February 2011
5 posts
Priorities and time management
Two weeks ago, I was approached by a friend of mine who is in the beginning stages of creating a startup. Two other of his friends (one a programmer, one a businessman) were already on board with the idea. He invited me to a meeting to discuss the design of the project. I went and was excited about the idea. But there was still something looming over my head: time.
I’m probably about as...
BYU Combined Choirs with Dr. Copeland
I’m so excited for this week’s concert with the BYU combined choirs and a guest conductor, Dr. Philip Copeland of the University of Alabama at Birmingham. In preparation for that, I’ve written a few program notes for you to read through. If you want a 2-for-1 code, RSVP on the Facebook event page.
The Concert Choir (which I sing in) will be performing three pieces, and...
Arnie
I took a few minutes this afternoon in the Harris Fine Arts Center to stop and look at the Casey Childs exhibit. Most of his works were paintings or charcoal drawings. One of them in particular, a charcoal portrait titled “Arnie,” stood out to me.
Arnie’s face is worn and wrinkled. He looks to be a man in his late 40s or perhaps 50s. The eyes betray sadness, and it almost seems...
"The Perfection Syndrome" and measurability
I read a great editorial this afternoon in the Daily Universe called “The Perfection Syndrome”. Jade’s thesis is summed up pretty well by this excerpt:
Perhaps the most annoying of pointless criticisms come in the form of self-righteousness. BYU students are recognized around the country for our high moral values. We don’t have to deal with the same roommate immorality and...
O Love That Will Not Let Me Go
I savor the privilege of singing in the BYU Concert Choir. Each day at 2:00, I get to set aside everything I’m working on, everything that weighs me down—all the worries and annoyances and troubles of the world. All these I set down and leave outside as I enter the Madsen Recital Hall. Often quoted is the passage from Mozart’s Magic Flute, “Within these hallowed...
