tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69273069141990274152024-02-18T23:16:05.500-08:00Dalton's Incessant RamblingsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843730080186096242noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927306914199027415.post-4459040444799870892016-11-22T10:27:00.002-08:002016-11-22T10:27:31.953-08:00The Reasoning Behind My Recent Desert Retreat<span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">There are a lot of reasons I decided to take a break from the ever-present technological and chaotic society we find ourselves in and retreat to the deserts of southern Utah this past Friday. The most obvious and fresh wound being the results of the election... I don't even want to get into it just yet. But I was also looking to just get away from it all for a bit and take a break from the pressures of living in this day and age. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My dog was my only companion and often the only living thing I would interact with throughout the course of the day. It's just simple when the only big decisions I need to make are what San Rafael Swell </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">canyon </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">I'm going to be hiking that day, and what time I want to get back to camp for dinner. This is one of the reasons I enjoy my job in the summer so much, when we're out in the middle of no where and I only have to worry about what's directly ahead. I'm not concerned with what's happening back home or around the country, just the space I am occupying. At it's deepest level, his trip was necessary in simplifying my daily life to a more relaxed state. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Another part of me that was refreshed by this little journey was the side of me that likes to be alone and prefers the solitude to reconfigure and process the complexity of my life. While out in the desert it contained a very special moment, I could not just think but see and know that I'm alone for at least a couple miles in every direction. The thought of this is both liberating and a terrifying to a lone hiker in the desert's winter. Being able to know how alone and secluded I was, and being the realist that I am I had concerns about this trip. Given the potentially dangerous nature of hiking not just alone, but in the terrain of narrow slot canyons or uneven river rocks I realized I could possibly be injured. As many of my friends and family (had before and have since my return) brought up, my safety was concerning to them upon hearing the news of this trip. Here's the thing about that, I have a fair amount of familiarity with traversing long distances over uneven or difficult terrain becuase that is a major part of my job. I also possess a fair amount of skills and knowledge in emergency medicine and carry applicable medical supplies that I'm convinced could save my life in a pinch. So yes this trip was risky, but in a way I felt like I could manage if things went bad. But given my lack of canyoneering skills or experience I still felt what I consider a reasonable amount of risk or danger, this is also similar to my job in a way I like. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Accompanying me and helping pass the time of my desert retreat were the albums of Pink Floyd, mostly The Dark Side of the Moon. Part of my secret shame as a fan of classical rock and it's illustrious history is that I had never listened to that album before. But now that has been corrected as of the 5th of this month when I attended a Pink Floyd laser show at the Planetarium and I have been listening ever since. I can tell you this, there is something very soothing and relaxing about cruising down rural, desert highways to the full instrumental flow of that album. The album played a large role in the trip, especially when you consider that I constantly have music playing when I'm doing these relaxing outdoor activities. So when I'm cooking breakfast in the morning, splitting firewood in the evening, or traversing the San Rafael Swell I have some music playing, at least at a low volume. Pink Floyd did very well accompanying some of the most spectacular views Utah has to offer, both hiking and driving. </span></div>
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<a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/J_Iw2eN5ohno0SF2tMnjhGEq5Scs7UsU2tmeFF_DZ0X7Lt3DYUZZeeEkW32sWGyPU9c_3yk7RWUavLC0mILIWGhJ2YQ0cWKx2Y18M3nbZ8YNOgr6TceXJuCtg8NYLBSZgkw3YLtX" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="533" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/J_Iw2eN5ohno0SF2tMnjhGEq5Scs7UsU2tmeFF_DZ0X7Lt3DYUZZeeEkW32sWGyPU9c_3yk7RWUavLC0mILIWGhJ2YQ0cWKx2Y18M3nbZ8YNOgr6TceXJuCtg8NYLBSZgkw3YLtX" style="border: none; transform: rotate(0rad);" width="297" /></a><span id="docs-internal-guid-d622670b-8a2d-8e9b-ab25-93a308b52caa"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Yes, one of the other reasons I wanted to get away was to run from the reality of the election results this year... Things were pretty emotional on election night at my house as the results came in and we slowly came to the realization that Trump would actually win. While the thought of what's about to unfold these next 4 years still scares me a little bit, and I think that things will undoubtedly change I think we will still be fine, as a country. I actually gained a lot of perspective and was put a bit at ease from the episode of Saturday Night Live that was hosted by Dave Chappelle. Because the whole tone of the show and the jokes they were making throughout the duration of the show were hopeful that we'll pull through together and it really lifted my spirits. In fact SNL set the tone from the very beginning with the cold open, Kate McKinnon as Hillary playing the piano while singing Leonard Cohen's "</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Hallelujah" and ending the song with "I'm not giving up, and neither should you." So while Trump getting elected and that damn Governor of ours in Utah getting re-elected were difficult pills to swallow, a little wilderness therapy made me realize that things might not meet the cataclysmic end I was worried about when election results finalized. To build and grow, you need a starting place to rise above and this seems like a good place to start from. Together we can build, grow, and progress in the country and the chaotic state we find ourselves in, in Trump's America. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">But when I reflect to my time in the desert -now 5 days home- I remember most the breathtaking views, all the sunrises and (mostly) sunsets on the diverse range of rocks that divide the sections of playground. The fact that no matter what changes occur in this country, in my neighborhood or throughout my life, that vast array of rock walls and mighty rivers that carve them will continue to stand or run no matter what things we humans do to each other. That's a big comfort to me in a way that terrifies me about my own life, the notion that those formations where created hundreds of millions of years ago and to them my entire life is just a blink of the proverbial eye. But no matter my feelings on the terrain or trying to quantify just how long it's stood unflinching, I still gain comfort and perspective being in the presence of these diverse and stoic formations. My favorite thing to enjoy in this world (both work and in my free time) is this, </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">the variety of ways in which our world was shaped and how heart warming it's natural beauty can be.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843730080186096242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927306914199027415.post-47191572443235925692015-07-17T09:41:00.000-07:002015-07-17T09:41:12.722-07:00Raising a Glass to the Dearly DepartedThis past Saturday, while everyone in American Fork was out to see their parade celebrating their "what-have-you" celebration days. I was getting directions for navigating detours and cursing at said parade-going folk so that I may make my way to the American Fork cemetery. Now, under normal circumstances I would be telling you that a cemetery is the absolute last place I would like to wake up early on a Saturday (my Sunday with my work schedule) to go to. Given the extraordinary events I witnessed while on the hallowed ground, I assure you, you will not hear complaint one from me.<br />
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Jessica had asked me to accompany her, given the very personal and emotional nature of the friendship she had with the dearly departed. After we parked on the side street flooded with cars as it was marked as the official detour of the parade route closures, we walked to the ominous green tents to shade the bereaved. I found it difficult to hear the first person to speak into the microphone and thought we were going to have to battle the street noise, and the ruckus of a little league baseball game 50 yards from the grave throughout the entire service. What I witnessed as is stood with the blazing July sun beating down on me, was one of the most genuine, and love-filled grave side services performed by a truly saddened family. I could tell from the cracks in their voices, their tissues and the general expressions on their faces that they were truly shocked by the events leading them to that moment. <br />
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His name was David Chalk, and from everything I gathered during the service, he was the type of person who you wanted to be around you as much as possible. I never had the pleasure of meeting Dave, but Jessica had mentioned that he might need to ride our couch a month or so after we had first moved into our current residence. From what I heard, Dave was a frequenter of the couches of friends and casual acquaintances in all of his many traveling adventures. Dave had been diagnosed with a form of cancer that he had been battling for several years, since he was 16. He was the type of person to live life to the fullest, always doing everything he wanted to do, when he wanted to do it. He was going to ride out the one fair shake he got in this world and see as much of it and taste as much of it as he possibly could. He was a traveler, a sports fanatic and a food connoisseurs. He did not let his diagnosis define him, and he sure wasn't going to let anybody give him any special treatment or pity on account of the fact that he's "sick." From what I gathered from the beautiful eulogy his three sisters honored him with, he was intoxicating to be around. He was the type of person who lived in the moment and for every moment. He loved music, dancing, and getting everybody in on the good time. From the vivid word picture his family and friends painted, Dave was the guy to light up a room, talk to everyone in it, and then have a circle gathered around him to witness a care-free display of his signature sweet dance moves.<br />
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The reason I felt inspired to write this piece about a man I've never met was I was blown away by the sort of effect he had on other people. Between all the information I could gather, everything that Jessica has told me about him, his heart felt eulogy, and all the side conversations I heard graveside today, Dave was one of those people you HAD to know to believe the energy and life they could give off. But just because I didn't know him, doesn't mean that he can't have taught me something. Today I was reminded how important it is to make your moments count and do the things you want to do. I think Jessica said it best in the car ride on the way home "I always just thought he was going to be around forever because he was Dave." He is one of those people who embody the free spirit we all wish we could be. My advice to you is live deliberately. Don't just sit idly by as your life drives you round and round the endless circle of paperwork or meaningless tasks. I was reminded that life is meant for the bold, and to not be afraid of what people will think or how things will be perceived. Because one day we're all going to end up like Dave, in a hole in the ground. Do you want to be remembered as the guy/girl who was just there, or do you want to be remembered as the one who makes a presence and did everything you ever wanted? I'll take the latter, if you don't mind. I could tell by the sheer number of people that showed up, he was the one to make a presence and an impression. Do the things you want to do, help others, live life and leave a trail of friends along the way. Be like Dave Chalk.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843730080186096242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927306914199027415.post-51993407400637493372015-04-28T22:22:00.001-07:002015-04-28T22:22:14.844-07:00Self help? No, I'll just keep paddling. Some time ago, I was at my local library preparing for the prospect of a new college semester. After hours of temple-rubbing work I decided to actually take advantage of the thousands of books surrounding me. I have been interested lately in finding a belief system that both conforms to my personal beliefs, and allows me to grow and flourish as a citizen of this universe. This pointed me in the general direction of eastern religions by the sheer notion that you never hear of a radical Buddhist or extremist Hindu. Also, their view of the universe seems much more evolved than the religions of the western world. Subsequently I picked up this book:<br />
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<i>Zen and the Art of Happiness</i>: by Chris Prentiss</div>
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It was a quick little read, and my thoughts on it are thus. This book can be helpful to some, and by some I mean those who have sunken to rock bottom and need to build up the fundamentals of having a life that is functional in our society. It's continuous mantra is "everything that happens to me is the best possible thing that can happen." Now, I don't disagree with this ideology fundamentally. But I feel as though it's application is off-center. The author (co-founder of Passages in Malibu, California) calls on analogies and anecdotal evidence proving that having this blindly ignorant outlook on life is helpful. I agree that having a positive outlook on the world and the events that befall us can effect our overall happiness. I know several things to be true, and have learned a lot since my life came crumbling down around me. I have learned that it's nice to look on the bright side, put a positive spin on things to get you through the darker times of your life where all hope seems lost. I have also learned that it's OK to admit that the universe is just fucking with you sometimes. This is just how the world works sometimes, it doesn't seem to me that there is any logic that can be applied to terrible events. I don't believe that I, or anyone for that matter, am being punished by some vengeful God that looks down at us and punishes the wicked and rewards the pure of heart by making their life any easier or difficult. I think I was just dealt a bum hand. You take a sudden agitation of chronic medical conditions, add the vindictive selfishness of someone who I thought was looking out my siblings, with a dash of family tension and you get the first couple years of my 20's. That's what happened, there's no rhyme or reason to it, sometimes the shit-storm of your life shakes out some terrible things<br />
over the course of a month. The point I'm getting to is that we can't just cling to self-affirming words that help build the foundation of a subservient life. Instead of just passively allowing the world to do what it may, I prefer the guiding words of THIS "self help" book:<br />
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<i>Paddle Your Own Canoe</i>: by Nick Offerman</div>
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The words in this book are all about taking control of your own life and living it the way you want. I subscribe to the notion that if you grab life by the balls and be a man about your problems, you'll turn out alright. You might not have everything that you want, you might not be happy with everything that's ever happened in your life, but at least it's your life. I have a hard time reading a book that tells us to sit shotgun while life just goes about it's business a takes a hard right or quick left every now and again. I would rather take the wheel and be the master of my own destiny. Thank you to Mr. Offerman, for giving me a practical guide to being a man and bending my fate to my own will.<br />
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There are many tales of drug and alcohol-fueled adolescent mischief throughout the book, which I happen to enjoy from a story-telling standpoint. But the last 4-5 pages of every chapter are hard-nosed life advice from a man that's been around the block a time or two. While these pieces of advice compliment and overlap the values of his Netflix stand-up comedy special, <i>American Ham: Ten Tips for a Prosperous Life</i> (which if you haven't seen or even heard of, I recommend you use the device you're reading this blog on, and witness it immediately). I find them just as useful, comforting and easy to get behind in print as I do in a more audio-visual medium.<br />
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The thing I'm getting at is one of the main points that Mr. Offerman brings up time and time again in both versions of telling us to "paddle [our] own canoe," and that piece of advice is to get a hobby. It may be beneficial to explain that Nick doesn't want want you to take up a hobby in the high-school-club sense of the word, but more of a discipline. Woodworking is a discipline mentioned and called back to heavily throughout the two pieces. So I'm trying my hand at writing, or crafting words to express my inner feelings. They may be very on the nose like this blog post, or they could be more subversive and mysterious in the form of a poem or a work of fiction. The point is, I'm trying to put something out there they can make a difference in someone's life, even if the only person's life it effects is mine. Because I'm going though a rough patch, I'm needing some validation and an outlet to express the things that are difficult to talk about in person. I just want to let you all know that I'm taking Nick Offerman's advice and paddling my own canoe, but with a keyboard, or paper and pen. This is how I'm going to help myself be the person I want to be and help shape my world. not by repeating to myself, "everything that happens to me is the best possible thing that could happen to me."<br />
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I think it is also worth mentioning that Mr. Offerman has another book that will be released soon. I am elated at the notion of reading more about what one of my personal heroes has to say about some of histories gutsiest troublemakers, hopefully it's peppered with golden nuggets of wisdom like <i>Paddle</i>.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843730080186096242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927306914199027415.post-83099791826210786082015-04-17T16:33:00.000-07:002015-04-17T16:33:31.560-07:00My first independent venture into our National Park System.This past weekend my girlfriend and I took a drive down to a charming little town called Springdale, Utah. There we found, red rock, a tent campsite, and some crazy Australian/British (depending on who you ask) students from California. But much more importantly, the entrance to the main canyon of Zion National Park. The views from the town were amazing, very tall, sheer cliffs of red rock sandstone complemented by the green juniper needles abundant around the Virgin River. That night, we made tinfoil dinners on a bed of charcoal briquettes in the fire ring, listening to Mumford and Sons on my brand new, fancy-pants, environment-proof speaker system (which I thought would be perfect for hiking). I held Jessica's hand throughout this entire process, cluing her in on everything I knew about essentials of camping. A satisfied smirk of contentment came over me as she became more comfortable in an environment she's been dreading since she had terrible experiences camping in San Antonio and Oklahoma in her youth. She became more at-ease and accepting of some of the less comfortable parts of sleeping outside, in a tent. My life is so heavily involved with camping for my work and during hunting season. I admire her willingness to try something new that is so important to me. This is the second time we've wandered outside her comfort zone in the last two weeks, having gone out to murder some cans with as many bullet holes as we could muster. Yet another thing that Jessica a) never grew up around b) was very frightened of and c) willing to try because she knows how important it is to me.<br />
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Not only was she willing to go outside her comfort zone for me and go camping. outside. with bears?!?!! she thinks... But she was actually excited to go out and do massive amounts of cardio on some of the hardest hikes in the park! We saw some amazing views, feared for our life, and ate well earned PB&J's. This trip brought us closer together as a couple and made some amazing memories in one of the most beautiful canyons in the world. As much as it pains me to say (because they're under the Department of the Interior agency of the federal government just like the BLM, who apparently I'm supposed to have a friendly, brotherly rivalry with because I work for the Forest Service), the National Park Service has their shit together in their corners of this country. Their road and trail systems are impeccable, well-designed, and well-planned to accommodate such heavy use. Zion was the perfect combination of all of the things I love about nature, beautiful views of geological formations, a variety of interesting tree species, and the beauty presented in the sky, clouds and weather. Needless to say, this trip was chock full of beautiful views and awe inspiring hikes weaving through the red-rock. So yeah, Zion NP was a good place for me to experience the things I love most about nature, but I also had the experience of having Jessica by my side.<br />
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Yeah, we did the touristy stuff, the things that you hear the most about the park. We laughed in the face of danger while climbing to the top of Angel's Landing, with only a length of chain keeping us from plummeting to our deaths. We went as far as we could up The Narrows, inadvertently soaking our boots and socks with water from the Virgin River that throughout time carved the shape of this spectacular park's main canyon. The majesty and sheer size of these landmarks alone make you feel small on this planet while still inspiring me with it's spectacle of color, diversity, and height. I couldn't help but think of my favorite president ever, Teddy Roosevelt, and everything he saw in the American west before venturing back to Washington and implementing the preservation of such national beauty. Being in areas so well preserved makes me feel closer to the way the entire west looked like before it was so heavily developed. Yes there was plenty of bitching, inflamed joints, with a touch of sunburn, but we kicked some ass and took some names (slowly and steadily) on some of the hardest and most scenic hikes in my entire life.<br />
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I had never been to this part of Utah before, but once we started planning, the date couldn't come fast enough. I'd heard so much about this place, with much respect and admiration from all those I spoke to who had ventured down to this mystifying place before me. I never expected I could have such an emotional and spiritual experience in such a highly-traveled area, but being dwarfed by the sheer, runny, rusted, streaking red canyon walls I would eventually summit during my trip is a soulfully humbling experience. Being in these historically preserved places remind me of the best part of my job, which is being in very remote areas, rich with beauty. It's always a very humbling and equates to concentrated meditation sessions that recharge my soul and center me. What's even better is that as of now, Jessica and I are planning a trip to Arches National Park in the coming weeks for a similar experience outside of Moab. Much like Springdale, Moab is another one of those highly tourist-based towns, but it still as a very homey, small-town feel that's very inviting to me. I even talked Jessica into agreeing to a resolution to visit a new National Park every year for the rest of our lives! I could not love Jessica any more than I do at the conclusion of this trip, despite her being fairly grouchy for being outside of her comfort zone in a strange environment, doing something very foreign to her. It's her willingness to at least try to take interest in activities I am constantly doing year round that is so attractive to me. It was a captivating experience, and I don't wish to have had anyone else accompany me to what is now in my top 5 favorite places in the entire world. I'm proud of you and grateful for you, baby.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843730080186096242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927306914199027415.post-44031663981762838502015-01-03T17:27:00.003-08:002015-01-03T17:27:38.277-08:00Art begets art. The movies and TV shows that influences me in 2014.I saw many great movies and TV shows this past year. We went on epic space adventures together, uncovered secret organizations within the one we trusted the most, we got a feature-long, single shot, look behind the curtain of Hollywood film making. On a more weekly basis, we saw a man run faster than the speed of sound, a bright-eyed detective try and take on an entire city (including the police force), and later than most, I watched the story of a man who gave everything for his family only to learn how cruel and selfish he can be.<br />
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In case my vague descriptions of my favorite movies and TV shows weren't revealing enough, don't worry, I'll give more detailed breakdowns of all of them as I reflect back on this year's worth of entertainment and let you know how they effected me as a person and made me want to grow as an artist. A few of these properties may not be well known or widely liked, while others are major blockbuster hits, but they all effected me in different ways that make me want to be better and more involved in my life as well as contribute more art to this world. This medium of visual story-telling has been more than just an interest to me for quite some time now; impacting my daily life for nearly 5 years now. Although I don't have much to show for it (aside from a total of around 6 minutes worth of footage I made in high school), I've wanted to tell stories with film for a while now and have been doing massive amounts of research in the form of observing our entertainment world.<br />
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One of the greatest things an artist can do, is further the medium so that those who come later may continue to make better and better art. In my opinion, and taking into account all of the opinions that I have about the film industry and what makes something good or bad, these are my favorite things of the year:<br />
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Interstellar.<br />
Captain America: The Winter Soldier.<br />
Birdman.<br />
Guardians of the Galaxy.<br />
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Gotham.<br />
The Flash.<br />
Breaking Bad.<br />
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It's obvious that I'm a fan boy, in case you haven't read any of my previous posts, screaming with glee about the comic book properties that have entered the main stream of our media over the past 5 years or so. Therefore, I hope it's not too much to ask for you to excuse me while I geek out over these movies and TV show one last time. Thanks. Also, big time spoilers ahead. So if you don't want any spoilers, go watch these things, and then come back.<br />
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Interstellar. One of the late-comers of my year but certainly worth the wait. I haven't seen science fiction like in quite some time. It's the movie that revitalizes my interest in the space travel and exploration of the modern day. I've likened it to being the 2001: A Space Odyssey of my generation and I don't think that's much of a stretch. The realism of the travel and concepts applied by the characters raise so many questions in me about modern day science. This movie is a visual marvel to look at and behold. The effects and physics of this movie are stunning, as are many of Chris Nolan's other works. But this movie also has an Inception like heaviness and heady concept to wade through, which makes it compelling for me on a personal level. This movie becomes a journey that we take with the characters, rather than just being an inactive spectator.<br />
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Birdman. I'll start his write up off by saying, if you haven't seen this movie and you have any vested interest in the the film making world or art form: see it. This is one of those movies I mentioned previously that has furthered the art form of making movies and made me want to go out and try it for myself. This movie pushes the boundaries of what movies can look like, what they can feel like and truly inspires me. In case you haven't heard, the movie is made to look like one continuous shot. Much in the same vein as Alfred Hitchcock's Rope, which many said was a failure. Sticking with the motif, there are some time-lapses, because the movie takes place over the course of about a week, but other than that it's composed of nearly one shot. The thing I found most intriguing about the movie is that I really had never considered how Micheal Keaton, as an actor, paved the way for all of the superhero movies we're so used to. This isn't a subtle undertone shrouded in metaphors, they come right out and say it. It's a great revitalization role for Micheal, and one of my favorites of the year. <br />
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Guardians of the Galaxy. I know this is at the top of many people's "best of" or "fan favorite" lists for the year, and I've already fellated it enough in a <a href="http://daltonswritersblock.blogspot.com/2014/08/indiana-jones-would-be-proud-why.html" target="_blank">previous blog post</a>. But I just want to touch on it one last time and remind you all that "We Are Groot." The emotional strings that this movie tugs at gets me every time, especially after having gone through a similar situation as Peter in losing his mother. Without being (too) cheesy, I just wanted to applaud this movie on showing us how coming together as friends can really change the course of someone's life. So thank you to the Guardians, and to all of MY guardians. Thanks. Also, the thing that makes this movie so fun is it was willing to put the color back into space movies and take it out of the sterile environment we're used to seeing when we go to space.<br />
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Breaking Bad. I know I'm way late to the party on this one, but I can't let it go by without commenting. This fucking show. I'd never gotten further than a few episodes past the first season until later this year, then I became obsessed. If there's one thing I cannot get over, it's that the writing on the show and the character development make me question my morals because I'm cheering for certain characters for reasons I can't explain, despite them doing awful and terrible things. This is a show about intentions and interests. I think that's what I've gotten out of it in the 24 hours since I've watched the finale. There were certain characters I've cheered for since the beginning and characters who I've hated since the beginning. Somehow I was able to discount all of the personal changes that these (fictional) people went through over the course of the show and still have a flag to wave in Walt's corner at the end of the show.<br />
I can't explain it, because these characters motivations, intentions and actions are so complicated and convoluted. But the thing that I enjoyed most about the finale is that Walt was finally able to admit to himself and to Skylar that he didn't just do it for his family, that he did it for himself. That seems like a weird point for me to make, but I've been through something like that before, where I told myself and everybody that I was doing something for others and by the end I realized it was more for my sake than what I was telling everybody. Sometimes we're selfish, we don't mean to be, we don't start out trying to only influence our lives for the better. I know that I've really set out to help people before, but by the end I wanted to follow through with the task to make myself feel better. That's the thing that gets me so invested in this show and these characters, is my ability to relate to them, even though what they're going through is completely fantastical to me. That's why they're so compelling and why I enjoyed the show so much. Not to mention, as someone who considers myself a visual story-teller and a visual learner, the simplicity in the cinematography of the show is astounding. This show displays the stories we form behind inanimate objects and the things that they represent in our life in such a natural way. That's why as a work of art, Breaking Bad inspires me.<br />
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That's what this post is really about, not to be just another year end list or list of accomplishments that we all got in the form of a Christmas letter this year. But for me it expresses my growth as a consumer of media and potential creator of some one day. These are the things I consume and enjoy and mull over to draw inspiration or learn life lessons from. That might sound weird, to pull literal lessons from fictional stories, but it's true. This is how I interact with my environment and learn (good and bad) examples of how to treat and interact with other people. These are the stories that stick with me and teach me things about how the world works, because as I've learned, the world is a terrible place that can get us down if we let it. It's going to keep knocking us down and trying to make us quit, but I draw strength from the stories I read and watch, because I'm trying to learn how to make it in this world just like everybody else.<br />
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I hope you all had a great New Year's, and I look forward to the prospect of a new year. I guess I'll see what art I can make and what art will influence me this year.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843730080186096242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927306914199027415.post-2554272799833193722014-11-03T21:33:00.002-08:002014-11-03T21:34:36.977-08:00The Forests my Dad Taught Me to Appreciate.My job takes me to very interesting and far-away places, mostly among the green lush of a national forest. This aspect of my job is enticing on many levels and appeals to many sides of myself. First off, it meets all the criteria of what i want out of a job/career: working outside, working with my hands, it's different everyday, and I feel like i'm making a difference in the world. Part of these desires to do such work comes from my physique/natural ability to thrive in these environments. That being said, I owe a great deal of my drive to do this interesting and important work to my father. As long as I can remember, he was always a role model for outdoorsy activities. Whether it was hunting, fishing, camping, shooting, hiking, or riding four-wheelers, my dad was into it and wanted his kids to enjoy it just as much. Because I've been involved with the outdoors and the activities it offers since I was born, it seem like being outdoors is somehow ingrained in my DNA. I have my father to thank for the immense love I have for the outdoors and carry his love with me every time I don my work clothes and venture out into the harsh work-environment.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Working the fire to my will. Saving trees by burning them.</td></tr>
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Because I have such a deep connection with my dad and the outdoors I work in, he is never far from my thoughts. I had the opportunity to spend a two-week long fire tour in an area adjacent to where my dad lived for 2 years. While on the King Fire in Northern California, we were a mere 50 miles or so from Sacramento. After my parents got divorced, my dad ventured out there looking for work, and was able to keep it for about two years before the distance became too much of a burden for him. My siblings and I would travel out there from time to time to see him, and he was coming home as often as he could to make his time away from us more bearable. But being in that area was a nice walk down memory lane. Especially the day we drove through the town of Tahoe, where my dad had taken my siblings and I more than once while passing through to get to and from Reno where we would fly to. You take that and the fact that on that tour, I worked closely with a man who resembled my late father more than I care to think too much about, it was an interesting couple of weeks.<br />
Even just being up and around Heber, where he grew up and we spent nearly all of our time recreating, reminds me of his outdoorsy spirit and how it still resonates in my life.<br />
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I have a lot of good memories of my dad while we're out, camping, hunting or fishing, and they're memories i'll continue to cherish the rest of my life. Like when we would go out to the fishing tournament near the end of June (for 5 years or so) and it would just be him and I in a small boat together, for 12 hours a day. If we weren't busy slaying fish or rocking out to our similar taste in music, we always had something to talk about. Whether it was movies, TV, books, my interests or his, my school, his work, or just reminiscing about that time something funny happens. I love those conversations. It's during talks like that I developed a grand majority of my sense of humor I know and love today. I know I missed out on a lot of those conversations I grow into my adult life, and that's something i'll never get over. But when I'm outside, for hours and days at a time, I can get close to those moments with my Dad.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This proud brother of mine, boasting about his fresh catch.</td></tr>
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There's a certain type of clarity and calm that comes with dropping off the map for up to two weeks at a time, not available to be reached by anyone aside from a face-to-face conversation. It allows for deep reflection, perspective, and clarity. It allows me to get a little dose of reality in my everyday life and reaffirm all the things that are REALLY important in my life. Being able to connect with the spirits of nature allow me to be closer to those I've lost, in some way. That's one of the major perks of my job: while others are bustling to and from their cubicles in their compact cars, stuck in traffic, my commute while on fires usually consists of driving on a dirt road. Being in these remote areas of the country, away from the drama and stressors of living in a major(?) city (Provo) allows for a greater appreciation of self and the world around you. My dad taught me a lot about the natural wonder and greatness of the earth, and it's something I'm thankful for everyday.<br />
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That deep of a connection is something that I'll carry with me forever.<br />
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I love you, Dad.<br />
I miss you.<br />
I just wanted to say thanks for sparking up that sense of wonder about the outdoors you love so much.<br />
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P.S. In looking for pictures of my dad to go along with this post, I am shocked and distraught at how FEW pictures I have of my dad and myself doing the things we loved most. I will fix this, and scan/copy every picture I can get my hands on, so that I may paint the mosaic of his life.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843730080186096242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927306914199027415.post-26790763009092374602014-08-23T11:16:00.000-07:002014-08-23T11:16:47.241-07:00Indiana Jones would be proud: why Guardians of the Galaxy is so important. Just the other day, after coming back from a fire-tour, I had the pleasure of viewing the movie in question for a second time. I had a lot of time to think over all the things I adored about the movie between viewings, laden with many revolutions of the "Awesome Mix Vol. 1" soundtrack. I've said it to a few people here and there when I have to qualify listening to the cheesy 70's and 80's pop music on repeat while in the car, but I can't get over this movie. It has this type of hold on me like an ex-girlfriend long since past, that moment when you look back at the time you had together and fawn over all the laughs and heart-racing moments. In the same sense, every time I see something that reminds me of the movie or characters (which happens a lot when you follow the director on Twitter and Instagram) I feel this rush of endorphins in remembrance of the wonderful time we spent together. But why? Why does this movie has a special hold on me? Why do I feel physically compelled to return for multiple viewing in the theater?<br />
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Guardians of the Galaxy has been at the top of my anticipation list for quite some time now, but my excitement was burning a lot hotter ever since the trailer was released. I, like pretty much everybody else out there, had no previous knowledge of this group of bandits until Marvel made the official announcement that the film was forthcoming. Even after that announcement and initial reaction by the internet, my knowledge was only limited to what was on Wikipedia. I remember the night that the trailer first premiered, my twitter feed was a hornets nest of messages and replies, favorites and retweets among my friends. I was enamored by the tone of the trailer, that it could be informative, hilarious, exciting and a tad cocky all rolled into one. I had to have more, I feverishly began searching for these characters in ANY other media that I could get my hands on, I had to know everything about these them.<br />
Right around this time was when my best friend Gage was just getting me in to Parks and Recreation, my only exposure to Chris Pratt up to that point. Like everyone else in America (seemingly), I have fallen head over heels for this buffoon of a man. I had no idea that I would see poor Andy Dwyer, who broke his arms and legs falling into a large pit, wielding elemental guns, the Star Lord mask and rocket boots with suave and focused aggression. This movie caters to the man's acting skills, letting him be the hero with a smirk; always having a good time.<br />
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I could certainly go through and break down all of the special places in my hear that each character has, but I don't want you to donate your entire day reading this post. Besides, I'm sure I'll have a hard time not talking about this movie and these characters in the future.<br />
This movie is much more that another installment of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, released just to set up the next "event movie" (Avengers 2: Age of Ultron). From the very beginning, James Gunn and company lay the land for a spectacular, interplanetary, space adventure. That's what this movie really is after all, an adventure that we're all on. The likes of which I haven't seen or felt this close to since I was a child. How this movie differs from modern films filled with senseless destruction, massive amounts of CGI and fart jokes (I'm looking at you, Micheal Bay) is the gooey sentiment and heart of the movie. You understand the motives of these characters and root for them, even though they may not be doing the most honorable thing. To me this is the work of a truly brilliant writer, to present you with characters who are dastardly, selfish and emotionally closed off and yet you cheer them on throughout every endeavor. Not to mention tugging at your heart strings, I'm not ashamed to admit that I welled up a good 3 or 4 times over the course of the movie. The dialogue and story has a way of relating to me that fills me with good feeling and bad feelings that make me remember my losses. Like Star Lord says "I look around this room, you know what I see? Losers. Meaning we've all lost things, friends, family." But it's the drive to pick yourself up and carry on that makes these characters noble. They all have emotional and physical baggage they're trying to forget or run from, but it helps to motivate and not hinder.<br />
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It's one of those stories that stick with us, the ones we can carry throughout our whole lives. For me, I certainly have those stories that influence my imagination and sense of adventure. The types of movies that introduce the concepts of heroics and courage. Like many others that were born in the last 30+ years, a big one for me was Star Wars, I mean, I'm drinking out of a Boba Fett coffee mug right now. This is one of those epic story lines like Star Wars, it's Indiana Jones, Star Trek. To a lesser extent, Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter (eh). Stories like this inspire us to display inexplicable amounts of courage and vigor in the face of crippling adversity. Stories like this are the reason I would dawn my rough leather coat and play Indiana Jones in the back yard, they give us characters that we not only admire, but we want to BE. Every now and then we have cinematic gems laid at our feet that we can either pick up wear them proudly on our shoulder proudly as long as we live, or become a closet case and silently appreciate the grandeur of the adventure. I really feel that this is a turning point in the lives of those children who see it as a kid and it stays with them. I wouldn't be surprised if 20-30 years down the road, people stop asking so much about the original Star Wars and start asking "How old were you when you saw Guardians of the Galaxy for the first time?"<br />
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So if you haven't seen this piece of history or are on the fence about it, don't be. Not seeing it would be like not seeing the first Star Wars in theaters because you're not sure about it. So go forth, see it, get the soundtrack and relive the glory as you drive around in your car that you'll be tempted to call the Milano from here on out.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843730080186096242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927306914199027415.post-3301140209616168832014-05-11T20:37:00.000-07:002014-05-11T20:37:04.318-07:00Mother's Day meets the 2 year mark.In case you've been off of the internet all day or have no soul in not giving your mother the time of day on this day, today is Mother's Day.<br />
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But what you may have not known, is that this is also 2 years to the day that my mother tragically slipped away from us.<br />
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It goes without saying, today has been difficult, which is the understatement of the year. This blog post could be very dark, gloomy, and emo post on this day of days; but I'm keeping my head high. This as you can imagine is not an easy task in the face of everything that I've been through, but the passage of time can be kind. Facing the headstone of the woman who raised me, loved me and taught me everything I needed to know about love and life, is an earth shaker no matter how fresh the wound is. Today I thought more about how far I've come in the last two years, how I built my life back up from nothing and am able to walk tall. The crushing weight of the burden I was dealt was almost too much to handle and I thought I'd never recover. May 11th will always be a day of retrospective thought aside from the obvious reasons. I will look back at the person I was on May 10th and see a stranger. My life as changed 100 fold from anything that I had thought I would become.<br />
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I am so blessed to have my three wonderful siblings around me as much as I can. They give me strength when all I see is darkness. Watching them accomplish, work hard and fail gives me lots of ups and downs now-a-days but I wouldn't trade it for anything. I love the fact that they can turn to me for any problem that may arise and we have such a good relationship, because we're all that we have left. Today marks Mother's Day and the biggest shock I've ever experienced. But I'm able to look around and see all of the wonderful things I have in my life, and the future doesn't seem so dark or bleak.<br />
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Everyday, I live out the lessons that my Mom taught me in the 19 years we got together. </div>
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I commend her treating me as and adult enough to teach me the concept of unconditional love at such a young age.</div>
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I remember her laugh, her smile and everything that made her great. </div>
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I long for her loving embrace. </div>
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I see her everyday when I look in the mirror and in the compassion of my siblings.</div>
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I wear my tattoo proudly, as a badge of courage and loving remembrance.</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843730080186096242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927306914199027415.post-1096570252262786212014-03-30T22:07:00.004-07:002014-03-30T22:08:18.970-07:00The Companion Podcast Episode 7: Family Movie Theatre!It's been a crazy busy week, but my family members were in town and we've seen a thing or to while at the cinema! So join us for a short and sweet episode as we discuss the merits of Muppets Most Wanted and Mr. Peabody and Sherman! Take a look into the dynamic of our family unit as we discuss silly, humor-laden kids movies that were enjoyed by kids of all ages!!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843730080186096242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927306914199027415.post-75861157248824709932014-03-23T12:26:00.002-07:002014-03-23T12:26:45.075-07:00New Episode for The Companion Podcast: "Verily, A Table-Read."Join us one and all as we pay tribute to a master of his craft that shapes the way we speak and insult to this very day all while dwelling within our comfort zone of topics; Star Wars! This week, <span style="background-color: #fbfbfb; color: #212322;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">our heroes and companions, whilst sitting about the dining table, swap stories of old; embarrassing and grotesque. Once that has ceased, our companions disappear and are replaced by the players of the William Shakespeare's Star Wars cast of characters, where comedy and drama ensue.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #212322;"><span style="background-color: #fbfbfb;">Bear witness to this patchwork collaboration of my dear friends and I as we go through the dense and tongue-twister language of old. But don't forget to enjoy the stories swapped at the top of the show, showcasing our fears, and embarrassing moments.</span></span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843730080186096242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927306914199027415.post-91600318354526325672014-03-17T18:07:00.003-07:002014-03-17T18:07:35.047-07:00New Episode!!! Dark Knight of Shield!<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Loyal listeners and fellow companions! We here at the Companion Podcast present our new episode for the week! It's chock full of geeky goodness: <span style="background-color: #fbfbfb;"><span style="color: #212322;">Don't miss, as this week the Companions discuss the merits of Micheal Bay's Turtles, mull over the Captain America premiere, we open a dialogue over whether Batman could destroy Captain America, Spidey pisses his pants in the presence of the Dark Knight, the panel harasses Dalton and his hatred of the Star Wars Prequels, we lay out how you SHOULD watch Star Wars and egg the audience on to "Mean Tweet" us. </span></span><span style="background-color: #fbfbfb;"><span style="color: #212322;"><br /></span></span></span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843730080186096242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927306914199027415.post-79681402218325561712014-03-12T14:39:00.003-07:002014-03-12T14:41:01.316-07:00A New Rush Fan is Born in the Fire.I know it has been a little while since my last blog post that had nothing to do with a podcast, for my inspiration to write such diatribes come only every now and again. But last nite and today, I came across something that opened my horizons in a way that hasn't happened since I was in Junior High or High School:<br />
I discovered a new band.<br />
Now, they are far from being a new band, just on the scene with a fresh take on their musical style that causes me to connect with them on a personal level. They are just a band that I'm only running into their work after 21 1/2 years on this planet. The band I speak of, that i have come to not only respect their body of work, but on a personal level is Rush.<br />
At this point, you may be asking yourself, "How could he have not listened to Rush before?" or "Has he been living under a rock for the past 50 years that they've been around?" I assure you, it's nothing so dramatic. To be honest, they were just never really on my radar before, the music was never really around when I was growing up. My dad, being my musical figurehead through a grand portion of my adolescence, was never really into the band in any capacity that I noticed. But as I learned, from the documentary that turned me onto them called "Rush: Beyond the Lighted Stage." I highly recommend it, even if you're not into their music (like I wasn't), you can still come out of the hour and 40+ minutes with a little bit of childlike wonder and appreciation for this Canadian, 3 piece, rock group that changed the way we think about popular music. It's on Netflix right now, which has become one of the most accessible things in our society, so check it out.<br />
Excuse me, I digress.<br />
Of course I've heard the majesty of a song that is Tom Sawyer, and perhaps one or two other Rush songs in my time dabbling in the musical culture, but they were never at the top of any of my lists. Which I now see as a gross oversight on my part. The lyrical mastery put together by these guys along with the fast, steady, and impressive drum rhythms of Neil Peart on drums are a symphony to behold. But I'm not here to review their performance over the years or gush in my new found fandom. One of the things that I took away the most from this documentary was that when it comes to your art, the things that we create to express ourselves, the most important thing is to stay true to ourselves. The thing we do (painting, song writing, podcasting, singing) can change over the years and be influenced by different sources as we make our way through life, but much like Rush, we have to stay true to the kids we were when we first dreamed up this idea.<br />
This becomes pertinent to me because I have begun to put my art out there, for all to enjoy. And although it has only been a short while, I have begun to think about the long term and how much I enjoy making fun times with my friends around me. I just really respected the members of Rush's decision to do what it is that they wanted to do over all of the years and not faltering to what the other bands were doing that made them "more popular" than Rush.<br />
Another thing that really spoke to me were the trials that Neil Peart went through after the deaths of his daughter and wife. He basically dropped everything he was doing with the band and drumming, got on his motorcycle and just rode. In the documentary, he talks about that time of just traveling and how it was so soothing to his soul. The motion of the bike as he traversed all of North America on the back of his motorcycle is so inspiring to me. It really spoke to me because of all of the time I have spent outdoor since the deaths of my parents. I had never really been able to put my finger on why being out in remote areas, away from civilization had been so therapeutic for me until I heard Neil Peart explain it to me in this documentary.<br />
"I traveled out of the darkest place a human being can come from and it was landscapes, highways and wildlife that revitalized me. It was the timeless landscapes. It gives your tiny existence a new perspective when you're among things that are millions of years old."<br />
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As I heard this for the first time, I let out an audible "yes" as I sat on my couch, backing in the knowledge of such a talented, well-read man. Because it explained to my and put into words the feeling I get while I'm outside; camping, hunting, fishing, and fighting wildfire. Being among the things that are timeless really puts my life into perspective for me and shows me that even though life can deal us really shitty hands sometimes, we can persevere and overcome our trials of the mind, body and soul. So this is almost just a public thank you letter to the man that put these words in my head and at my fingertips, because it helps me to convey the feelings I've experienced while learning to cope with the unexpected turns that my life has taken. So to Mr. Peart, and all other that have helped me through my difficult times, a genuine thank you is in order for allowing my introspective outdoorsmanship happen over this nearly 2 years of restructuring.<br />
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It also helps that I got to discover a new side to a band I had only ever passively listened to.<br />
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Until next time:<br />
-Dalton<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843730080186096242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927306914199027415.post-54758608245644134812014-03-08T12:11:00.001-08:002014-03-08T12:11:45.809-08:00New Episode "Keep Calm & Trust Nolan" is available for your ear holes!!I hope you all have been looking forward to the new episode, because it's come and it's chock full of everything that makes this podcast amazing!! We talk about the Oscars and how it effects the world, Ellen and her pizza joke, Gage may be turning on us because he watched "Frozen" and as we all know, it was made to indoctrinate us with the "gay agenda..." NOT. There are also gems lodged in the chatter between friends about the new "Godzilla" trailer, the forthcoming and exciting "Man of Steel" sequel , and of course, no edition of this nerd-cast would be complete without a trip down to "Star Wars" town. Thanks for clicking and listening!!!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843730080186096242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927306914199027415.post-12597032059201844492014-03-02T13:33:00.001-08:002014-03-08T18:21:53.156-08:00New Episode Fights with Fluff-Chucks!New Episode fights with Fluff-Chucks!! Join us on an audio journey through the prism of 3 friends sitting around, doing shots of Ruby Red Grapefruit juice and eating onion ring chips! We give riveting reviews of "Star Trek Into Darkness" and "The Amazing Spider-man" and gush over the female leads of the movies! This and Gage doing a rendition of the classic Star Trek moment of "KHAAAN!!!" This episode is affectionately dedicated to Alice Eve, Emma Stone and Jennifer Lawrence. Also, stick around for a review of "John Carter of Mars" and our predictions/expectations for Star Wars Episode VII.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Companions staring majestically off into the sunset, thinking about Alice Eve.</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843730080186096242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927306914199027415.post-83601051082583956112014-02-23T01:24:00.002-08:002014-03-08T18:19:35.891-08:00New episode is "Beautifully Terrifying"Hey all!I hope that you were able to get on and enjoy the inaugural episode of The Companion Podcast, which I have started with the <a href="http://daltonswritersblock.blogspot.com/2014/01/old-pictures-and-new-adventures.html" target="_blank">aforementioned</a> Gage Cottle, and one of our dear friends Matt Moon. Just to keep you all in the loop, we've now published our second episode. I do not hesitate to say that it is leaps and bounds above our first, so stick with us, and hopefully you will find it to your enjoyment. Click, download and enjoy!! And remember, Rocket rules!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15843730080186096242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927306914199027415.post-26634994209350512732014-02-15T20:45:00.001-08:002014-03-08T18:19:18.657-08:00My First PodcastThis Podcast is a culmination of all that I've been absorbing in popular culture over the past few years, stick with us if you can and we'll find our stride and take you on a magical journey of geekdom and friendship! Come be our companions!<br />
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The Superbowl this past weekend was a bittersweet time in my
life and not just because of the outcome of the game. Go Broncos. It was good
because it’s one of the only times in my memory that the broncos had been doing
well and the first Superbowl where I was interested. But the only thing that
was missing from this last game were the shouts of happiness and the groans of
frustration from my Dad, Bruce. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My dad is and has been the biggest Bronco fan that I know,
as is apparent by the picture of me (1 month old) dressed in the most shiny and
quickly grown out of one-sy with a big horse head and “Denver Broncos.” I know
that I don’t really talk about my Dad as much as I should, but my interest and
feelings are the most prevalent after the big game on Sunday. My Dad is the
one who got me into football and interested in the game (playing and watching).
He was also one of the only people I knew that would watch every NFL football
game that he could, just for the sake of watching it. The thing that was most
prevalent from watching Broncos and Utes football games was how vocal and involved
he was in the games. He was constantly jumping up from the couch or hanging his
head from the previous success/failure. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It just seems that as time goes, I find out all of the situations
in which my Dad was always there or I need in that moment. Hunting and fishing
were always our things together, and they’re not done one a consistent basis.
Because I only engage in these activities once or twice a year, they’re not constantly
on my mind for me to miss my Dad in. But I’m finding that the more that I do
it, the more I feel isolated or lonely because he’s not there. It’s just
because before now, he’s always been there whenever we…. Go out camping, have a
Christmas at my grandma’s, reel in some big rainbow trout, look through the
scope of my hunting rifle and size up the animal. He was there whenever I learned
anything about the outdoors and as my jobs take me out into the back country,
it’s strange to not have him within shouting range. <o:p></o:p></div>
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On the morning of the Superbowl I begin to feel this
overwhelming sensation to drive up to Heber and visit my father’s grave. I just
knew that if there were any chance in the world that I could see him on this momentous
occasion for the Broncos and my father this would get me the closest. I could
just imagine his house draped in orange and blue. I imagine streamers heading
to and fro all along his ceiling. He would get that flag pole he always talked
about getting just so that he could fly his Broncos flag high in the sky. Every
Broncos shirt he owned would be tacked to the wall of the entry way. He would
prepare a near king’s feast for the weary travelers in attendance. But he would
also be the most serious throughout the entire game with interruption being punishable
by death. It didn't hurt that I was covered in a new, Superbowl edition of a
Peyton Manning jersey; a player my Dad respected and feared in equal
proportions. That entire weekend, he wasn't far from my innermost thoughts. I
dare say that I may have never seen as much as excitement in his face as I can
imagine he would have at the news of the Broncos in the Super Bowl. As my cousin Sam texted me, "New theory... if Bruce can't watch it in person... they can't win!!" I think, in some cathartic way, that message has a strange resonance in my heart It would be difficult to really enjoy the Bronco's ultimate success without him screaming, cheering and bragging alongside me. </div>
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My High School Graduation: He was so proud.</div>
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Despite the devastating loss that my father’s team endured, I know that he would still be proud that the Broncos were in the Superbowl or that we knocked out the Patriots to get there. The optimism that you rarely say would be harping about how much ass the broncos were going to kick in the next season and all of the things they need to work on between now and them. I was just thinking of my dad this past week and thought I would run that by you guys. It was the first time, far too long for me to admit to, that I’d found my way to the Heber cemetery and paid a little respect to the man that shaped my perceptions and interests in nearly all aspects of my life. So the next time you guys see your dad, give them an extra hug, hand shake or head nod for me. Coming from a guy, who, at this point in his life would sacrifice all of his possessions to wrap my arms about my big, Bronco loving father. </div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Today
was…. A humbling experience for me. After 730 Days without seeing or talking to
my best friend in person, I had the honor of accompanying his anxious family
members to the airport and bringing him home. It’s been a long and arduous
journey without this man, and I can’t believe it’s been nearly 2 years. Gage
Cottle, who I accredit turning me into the person you all know today. He was
the first one that treated comic books as a serious art form and was the first
one that I felt like I could talk on a serious note about silly, fictional
characters. I remember back in 2008, when “Watchmen” was yet to come out into
theaters and he was talking about how excited he was for it. I had no idea that
seeing that movie on Gage’s recommendation would change the course of my pop
culture consumption forever. Gage was the one who put the first comic book into
my hand, from that point on I've been entirely changed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">I had a
few moments to myself today, thinking about what all it meant that Gage is
home. I can lean on him in person and not just over email. I may need it still.
It’s been about 1 year and 8 months since my life crumbled down into a million,
unusable pieces. From that point on, Gage had always been my wall that I could
bounce ideas off of or just vamp a bit about how things are hard or difficult.
I knew that I could do this because his emails always came back with words of
confirmation or affirmation of what I was doing; they always ended in words of
love and encouragement. I knew that if I had reached my wit’s end and had nowhere
else to turn to, I always had an audience with this great man. He never judged
me or told me that I should change my course of action. In many dark times it
was a bright star to receive an email from this kind soul on Monday mornings. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">The past
few days I've looked back at pictures of Gage before he left, or when we were
still in high school. I was a bit remiss to do so, not to say that I didn't enjoy seeing the bright and shining faces of my temporarily departed friends.
My biggest difficulty in seeing these pictures was that I didn't even recognize
the Dalton in those pictures. Obviously I could tell it was me, but I've torn
down every piece of myself since those were taken. I am an entirely different
person then I was in those pictures, and I haven’t been that person in nearly 2
years. I know that these changes have been for the better mostly. I just want
to go into these pictures and hug the version of myself I was, I just want to
hug, comfort and tell him that everything will be ok soon. I would tell him
that the immediate future will be the most difficult and trying times in his
life, but that there are so many good people around him to help guide him
through. Sometimes I wish I could just go back and live, perpetually, in the
times of those pictures. All of my friends are together and my life was going
well. Because right now, I tell people that “I feel like I have control over a
lot of the aspects of my life that I haven’t for quite a while.” But the truth
is that I’m still rebuilding my life, trying to find my place and look for my
place. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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2 Years Ago, Bright Eyed and Bushy Tailed.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">I
realize I’m far off track from where I started, but it ties back into Gage’s
triumphant return because this is a step forward. I've taken very few steps
forward since May of 2012, and I know that this is one. My best friend is back
in my day-to-day life and I could not be happier about that. I wanted this day
to come for so long, especially in the wake of my entire life crashing down on
and around me. I give a large sigh of relief now. It’s just another piece of
the mosaic of my life that I can put up. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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move onward, we recorded the inaugural episode of my soon to be published
podcast. There is a 5 foot tall stack of movies, TV box sets and comic books
that Gage has to catch up on, and we intend to review or just talk out of our
asses about them. So that could prove to have some good times that follow. </span></div>
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details to come…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">Thanks
for reading the incessant ramblings that come directly from my brain to the
keyboard. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Today I finally ventured into the rich tapestry that is the
Sundance Film Festival. I've lived in Utah my whole life, but had never gotten
around to seeing a film, panel or Q&A at this life changing festival. About
6 months ago, I was hoping that I would be seeing the new Kevin Smith movie at
Sundance 2014, but due to scheduling conflicts he wasn't able to submit Clerks
3 or even make it in time for Sundance. How do I seem to have such intimate
knowledge of the working life of such a profound director? Starting in July of
2012, I began listening to the plethora of Podcast that Mr. Smith does on his self-titled
website “Smodcast.” Some have even gone as far as to say that it’s become a “Podcast
Empire” but nonetheless, I became hooked. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My first introduction to the work of Kevin Smith was when my
step-brother Nick showed me a copy of Clerks 2. At the time I remember him
telling me, “This movie is really funny, but you won’t be lost if you haven’t
seen the first. It’s in black and white and not that great.” In my feeble 14-15
year old mind I simply glazed over this and took it at face value, assuming
that my older and more experienced step brother must know what he’s talking about.
We watched the movie and had (many) good laughs over the irreverent humor and
sex jokes, but I didn't look into it any deeper. Fast forward a few years to me
having a conversation with my dear father after watching one of the “An Evening
with Kevin Smith” Q&A specials. My father seemed enamored by the eloquence
and storytelling ability of the man in question. He gave me a brief overview of
what he knew about Kevin, that he was a film maker and quite the humorous
story-teller. I remember my dad saying something to the effect of ‘he’s really
smart, speaks very smooth and calmly, all while enveloping you in a humorous
story.’ This caused me to look a little bit deeper into the work and career of
Mr. Kevin Smith. I remember watching the “An Evening with Kevin Smith” Q&A
special and being captured in the same sense of wonderment that I saw in my
father. The next few years, I carried on with that basic knowledge of the
writer, director and always kept an eye out for anything that he worked on.
This is all without seeing a grand majority of his feature film projects; they
just weren't on my radar. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Again we fast forward to my second year of college, I’m
living at my first apartment away from my parent’s house and The Walking Dead
had become quite the social phenomenon. This meant that we, as an apartment,
watched the program live on its first airing every Sunday. That season, after
The Walking Dead had ended every week a new show called Comic Book Men started its
first season. I wasn't much interested in the show, despite nearly being tailor-made
for my interests and demographic. The show petered on and I was none the wiser.
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We make one last jump to May of 2012 when both of my parents
pass away in very quick manners. My life is in shambles. I begin to build my
life back from scratch in the months following. I quite my main breadwinner of
a job for a full-time, screen printing job. Aside from being one of the first
40 hour/week jobs I've ever worked, there is another drastic difference from
the other jobs I've worked in the past; I’m allowed to listen to music. This
was perfect because I've always been a major flag-waver for the music I enjoy
and am ecstatic that I can now enjoy all of my favorite tunes while I get paid.
This heightened sense of excitement is short-lived, for after a few weeks I
start to hate the music that I've been listening to on 8 hour loops. I realize
that I need a way to shake loose the endless droning on and on of music albums.
Sidenote: at this point in my life, I've been listening to The Geekshow Podcast
(Utah local) for about 3 years now, but one 1-hour episode a week wasn’t enough
to keep me busy for a 40 hour work week. I begin to broaden my horizons and had
heard mumbles and rumor of the (now) legendary Smodcast that Kevin Smith does
with one of his good friends. I start on current episodes and begin to go
through the archives of banked episodes. Pretty soon I’m downloading 5
different podcasts from the Smodcast Podcast Network on the weekly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Once I’m thoroughly enveloped in this “Podcast Empire” Kevin
Smith’s book “Tough Shit” comes out as well as the audiobook format, which is perfect
for my listening needs. Within this book are some of the most inspirational
words that my ears have ever heard, about following your dreams, honoring those
who have gone and just living in the moment and enjoying everything. These
words are life-changing to me. I jump with both feet into the realm of the
podcast, more interested in it than I ever had been before. Out of this (some would
call it) obsession with the Smodcast Family of Podcasts, I hear so much about
the movies that Kevin has made over his now 20 years in show business. I slowly
begin to become familiar and interested in these movies that I had no previous exposure
to, and with it came a profound respect for Mr. Smith. <o:p></o:p></div>
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This all becomes relevant now because in the past several episodes
of his Q&A road shows he’s really been promoting the mentality of “anyone
can do this” and giving people homework assignments to record a podcast
sometime in the next calendar year. At this point in time I’m not quite there
but I’m quickly going down that avenue and will report back with more later.
The point is that this notable celebrity has become a preacher of sorts for me
in my life of trying to build myself back up from the rubble I was left in on
May 15, 2012. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Needless to say, seeing my new-found hero speak at Sundance
today was more than an emotional experience. I tie it back into the fact that
it was my dad who peaked my interest in the writer/director and his multitude of work. The thing that I've
found the most refreshing and easiest to cling to in the wake of becoming so
enveloped in the his podcasts and movies are the level of candor that Kevin has
with his listenership. This gives the listener a quasi committed relationship to
someone who shares so much of their past with someone that they've never met.
Even more refreshing than the existence of the candor is the realization that
he’s just as nice, kind-hearted and excited in real life. It was just for a brief
moment, but in that moment when my iPhone was pointed at the two of us, I felt
at home and comfortable like I've known this man for years. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The purpose of this post is not to gloat in any way or name
drop that I met and took a picture with Kevin Smith. This comes from a place of
utter respect for using his power of spoken word to pull me out of the hardest
time of my entire life. I was the lowest I've ever been, the hours and days
went by without event and I thought that things were never going to be OK again.
But because of this man telling me through my headphones the story of his own
father passing, I felt some sort of connection with someone I had never met or
seen in person. He was the light that shined on my in my darkest time, through
his anecdotal humor and words of “anyone can do this” it not only lifted my
spirits, but got me interested in creating art again. Very soon my best friend
will come back from his mission and when that happens, I’ll be podcasting away
and stepping behind the video camera again for the first time since high school.
All in all, it was a very humbling experience today to meet the man I feel like
has become one of my good friends.</div>
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