Wagering on the Afterlife

What happens after we die? For some people this is a really easy question to answer, others struggle with it greatly. Personally, I subscribe to the belief that after I die I can return to live with a loving God in another life. I know a lot of people don’t subscribe to such a belief and in fact, may believe me a ridiculous human being for believing in such a thing, but I do. I didn’t always though and I’d be lying if part of what influenced me to return to being a believer was Pascal’s Wager. For those who…

The Nature of Love

So there’s this song that I’ve been listening to a bunch for a little while now. It’s called The Nature of Love and it’s by Sinitus Tempo, (click the link to listen to it, I recommend you do while you read it because I’m super pretentious and think it might affect how you perceive what I’m saying) I have absolutely no idea how to define his music in terms of genre, but that probably has more to do with my lack of knowledge when it comes to music than him having a mind-bending sound that defies common conventions of what…

Hugs

In one’s best Jerry Seinfeld voice: What’s the deal with hugging? It’s like people you hardly know come up to you and expect you wrap your arms around them like they’re family. It’s bizarre! I don’t want to hug you, I don’t even know if I want to talk to you! Ok, the bit’s over. I seriously don’t get the obsession with hugging I see here at BYU every day. It’s honestly the de facto greeting for almost everyone here. And you know what? I hate it. Just on a personal level, honestly if you want to hug that guy…

Ayo it’s Father’s Day.

Since I made a write-up for Mother’s day it would be pretty unfair of me to not say do the same for Father’s day right? The trick of it all will be actually writing something catchy enough that he’ll actually read it. Not that he typically ignores me, just between his three grand-daughters it can be difficult to move his attention to anything else. Golfing stuff usually works. You know what one of the things my dad taught me that I don’t think I bring up nearly enough? Problem solving. I remember countless weekends growing up spent not frolicking about…