Dust Off Those Old Records

I remember in high school when cd's where at its infancy and thinking this was the wave of the future. Then with the advent of itunes and digital music cd's are beginning to fade away. As technology quickly replaces one outlet with another, I have noticed little by little that what makes music unique is too slowly fading away. My wife has a collection of old records in the garage. These pieces of obsolete technology was part of her teenage years as it was mine. She has a Queen is Dead LP by The Smiths. I remember this cover, with the man laying down and its green tone, as part of the reason why I love the Smiths. I hope you enjoy this link I found below.


Music Inspired Art

The Truth About BYU Football Comes Out

I knew there was something fishy about that school, but I could never put my finger on it.


http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/danpatrick/?eref=fromSI

After watching the Utah/Oregon State Game I'm totally looking forward to the BYU/Utah game in Salt Lake. The only way Utah is going to be playing for a BCS game is if they beat BYU. Oh man, it's going to be good!

And Seattle Slew Takes the Lead

Our Sunday School instructor wore a big round Kentucky derby hat throughout church, especially when she was teaching our class.

To say the least her lessons regarding the Stripling Warriors took a backseat as I was dazed and hypnotized by her hat.

Her big, round Kentucky derby hat covered in blue ribbon.


Keep in mind she wore a 60's Bee-Bop outfit several weeks before that to celebrate Hot August Nights.

Please don't take this as a ridicule. I believe it's what's inside that counts when you come to church and what you wear is your perogative. This just gives me the courgae to wear my Zorro outfit I have in my closet. But of course I would take off my black sombrero in church, it is the house of the Lord afterall.

Where The Hell Have You Been?

It's been a while since my last post. One thing about social networking is that it requires a large amount of your time. Also, you should really have something interesting to say before you post it out to the whole world to read. Usually, I find my ideas and thoughts to be pretty idiotic and lame.

However, this changed when I went to Whole Foods, which I learned, is where beautiful people shop. Really. Have you been in there? My wife and I received a $50 gift card from a friend so we decided to use it over the weekend. I liked the fact that they had large options of cheeses and breads. They also had food from other countries that had instructions in that countries native language; so when my wife asked me how to reheat the crepes we bought it became perplexing trying to figure out the instructions in Dutch.

I did notice how they had a majority of foods from Anglo-Saxon countries. But having dinner at my sister's house for my father's birthday quickly reminded me why Filipino food is an acquired taste.

In short, if spending $18.00 a pound for Salmon raised by Gunther and Ezra from Nova Scotia is your bag, then Whole Foods is for you my friend.

Who is this Ed-Reek Carreyon?

Since I've lived in America most of my life I have incorporated American culture into most everything that I do. This is especially true when it comes to my name (it's pronounced carry-on, like the luggage).  I always pronounce my name when introducing myself with an American accent. My director at works does not, she is American and is not of Filipino decent which is why this is so funny. My name is of spanish descent due to the Spaniards colonizing the Phillippines. It is not unusual for Filipino's to have spanish sounding names. She loves to introduce me as "Ed-Reek Carreeyon".  This has always puzzled me since I don't even introduce myself like that.

RTO Side Story: The Legend of Cargo

Mike was coined with nickname "Cargo" after he ran his first leg. While waiting for him at the exchange point I asked one of the members of his van what he was wearing. They answered, with a puzzled look at their face, "Cargo shorts". Apparently Mike was in the van wearing his running shorts underneath his cargo pants waiting for the runner that was ahead of him. The runner appeared to have sandbagged his time because he arrived at the exchange point way early and Mike was not be found anywhere. The runner came up to the van and knocked on the window to Mike's surprise. According to Mike he was so suprised by this he had no time to take off his cargo pants. By the way, he also forgot to take off his long sleeve thermal which he was wearing under his running shirt. So here he comes, barreling down the course like some dude who just came from a Pearl Jam concert. He was soaked in sweat, he seriously looked like some dude who just got off his couch and decided to start running like in Forrest Gump after his Jenny left.

Side Story from the RTO

This events cocured after my team finished our last leg in Virginia City. Our team decided to eat at one of the restaurants in town.


Before I go any further I want to warn anyone reading this that if they are sensitive to the issue of people having a lazy eye I ask that they leave this blog right now!

I looked up at my waitress to notice she had a lazy right eye, which caught me off guard. This made me feel awkward since I didn't know which eye to look at. She tilted her head so her lazy eye was taking a good look at me. Yikes! I then asked her what the soup of the day was. She said she didn't know and she'll find out. Ten minutes went by and I heard nothing of the soup. The restaurant was a bit more busy than usual due to other runners being there, so I sat patiently waiting for her to come to me. Five more minutes passed by and I brought this up to my team, in which two school of thoughts arised. One is that you are paying for service and you should somewhat decent service. The other one, supported by me and Joe Carpenter is that you adjust your service expectations based on where you are eating. The first point was debated by our team captain while Joe and I looked at each other in silent agreement for the"adjusted service equation theory" as later dubbed by me.

To make my captain happy I then asked the waitress in which she apologized and said she'll find out. Immediately following this I felt guilty for asking her. I believe it was due to the fact that she had a lazy eye. She then came back and said "Spicy Chicken Enchilada Soup". I asked her if it was good and she said "yes". Then for a brief moment time stopped around me. I did not want the soup but felt guilty that my lazy eyed waitress took the time to find out. I felt compeled to say, "sounds good, I'll take a cup" but I resisted the urge and said no thanks. I felt horrible. I equate it to watching those commercials they show that beg for relief of children in foreign countries and they will send you a picture of the child if you do so. I typically take away the guilt by turning the channel to old episodes of bowling on ESPN classic. I ended up getting the Chick Fried Steak with biscuits and I had to ask her for the biscuit at the end of my meal. Also, my chicken fried steak was raw in the middle.