Story number 1: Nebo
Some of the basic truths of our faith are rarely mentioned in testimony meetings. Example: All single twenty-five year olds are dating failures. Failing to set them up is like failing to feed a starving person in your very midst. Four wanna-be Cupids were shooting arrows at me just over a week ago. My blind date for that Saturday fell through, so I decided to hike Mount Nebo instead. On the whole, I've lost a lot of faith in blind dates.
I enjoy hiking. Hiking can be a wonderful social event and an pleasant outing. This hike, however, was neither. This was to be a Man Hike. I convinced myself that my awesomeness was directly proportional to how quickly I could get to the highest point of the Wasatch Mountains. My ascent would consist of Godzilla Steps with a some running. An occasional Man Roar (the kind that would intimidate a Viking) would be appropriate.
Thus I found myself moving quickly past a couple who had stopped to rest after a steep part.
Guy: Wow, you're like in fourth gear, aren't you?
Bryan: Ha, thanks.
I got to the top, ate a granola bar, and turned back down the mountain. About an hour and half after our first encounter, I passed the couple again as they continued their ascent. The first words out of the guys mouth were: "I've got a smokin' hot sister that I want to set you up with. You seem like a nice guy. She's a hiker."
What did this guy know about me? I hike fast. I'm wearing a BYU shirt. Two (friendly) words: "Hello" and "thanks." I'm not sure if they'll actually convince the sister to go out on the date, but I gave them my number. I don't expect it to go anywhere, but wouldn't that be an awesome "how we met" story?
Story number 2: iTunes' Prank on Me
In reorganizing my music, I told iTunes to fetch any missing album art for my iPod touch. The visual recognition adds a little convenience.
The problem is, many of my songs were ripped from the CD by other programs before I became an iPod user. iTunes doesn't always get the CD right. I did this for my entire music library, only to discover some errors while listening. I had my entire iPod on shuffle last week, when a Bach song came on from The Only Classical CD You'll Ever Need. This is what I saw:
I began laughing hysterically, right there in my cubicle at work. "On Fire: Hottest Bellydance CD Ever" is certainly not something I'd ever buy, but I still haven't cleared the album art. I'm too amused every time I see it.