Thursday, December 31, 2009

The Life of A child


I love this picture so much. My mom didn't really think it was special, but I love it. The focus and detail is just fantastic. I give all credit to my camera though. I like my camera. Anyways.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Custom Indoor Soccer Shoes

Real Kangaroo leather and the club mascot.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Box Shaped House

Wow. The quality of this picture isn't that great. Probably because I copied it from another blog of mine. I'll have more pictures of this house in about 2 weeks. Its a very interesting house....

Friday, December 25, 2009

Essay

Oregon was beautiful, only slightly less serene than my hometown of Sandy, Utah. The rosy oranges and sunglow yellow of the sharp Wasatch Mountains, the ice-capped Lone Peak, the broad sagebrush fields full of grouse; Sandy was supreme when it came to splendorous scenes. I had now been in Oregon for 68 long, blistering hours now, but I was just beginning to comprehend what Oregon meant to me. Oregon didn’t mean gorgeous, lush volcanoes, dark-blue, crystal-clear lakes, or endless evergreens. It didn’t mean prominent vineyards or the world’s largest airplane. It meant Linfield. A small red-brick college just outside of McMinnville, a drunkard town, full of ageless, ivy cinemas and broken-down diners and faded pubs where friends were made and memories recalled. Linfield started my dreams, but ended them as well. All within five days.

Let me explain why Linfield is such a special college. Linfield takes the finest 18 soccer athletes from each state (in Region IV(states west of Colorado)) and brings them up to Oregon for something called Region Camp. At Region Camp the states play each other and scouts select the 40 best players. Those best 40 players form the Regional Team and make National Camp where the process is repeated, only instead of states playing each other, regions play each other. I had been fortunate enough to make Team Utah and fortunate enough to go to Region IV Camp.

Our first game was against New Mexico, a powerhouse. We weren’t supposed to win, but we did. It was a massive upset in the billowing eyes of the staff and the rest of the campers. I didn’t start, which was expected, but something I thought I deserved, after all I was the leading scorer in Utah, right? Alejandro had already scored once and he was now racing down the field, he beat one kid with a scissors, another with a kwrafe till he got to the keeper. He shot, the keeper blocked it, and the ball fell to my scratched, blue, kangaroo-leather cleats. A small, chiseled grin fell onto my splintered, chapped lips, the cold sweat rolled off the back of my buzzed head. I knew I was going to score. I picked up my left foot and swung it like a pendulum, back and then forth. The connection between my foot and the ball made the loud boom when the ball is stricken correctly. Goal. This is the moment my dreams commenced. I had just scored on against New Mexico at Region Camp. This week was my chance, I could get a seen by a coach, I could let my name be heard…these five days could change my life.

We played Idaho the next day. My coach started me for the first time ever. The statement of my name in the starting line-up sent a rush of excitement creeping down my spine, walking on each vertebrate as if they were steps. I figured I could score again today because of Idaho’s weak defense, which meant I could prove I was the best. But we tied Idaho 0-0 that day and I didn’t realize it then, but I know see the instigation of my brutal awakening of my fantasy-full slumber.

I didn’t start the next two games. I didn’t score either. I didn’t really do anything…but that’s just because my coach didn’t play me enough, because Gerry was playing with me, because I didn’t have the opportunity. I ignored any advice given, even from our team’s Region Trainer. He spent 15 minutes of his life giving me an evaluation and I didn’t listen to a word he said. I didn’t care who I offended, I just wanted to score; if Jesus was playing out there on the field, I would have found one of his faults. The success of the team didn’t matter.

Day 5, the last day, included the final assembly where they would announce the Regional Team. I knew I didn’t make it, but at least one kid from Utah would make it. The head director walked up to the podium and started to say words no one understood due to his bromken english. He started to call names of campers whom had made the team: Mike Hassel, Dave Bocker, “Tree”, when their names were called they would line up on the stage. Alejandro. That was obvious, Alejandro had played the best for us. Hookiadad Ajebro, Sam Weston, then Josh Chavez. The name amazed me. Josh had been injured for half the camp; my mind ran with the ideas of jealousy and unfairness. Then Trase Stapley’s name was called. The name stung my brain with a throbbing brand that was stamped into my conscious. Trase had scored less goals than me in Utah League Play. If my mind ran when Josh’s name was called, my mind flying was now flying in a F35 Bomber. I should have made it over Trase.

The thought of Trase making the team pained me to think about. It was like a Giant Water Beatle sucking the dead life of a gold fish. I asked, “Why didn’t I make the team?” I had led the league in goals that season for club. And I hadearned that prestigious title. I ran sprints in the blazing hot sun that summer; every single day, till I couldn’t run anymore. Then I went home and did pushups, till my arms gave out. I had deserved to make Regional Team. I had worked harder than anyone.

The tears smash into my filthy keyboard as I am typing these very words because I haven’t learned a lesson from this experience. As of 400 minutes ago I lost in the semi-finals of state cup. This time I had experience from Region Camp to know what it feels like to fail. I didn’t want to feel that pain again, but I let it happen. The emotion I felt when I heard that game-ending whistle blow is indescribable. The best way it can be explained is this: I haven’t slept. That’s why this very word is written at 3: 14 A.M. I can’t stop eating, I can’t type a history paper, I can’t function correctly. You only have so many chances to make your life unique, to make your life worth living. And I don’t know to say or to think about how to take full advantage of these. I can only say one thing. Arete, a Greek word, best described by an old pal of mine, Mr. Bennet. His definition is a quote from his nephew. “I’m not losing to these assholes again.”

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Epic Fail of Colors








My family has this mini village and the colors change rapidly. I wanted to experiment with these colors; obviously it was a failure.
As you can see, the lights pretty much just went pure white. Which actually makes sense, black is the lack of colors and white is excess of colors...? Maybe. That's what I've taken from these pictures. I also took the same type of pictures with my film camera. So I'll tell you how those go.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Snow Flakes!


Annie



This is Annie. She's my soccer goal. I love her.

Grind it Out

Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence.
Talent won't.

Nothing is more common than unsuccessful people with talent.
Genius doesn't.

Unrewarded genius is almost a proverb.
Education can't.

The world is full of educated derelicts.
Persistence and Determination alone are omnipotent.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

I miss summer....



I miss summer sooo much!
Don't get me wrong, I love the Christmas season, but I love summer
Things are cold here in Utah, but we aren't getting much snow.
So the skiing isn't that great...you can't sled...there's not much to do.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Golf




Its the most wonderful time of the year. Its snowing here in Utah, but in Vegas it isn't. Look at the weather just 3 weeks ago. Sunny and hot.

Monday, December 14, 2009




Sunday, December 13, 2009

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Falling Cat?



~Avery

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Dinners


Top: Thanksgiving dinner. Bottom: Pancakes with sausage and bacon INSIDE.

Casino LIGHTS




I spent Thanksgiving week in Vegas. These pictures are from the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. The Family and I went to a Cirque du Soleil show. It was the Ka. It was truly amazing. Unbelievable. Anyways. Here are just some pictures I took walking around the casino. Hopefully I'll be posting a lot more now.

Avery.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Friday, November 6, 2009




I've totally slaughtered my blog. I feel awful about it too....I had such a great start and then I gave up. Sigh.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Best Ever



Avery seems to think he's too busy to attend to this blog. I've seen his grade in Spanish so I know he's not spending all his time there. Come'on Avery. Post something!!!!!!!!

In his continual absence, I offer this post of the greatest album ever--at least the greatest rock and roll album of my generation. I tend to listen to Dave Matthews more these days, but as a pure rock album--this can't be touched. What about the rest of you? What's your favorite rock album of all time?

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Raingutter Regatta

This videos were captured with iPhone. This is a scouting event where boys make boats from balsa wood kits. They race them in track made from rain gutters. It gets them pretty wound up.





Monday, October 26, 2009

Hail Storm Snowbird Ride



Rode my bike up to Snowbird on Saturday. The ride up was very nice. Started at about 50 degrees and by the time I reached the resort I could see my breath. The ride down was awful. I caught a hail storm which really hurt--not to mention it froze me. I crept down the canyon slowly and shaking with chills. But all in all, it was a great ride and no better way to scrub away the calories.

As you can see from looking to the top back of the photos, we've got snow. Lousy pictures captured with iPhone.