The End (And a New Page)

Well, it’s over. I did it. For whatever that ends up being worth. I ended up taking a sabbatical from virtually everything in my life over the summer (including blogging) but the beard and hair stayed through it all. The past year had a little bit of everything. The highest of highs and the lowest…

Final – The Audio Essay

I am fully aware of how long it has been since I posted last, but considering the semester I’ve had, I am pleased with just having crossed the finish line. I have been spending so much time working on school and finals and end-of-year projects, that I’ve been neglecting the blog. So in that spirit, I…

Anger Management – Part I

I thumbed through a selection of poems for one of my classes while I waited for my therapist to come and grab me from the lobby. My appointment was at 12:15, and it was now 12:21, and I began to fidget impatiently in my seat. What is taking him so long? I thought to myself,…

Samson: Weeks 14-18 (feat Raffi)

Holy smokes. My message is short and sweet this go around. This past month has been a roller-coaster. A new, 15-credit semester beginning at school, the entire family becoming deathly ill, and some trials within the extended family all culminated making for a real mess of a new year. I didn’t want to go to school…

Delilah: Weeks 10-13

Blogosphere, I have a serious confession to make: I done messed up. On the Thursday evening of finals week—stressed from studying and preparing for our exams—Kate and I made the trip down to our local Five Guys Burgers to indulge in a greasy treat that we didn’t have to spend time cooking. It seemed like…

Have a Hoity-Toity Christmas

Sporadic and light flurries meant snow blower sales trickled in more slowly this time of year at Ipaco, and work seemed to creep along at an unbearably sluggish pace. This made for terribly long and exhausting days. I pitied my poor boss who had graciously allowed me to remain on during the slow season but struggled…

The Moon Also Rises: The Healing Power of Fiction

Equipped with only a bottle of water and my crushable felt hat named “Stetson,” two of my closest friends and I set out on the moonlit trail towards the remains of an old pioneer sawmill at the end of Logan Canyon’s right-hand fork. It was the final night of a Supermoon that was the closest…

Samson: Weeks 6-9

With my second semester back at USU drawing to a close, and the short but much needed Winter Break on the horizon, I have been pretty much conceded defeat to school. My weekly pictures seem to corroborate that, too. Earlier this week, I even had a random old dude at the gas station mistake me…

Aloha, UT

Learning to follow through, I am learning, is more of an exercise in doing rather than thinking. Performing hundreds of mental push-ups to force a personal change and hoping for good results doesn’t tend to actually yield anything useful. Getting into the habit of rolling out of bed at the same time every morning has less to…

Samson: Weeks 1-5 (with pictures of course)

I know I said that whole thing about Samson was a metaphor, and while that is absolutely true, I really am going on a shaving/haircut diet for a year (part of that “sticking with your dreams” stuff remember??). I began taking weekly pictures of my progress after the first and final shave so I could…

One

Hi. My name is Kyle. This is my blog. But seriously, what else are these introductions supposed to say? Obviously, a little bit of background is required for any new start, but where do you draw the line? Do you give everyone a detailed list of everything you have ever seen/eaten/read as far back as…