I wasn't going to go. My film was being screened at the LDS Film Festival on Thursday night, but I'd vacilated too long. I didn't want to take more time off from work. Our daughter's birthday party was that weekend. Airfare was now fairly expensive. But my wife, Emily, emailed me at work: "Just go. I'll send you pictures of the birthday party. There's high inflation on regret. Buy a ticket and I'll see you Sunday or Monday. I love you." So I bought a ticket Wednesday night at 8pm. 8am the next morning I was taking off from LaGuardia on my way to Salt Lake City. (She even got up at 6am to give me a ride to the airport. That's love!) Here are some things I learned on my way:
1. Don't fight it. Let the magic happen.
2. Everyone uses the bathroom.
3. Mellow music makes many things possible.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
We had our friends, Cole and Aubrey Carter and their kids, over for a little afternoon jam session in our living room. We had a blast strumming, remembering parts of tunes, making up tunes and ultimately discovering some hidden gems. Aubrey and Cole were kind enough to share with us a song they'd written many moons ago, called "The Stalker Song." We were fortunate to hear the premise first. Feel free to listen in either order:
Now that you've had a chance to listen to something that hopefully made you smile (we certainly had a good laugh), here's something that will hopefully make you cry.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Okay. Here's my warm up post.
It's confession time: online publicity freaks me, just a little bit. I have a Facebook page. My friend, Doug, talked me into it. I've regretted it ever since. I visit it about once a month. A recent post from a high school friend said, "You don't get here much do you?" I never replied.
I have another blog: haroldbonogandhi.blogspot.com. I intentionally kept it "anonymous". If you go there, you'll see a picture of me...wearing a helmet with the faceshield down. Like the Night Rider of Blogging. Okay, maybe more like Darth Vadar. But I digress.