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The Dawning of the Age of Aquarius


I listened to the Forrest Gump soundtrack the other day and I’ve had the Age of Aquarius song stuck in my head. While I was trying to find a place to listen to the song today, I read a little bit about it. Apparently it’s from some hippie musical called Hair, and then was later released as a pop song by the 5th Dimension. And, contrary to popular references (including my own three sentences ago) the song is just called “Aquarius”, not “Age of Aquarius”. Whatever, right?

Here’s the interesting thing: Apparently there is some discord among astrologers about when the age of Aquarius really begins, but the first lines of the song lyrics give their own measurement for when it begins: “When the Moon is in the seventh house, and Jupiter aligns with Mars”. According to Wikipedia this alignment will really happen on Feb. 14, 2009.
So, whatever the heck the age of Aquarius is, it starts on this week on Valentine’s day. Weird, huh?



When Spider-man got his cosmic powers, Magneto came to check him out in case he was a mutant. That’s when I learned that some mutants don’t show their powers when they’re born, but develop them later in life. I assumed that’s the way it was with my super power.
I’m a fair-skinned guy, and it’s not surprising that I’m sensitive to the sun, and I’d been burnt pretty good when I was a kid. About a year ago, though, I spent a week with my brother in Las Vegas during the summer. It’s different going to Vegas with my brother, because we didn’t do any of the touristy things. We just hung out by the pool all day every day, and then went to the casinos at night. Even though I laid by the pool without any sunscreen for about four hours every day, I didn’t get burned or tanned or anything. It was as if the sun had no effect on me whatsoever. I was skinvincible.
I don’t know how long I’ve had this power, but that was the first time I’d seen it in effect, but now I can’t remember being really sunburned since high school when we’d go boating. This week, however, I discovered that my power wasn’t a mutant evolution after all, but from a different source.
On Monday I spent a large chunk of the day outside in the sun at the Braves game. The newly-exposed skin on my head got burned bad. Maybe the worst burn that I’ve ever had in my life. Yesterday it blistered up. Last night the blisters burst. This morning my head is swollen all around the burn on one side. I look like I had some birth defect that makes my head lop-sided.
Now some might say that my skinvincibility was just a joke or my imagination, or that I simply don’t get enough sun to test it since I’m just a indoor-dwelling computer guy. I insist that my powers were real, and it’s obvious to me what has happened. I simply lost my power when I shaved my head. Every super-hero has a weakness. I guess the haircut was mine.

A sunbeam


Late last night after we’d run out of potatoes (details forthcoming) Tyler, Casey and I were sitting on the stage (a.k.a., Castle Grayskull) drinking slurpees, when my thoughts turned to my life ambitions. I asked Casey if he would respect me less if I had a mohawk, and without hesitating he said “I’d respect you more.” And that’s how I made up my mind.
“That’s all it takes?” Tyler said as we ran up the stairs to find some clippers. “I’ve been telling you for weeks that you should stop worrying about it and just do it.” I told him that it clearly takes more than one person to qualify as peer pressure. He’s since objected to that explanation, too, claiming that it doesn’t count as peer pressure since I had to ask them to approve it. I’m sticking with peer pressure.
Here’s some documentation.
Today when I went to the zoo I noticed that it’s a lot easier to make friends with little kids because they love to stare at me.

Mullet Poser


I don’t really have a mullet, because my hair is long all over, instead of just in the back. Since the color has faded, though, to where it’s blond again in the back, but brown(ish) in the front, I think it embodies the philosophy of a mullet: “Business up front, party in back.”

Catch Phrase


Troy and I went downtown (Denver) to Two-Fisted Mario’s. I guess I haven’t been down there for a while, but I was turned around when we got out of the car, and I started walking in the wrong direction. Troy called me, and then I was looking around for which way to go, and then I was in the middle of the street running around in circles when a minivan came by and I jumped onto the side of it as it drove by and hit it. The driver stopped and backed up, then got out of the car. He was all upset and said, “Hey, don’t hit my car,” and I was like, “Well you almost hit me!” and then he’s like, “Dude, don’t freak out just because your hair is pink.”

Pink hair is weird, man


I tried to dye my hair red on Saturday so I could be Raggedy Andy for Halloween. I think my costume turned out ok, but the hair kind of turned pink. (Colors are unpredictable on my hair because it’s so light.) It turns out that pink hair is very versatile. I went a little gothed-out tonight for the ward party, and the pink worked out well for it. Now I just have to figure out how to attend BYU with it.

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