I dreamed that I had to hold 6 white mice in one hand. They squirmed and stratched and 2 quickly fell out. It felt horrible. Like seething little furry snakes.

Maybe I'm trying to hold on to too many things at the same time? 

My class went to the cafeteria this morning to observe the eating folk.
Here is the result:

Your brown sack lunch
folded over with such perfectly straight lines
and your huge gut
folded over your belt with heaving curves
funny that the same food
in just one instant
can leave it's bag of order
and enter an inflatable jump-castle

BYU Honor Code Exposed

At last! Public proof that the BYU honor code is ridiculously out of touch with students. I love BYU, don't get me wrong, but I like free agency better.

Heard of the Facebook page "BYU-I Secrets"? The idea is that students can send secret thoughts and actions anonymously, to be posted to the now over 3,000 people who have liked the page.

It's an honest and sometimes painful glimpse of the sexual frustration, social repression, and sometimes depressing state of BYU Idaho's students. People criticize or comfort each other, act self-righteous or rebellious, and all around expose the disfunctional and Orwellian idea that a University, even if it's the Lord's, can control the thoughts and actions of it's thousands of very different students.  Take a look if you dare.

https://www.facebook.com/ByuISecrets?fref=ts

BYU Provo has one as well, though it is less popular.

https://www.facebook.com/ByuSecrets?fref=ts

Recife #2 - Traffic

I miss the buses constantly passing and making me feel like there was something enormous going on. Streets in the US aren't the same. They are sterile, planned. Obnoxiously accurate turns and angles make the thrill of driving feel like math. 

In Recife they are veins. Full of humans, horses, taxis, buses, pedestrians, and life, twisting their way through buildings, across bridges, past beaches, over and near the ocean. Buses give window to an array of human life, standing. It’s so different to stand as the world flies by. I don’t think any Americans really know what it’s like to look around as they travel, with no control, no hand on the steering wheel and no reclined seat.

That said, at least I don't have to wait 2 hours in traffic anymore :)