course now no one cares.  But too bad you cant stifle my month-old excitement!!!

Yes judge away!  But I really really enjoyed this movie.  Here's what you need to know: 1. It is dumb. 2. It has some gross parts. 3. It is completely AWESOME.  Go see it with people that like to laugh and have fun and you wont be disappointed.  Please do not take it seriously or try to analyze its deeper meaning.  I just felt like it was fun and very refreshing because frankly, I've grown tired of the smorgasbord of various zombie apocalypse movies and tv shows that have inundated media outlets the last few years.

Oh yes does this movie boost my indie cred?  It has been lacking for 25 years now, so hopefully. (I was super indie in the womb?) And I'm not going to recommend it to everyone.  I'm guessing this is a movie people either love or absolutely loathe.  I actually loved it.  I watched this movie by myself, and I think it is best seen that way.  Or maybe with someone that is willing to invest some time into it and give it a chance.  It tells the story of Mike Birbiglia, a stand up comedian that I've had the privilege of seeing live, and his struggles with a severe sleep walking condition.  This movie probably doesn't make anyone's top ten fav movies list, but you can appreciate that it is well made and honest storytelling.

Have you seen any good movies lately?  Please let me know!

Ross

Cinematography pt.1

Ok seriously guys??  Zero page views today?  Google has informed me of this travesty.  I mean I know I haven't posted in like two weeks but I'm shocked you're not still re-reading my last post.  It was illuminating, I'm sure.  Anyway, happy Friday night!  It's a party out here in AZ!  Actually I am taking a study break at 930 pm to blog.  I'm sure the party is just getting started though, right?  Actually I've noticed it's a lot easier for me to just sit in and study and pretend Friday night is just any other night when I'm not living south of 800N in P-town.  This is my vivid memory of a Friday night in Provo:

(thoughtstream©)  ---- (Welcome to 2013.  You can read my thoughts!)

6pm

Thought 1: Oh no I didn't ask a girl out 3 days ago and I have no date tonight.  And of course I can't ask any to hang out now for some reason because then the girl thinks that they are second choice and they will invariably say no.  So both girl and guy sit at home on Friday night and avoid doing what they'd prefer doing! (ok, that's a rant for another day)

Thought 2: Well time to get cafe rio.

7pm
Thought 3: Whyyyyyy did I eat so muchhhhhh?!

Thought 4: Ok it's 8pm and I keep seeing dudes I don't know walk by my window with girls from my ward after picking them up for a date.  I can't just sit around here and waste my time and increase my waistline.  TIME TO GET DOWN TO BUSINESS!! I'll crack open the books and get way caught up and feel super good about myself.

Thought 5: It's 850pm and I haven't done a thing.  And there's a loud dance party across the street.  I like dancing.  Wait remember how after 8 minutes I run through every dance move I know 5 times and then I don't know what to do??  Yeah, good thing I'm not there.  Hey I know I'll go to the library to study!  Maybe I'll meet a girl.

Thought 6: (930pm) WHY AM I THE ONLY CAUCASIAN HUMAN IN THIS LIBRARY?!

Thought 7:  It's way too quite here.  This is depressing.  Time to start texting dudes to see if anyone else is also doing as little as I am.  

...And the night then ends watching a-movie-I'm-not-very-interested-in/ESPN with my dudes and eating some kind of sugary food bomb. (Which actually sounds kind of good righ...wait no!)

Ok, sorry for the long aside.  My feelings in summary are that these kind of nights happen less than before.  But maybe it's pathetic to say that they still sort of happen.  Minus the cafe rio and plus the Sr. Taco. (see picture)  

Well I had all these good intentions of writing about the last two films I viewed, (tried to sound hoity-toity there) but this is the longest post I have ever written while simultaneously saying very little.  So get ready for part two!  Coming soon! (Hopefully within two weeks.) (No promises.)

-Milton W

p.s. I may begin some contributory writing for another blog with some friends, called "just a couple of joes."  We'll see if it gets off the ground.  Also I want to start a podcast.  Also I'm delusional.  

Mmmmm Burrito.

Back

You know when one of your favorite all time bands goes into hiding for awhile, and you don't hear from them for a few years?  They're probably touring, becoming rich, and tweeting. Nothing else.  Ok but seriously, the day finally arrives when your friend says, "hey did you hear so-and-so is finally coming out with a new record??" and you naturally freak out and write in your facebook status about how excited you are (only to realize 12 other people have the same exact status posted in the last hour).  Then the day finally arrives that the album drops (or the new trend of leaking out individual songs ala Taylor Swift, etc.  speaking of Taylor Swift...no wait we'll come back to her.) Anyway, the day finally comes, you buy the tape, CD, whole mp3 album off of itunes, vinyl record because you're super hipster, put it on repeat (do records do that?  I'm sure they do) and prepare for the best day of your life.  And then it isn't.  In fact you end up skipping to the second track hoping for something to knock you off your feet.  And then of course the third and fourth on down the line until you realize you are late for class and you'll have to spend more time with your super hipster vinyl record later.

After a few more listens, you find yourself talking to a friend and saying, "this album is different, I think it's one that just has to grow on you but I think I'm really starting to love it!"  Two weeks later and you've completely moved on.  And of course, subsequent albums are released by this same fav band, except they never really recapture what endeared them to you so much in the first place.  Did they run out of material?  Did they sell out for fame, fortune, and hot babes that are dumb?

Let this be an extremely tangential reintroduction to my little writing space.  I started this blog almost 6 years ago, and I've had lulls (not as many lols, sorry I'll work on that) in writing here and there, but in the last year I've become awful at writing anything.  Call it the insidious effects of being a medical student, but I truly haven't given this thing any time.  And I wondered, "am I just really boring now?" 'Am I becoming one of those old people that  "doesn't get the obsession with facebook" etc. because they actually have real lives and maybe secretly don't really know how to use it?" Or perhaps I just lost interest with writing about myself and my experiences in such a sparsely-frequented public forum.  To be honest, I think being busy has had a lot to do with it.  And if there's one thing I've come to realize more fully in the last year, it's that authentic, meaningful relationships are one of the most fulfilling things in life.  And so I've been aiming to dedicate more time to those than to "with-my-by-myself," clankin' away at the keyboard.  Time is such a limited commodity, and it is a shame that we spend so much time fighting boredom when there is so much of life to live, and so much good to do in the world.  I pledge to give more attention to this space in 2013, but it will definitely come at the cost of something else.  One of my favorite all time quotes is from the oft-quoted/adored President Dieter f. Uchtorf, of the quorum of the twelve apostles:

Brethren, we all know that it takes self-discipline to remain focused on the matters that have the greatest power to increase our love for God and fellowman, invigorate marriages, strengthen families, and build the kingdom of God on earth. Like a fruit tree with an abundance of branches and leaves, our lives need regular pruning to ensure that we use our energy and time to accomplish our real purpose

I know that with discipline and trust in God, that we can make so much more of our lives.  It requires dedicated time to do away with wasteful parts of our lives, so that we can focus on the most meaningful parts.  To all of you that I haven't talked to in forever; I think about you guys a lot.  I'm doing really well, in both medical school and in health and happiness.  It's been in the 70's and sunny in Arizona, and it's the perfect weather after weeks of (sort of) cold that whispers of an unknown excitement.

I may not be your favorite band whose album you've been anxiously awaiting, but regardless, know that I haven't sold out for fame, fortune, nor for hot babes that are dumb. (haha ok it was a weird analogy, and yes I took the weird analogy way too far.  Weirdly)

But hopefully I'll be able to say that my best writing endeavors are those ahead of me, and not behind.

-Ross

p.s. ok now about Taylor, can we stop making her out to be such an exemplary role model as a famous female?  I mean sure there are worse ones (like avril lavigne) (just kidding) (remember her?) but first of all, Swift's last album was pure garbage.  Let's just be honest about it.  Every time I'm in a store and I hear "re-red-red, re-red-red, re-red" I wonder if their itunes is frozen.  (or maybe their vinyl record?) And on top of that she dates all these weird older/younger/harry (get it) men and I'm not sure she's so much more modest or conservative or even original as any other famous girl artist out there.

Ok she's definitely better than Kesha.  Whoops forgot the $ in her name.

I'm callin' you out Taylor, for being as much of an imposter as Manti Te'o's non-girlfriend. (you know I had to sneak that in somewhere!)

My two cents on today: Giants win in the rain was SWEET. Maybe I'll jump on the bandwagon if it's not too late.

The presidential debates always disappoint me. Do you vote for the flip floppy guy that doesn't seem very honest, or the articulate guy that hasn't enacted a lot of positive change in the past 4 years.

Also Taylor Swift's new album kind of stinks, let's just say it.  Except for...



Also, today I've been thinking about parameters for measuring success in life.  My test didn't go so hot today, and I was pretty bummed since I had worked so hard studying for it.  But obviously there are better ways to measure your life than the wins and losses of temporal things.  This is a bit lengthy, but it's a great read from an LDS professor at the Harvard Business School.    Ok bed time!

Countdowns

Oh people still blog!  That is exciting.  Since my blog skills fell off the planet this last year I wasn't sure if there was something in the water that made everyone a horrible writer or if it was just me.  Yup just me.  Anyway, I live in Arizona!  No pics for now, but there will be some.  Probably two months from now because, remember, I stink at blogging. Anyway, I have actually been in this rather hot state for...5 weeks now?  And by state I mean United State not physiological state of being....that would be totes awkward.  Anyway, I've been running lately, and on the treadmill because it's 100 degrees at nighttime, and I was reminded of something I feel strongly about.  Countdowns suck.  Never count down to something.  When I'm on the treadmill, and look down to see that I've been on for 5 minutes, sometimes I think of my target time (6 minutes) (just kidding) (usually) and I keep looking down to see if I've made it or not.  And it makes every second on that dang treadmill so miserable.  But if I just start people watching the stereotypical gym people or watch tv, the time seems to go a lot faster, and I actually go for more than 6 minutes on that dang treadmill.

Example Number 2: Once upon-a-time I was in the mtc and I tore my acl, and went out to Italy without surgery.  Well as I was traipsing around my first city, Mantova, I started to notice that my knee was hurting really badly.  And it didn't go away.  And at that point I wasn't thinking about the baptisms or stopping people on the street to talk or learning Italian, but about the fact that I couldn't make it two years with my bum knee feeling the way it was.  So I made a countdown to the date of our interviews when I'd talk to Prez and tell him "uhhh my knee isn't working right" and then he'd send me home for surgery and I'd serve the rest of my mission in Iowa.  At least that's how I worked it out in my mind.  And the countdown was supposed to help me get through those very difficult first days/weeks when my knee hurt with every step, I couldn't understand anything people were saying in Italian, and my companion was a real winner.  Welp, I obviously didn't go home, but got transferred to another city where they didn't use bikes, just buses, and everything turned out fine.  But I remember those days of my countdown, when each day felt like an eternity, and as I kept looking down to see how far I'd made it, I didn't notice any real progress.

Well, I didn't mean for this to be so long and circuitous, but sometimes I find myself counting down here in Arizona; counting down until I can visit Provo friends, or counting down until I can make it to our next school break.  But in my experience, counting down is the most miserable of activities.

To finish, a quote that I liked recently from a certain Jim Elliot: "Wherever you are, be all there"   

M Words

Hey I still have a blog!  I haven't been on here forever, I know, and it's pretty embarrassing.  Also auto correct just notified me that I misspelled embarrassing...so the embarrassment is just multiplying.  Anyway I've been sick for AGES and just struggling to make it through the days, but also I've been having so much fun!  My two weeks in Santa Barbara were some of the best memories of 2012 for me so far.  Seriously, I loved hanging out with awesome and inspiring youth, eating daily at the DLG (made famous by Jack Johnson), making tons of new friends with the normal counselors, and making fun of the drama filled lives of the clique-ish counselors.  Weird that so many counselors start acting like they're in high school again when they work with high schoolers.

After each of my weeks, all the girls in my group decided to leave me with a very kind parting message as they said goodbye to me: "Get Married Hamilton!" Thanks guys.  I had never really thought about marriage, but I guess now that you bring it up, maybe I should look into it.  Which leads to the M Words on my mind this week:

Marriage.  Military.  Money.  Medicine.  MOVING.

15 more days of Provo.  Let's party before it's all over.