Wednesday, September 24, 2014

WHERE AM I GOING?

It's not often that three of the largest defining characteristics in my life come together so suddenly and concisely, so naturally I had to blog about it.

You see, earlier today I saw on Facebook that a kinsman of mine had written a very nice article about Mormon composers; since I assert that I am Mormon and fancy myself a composer, not to mention know personally or have met many of the composers mentioned in the article, I found many things that interested me. It was an engaging read and I found myself completely enthralled by it until, suddenly, I looked up, wondering desperately:

WHERE AM I?
WHERE AM I GOING?

At this point the more compositorily inclined among you may be imagining my composing career, which, though admittedly glorious, was largely put on hold during my graduate studies in civil engineering and still only occasionally pokes its head out for the world to see (though these episodes are getting more frequent, and we have every reason to believe that they will continue to become so); the Mormonily inclined among you will recognize the second question as one of the big questions answered by the Gospel of Jesus Christ as espoused by the Mormons; and all of you may be wondering what on earth this has to do with transit. I'll tell you.

I was reading this article while on the 205, and, having become completely engrossed in it, suddenly realized I had no idea where I was, how long I had been on the bus, and whether or not we had passed the stop at which I was intending to exit the bus. Fortunately, after looking around in confusion for a moment, I was able to get my bearings (as I have caught the 205 many, many times in the last three years) and realized we still had about six blocks to go.

But, just so you know, cuz, I really enjoyed your article; almost enough to miss my stop, which has only ever happened once in my entire life.

I think I might go write some music now.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

RIDDLE ME THIS

How is it that some people in Salt Lake are convinced that UTA and the LDS Church are in cahoots

 





but other people in Provo are convinced that UTA is bent on the destruction of the traditional family?


You can't both be right

because that would mean that UTA and the LDS Church were in cahoots to destroy the traditional family--any questions?

but you could both be wrong . . .

Thursday, September 4, 2014

WAKE-UP SQUEAL

I have stood on the FrontRunner platform at Murray many a time in the last year-and-eight-months, listening to the

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAL

of the brakes as the train pulls in, but I never understood why this happened until last week.

You see, there was a man leaning against the glass under one of the canopies, the vicissitudes of whose life I wouldn't presume to guess, who had fallen asleep leaning. Sometimes your body sends you a message, and it's best you heed it.

But he would have probably slept through the train coming in (or it would have become the awkward responsibility of someone else waiting for the train to wake him) had it not been for the

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAL

of the brakes as the train pulled in. The squeal, coupled with the train pulling in at approximately

0.000000000000000000000001 MPH

meant that he had plenty of time to wake from slumber, take stock of his surroundings, gather his things, and calmly board the train.

Gee, those FrontRunner people thought of everything.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

ONE WEEK LATER

So the UTA is an evil, corrupt organization. Whoop-dee-freakin'-doo.

So is pretty much every other public entity, private company, nonprofit organization, church, YouTube channel, blog, computer game, private journal, college major, pencil, camera, flash drive, and uncountable noun if you look at it long and hard enough. The fact of the matter is, people suck. Sometimes they just suck.

And now by what I read people want to bring criminal charges against UTA leadership. Are they founded? I don't know. UTA's legal team will assuredly prepare a brilliant defense in response to any charges brought against them, and all the while the bus will not run on Labor Day and will, in several parts of town, quit before 7:00 p.m. on a weeknight.

Am I happy about all the stuff in the Legislative Audit? No. Do I wish UTA did a lot of things differently? Honestly, yes. Am I going to stop taking transit in protest? Don't be daft. That ship sailed a long time ago.

Shall I euphemize? The next few years will be . . . fascinating for UTA. If nothing else, crazy debt will make the waters difficult for both UTA and its customers. But keep in mind that I have used transit in circumstances far more averse than the ones I currently experience. In the meantime, I'll take a historian's interest in what goes on, and I promise I'll try to still find the small, amusing things that make for the best blog posts.

***SIGH***
I promise I'll try.