Sunday, December 26, 2010

2010 Nativity at Grandma and Grandpa Randall's house.

I just want to wish everyone a merry Christmas. I have been thinking a lot this year about how to have the Christmas spirit. I used to think it had to do with giving. I had to find the perfect gift for other people and they had to know the perfect thing to give me. Then we all had the Christmas spirit together.

Then one year I got a bunch of presents that weren't right at all. I wondered how my loved ones could possibly have given such wrong gifts. Didn't they know me at all? I didn't think I was being selfish in my indignation. I didn't care what I got, after all. I just cared that people knew me well enough to give the right gifts. But I see now, many years later, how selfish I really was. I was selfish with my relationships. It mattered to me too much how other people showed their love to me. What I should have been more concerned with was how I show my love for them. What gifts had I given?

What gifts have I ever given? I'm terrible at giving gifts. If my loved ones were as selfish as I had been, they would think I didn't love them at all, which isn't true. This year is yet another year I have not had perfect gifts for my loved ones. I hope they all know how much I love them.

My mother-in-law asked me this year what gift I would give the Savior. The first thing that came to mind was service. I hope I can give it this year by serving my loved ones. I can't buy them stuff, but that hardly matters. I can always serve, and that's the best gift of all.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Face the World

Time once again, for Mike's Poetry Corner.

This edition of Mike's Poetry Corner features a short poem I wrote nearly two decades ago while serving an LDS mission in Phoenix, Arizona.

"Face the world," He said. I said, "No, I'll die." Says He, "You're never dead, Unless you never try."
So I did, and I died. Now I'm dead, 'cause I tried.
But I remember what He said and He is not a liar. So though my body may be dead, my spirit's lifted higher.



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Sunday, April 11, 2010

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Recent History of Protests: A Musical Perspective

I was born near the end of an era of small uprising. A time when people were mad at the government. From the war in Vietnam to a new brand of environmentalism, there was plenty to be mad about. Popular music often reflected this anger. You had John Lennon singing "give peace a chance" and who could forget Bob Dylan "Blowin' in the Wind"?

But I grew up in the 80s. There was nothing to be mad about in the 80s. Maybe it was just my youth, but I don't remember there being anything to be mad about. Not like today, with greedy corporate CEOs, tough economic times, and huge back and forth political swings, from the right to the left.

However, the 80s weren't totally devoid of protest songs and rock'n'roll political statements. Smaltzy love ballads, foreign aid tributes, and new age wasn't the only music to come out in the 80s. I've put together a smattering of lyrics from the 80s that illustrate this.

One of the most common forms of protest was against the banality of middle-class suburbia and the increasing influence of government in the lives of the common man. Who could forget Twisted Sister singing "We're not gonna take it"?

"we've Got The Right To Choose And
there Ain't No Way We'll Lose It
this Is Our Life, This Is Our Song
we'll Fight The Powers That Be Just
don't Pick Our Destiny 'cause
you Don't Know Us, You Don't Belong"


And of course there are always going to be anti-war songs, even if there is no war to oppose. For example, Guns'n'Roses, "Civil War". It stirred up such graphic imagery as:

"Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store"

Or

"But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide"

"What's so civil 'bout war anyway?"


More often than not, however, protest could be found in songs we didn't even recognize as protest songs. Who knew that when the Boss sang Born in the USA, he was really protesting the treatment of Vietnam vets.

"Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me"
I go down to see the V.A. man
He said "Son don't you understand"

Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years down the road
Nowhere to run, ain't got nowhere to go"


And how many of us knew that the perky 99 Red Balloons song by Nena was really about the cold war? The idea behind the song was what if a bunch of balloons floated over the Berlin wall to the Soviet sector. Could a tragic over-reaction trigger a nuclear war?

"99 red balloons.
floating in the summer sky.
Panic bells, it's red alert.
There's something here from somewhere else.
The war machine springs to life.

99 Decision Street.
99 ministers meet.
To worry, worry, super-scurry.
Call the troops out in a hurry.
This is what we've waited for.
This is it boys, this is war.
The president is on the line
As 99 red balloons go by.

99 Knights of the air
Ride super-high-tech jet fighters
Everyone's a superhero.
Everyone's a Captain Kirk."

Anyway, you get the point. Okay, I've meandered around this post too long. Now go out and dust off your old cassette tapes.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Haunted House Last Night



After I fell asleep last night, Trey called for his mommy. Jeralynn found him wide awake and scared. He told her that he heard a voice. According to the frightened little boy, the voice said "I will kill you." Disturbed by this, Jeralynn did her best to comfort him. Trey often claims to have nightmares and frequently uses the "I'm scared" routine to get attention when he doesn't want to go to sleep. But something about the specificity of Trey hearing the voice didn't seem normal.

Back in the living room, Jeralynn mentioned the incident to her sister who is staying over this week. Josie immediately claimed to have heard it too, a male voice saying, "I don't want to kill you, but I will."

By this time, Jeralynn was getting a bit scared herself. She searched Trey's room for any sign of a toy or something that might sound like that. Upon finding nothing and still having the problem of Trey wide awake, she prayed with him to try and calm him down enough to be able to sleep.

Next, she came back into our room where I still lay, sound asleep, and saw my laptop on the desk. Immediately she remembered about all the strange alert sounds I had set on my computer, including one movie quote that says, "I don't want to kill you, but I will." After 45 minutes of near panic, the mystery was solved and the offending computer was put on mute.

I guess I'm lucky I didn't wake up with her fingers around my throat saying, "I don't want to kill you, but I will, if you don't change your computer audio alerts."

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

I wonder if SMS blogging will be any easier.

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

I finally posted a video I made a long time ago on my YouTube site.


Aren't we just a bunch of sillyheads?