Apres.Matt

For Women's Sake

2009-11-20T20:28:00.000-08:00

Please have a read, and consider how you can support this effort for women.

Women's Research Institute

It's so hard to say goodbye...

2009-07-08T11:26:00.000-07:00

When one experiences loss, they immediately realize that the words once used to articulate that which you loved quickly become inadequate and even inane.

As the media mourns the losses of Micheal, Farrah, and Billy, I mourn the loss of another. Yes, my beloved Cruiser is no longer mine.

The time, which I never thought would, has come. In 1997 my Dad called home and told me to clean out the Caravan and meet him at the Toyota dealership in Fargo. This was weird, but I went with it. As I walked in I heard him say to the salesman, "Yeah, I'd like to take another look at the green one with leather." I asked him what one... He said the Land Cruiser, and it pulled up out front. We went for a spin and I was in awe. From that day forward I began to commit at least five of the seven deadly sins, day after day. In August of 2004, playing the card of a father/son bond manifesting itself in the passing down of the Land Cruiser finally paid off. My dear Father entrusted me with what came to be my first love (kind of exaggerating, kind of not). Low end torque, full-lockers, and a whole lotta room made for memories being created on and off road. I have cherished these past 5 years. The Cruiser and I experiences almost everything together, and for that I will always love her.

As I now approach a new phase of life with starting grad school, it seemed it was time to move on. The Cruiser is now 15 years old and had 217k miles on it. With a couple grand in potential repairs coming up it just felt like the right thing to do. As much as I hated selling it, it did feel right. The new owner is a former Cruiser owner who had to sell when his priorities changed a few years back. Not only did this make me feel better about who I sold it to, but also gave me hope. Land Cruiser...I will be back.

So long, my loyal friend. I love you.

RIP- July 6, 2009. 12 years and 160,oo0 miles of Olsen ownership.

New Toy

2009-06-15T12:50:00.000-07:00

Introducing the MinoHD digital HD video recorder. Have a look here.

A number of months ago I heard about this little guy and instantly wanted one. Well, with a lot of other expenses at the time and trying to me more cost-conscious I let the interest fade. This past Friday night a guy named Blake Hadley (who also happens to be an incredibly talented designer and advertiser, See here) had one at the Human Slingshot up in Hobble Creek canyon. Here's some of the footage he shot.

Needless to say, when I saw him snapping video on the MinoHD, I had to have one! Within 24hrs I cruised over to Costco (who has them for $179 after rebate/before tax) and threw down for it! I am so happy I did. That night we were up in Hobble Creek again at a friends ranch and was able to capture some of the fun. Here's Rachael yukkin' it up on the zipline.

With the Ragnar Relay Wasatch Back, vacation in Fargo with the fam, Kaiizen trip, and move across the country all coming up, I know this will be a purchase well well worth it!

Recent months...

2009-05-01T13:28:00.000-07:00

Hey all... I've been slow to post recently so here's a recap of what's been goin' down since March.

GMAT
Most importantly this test is D-O-N-E! And I am so so glad. I have a few apps out to business school, so here's to hopin! Now it's just a waiting game. I do, however, want to thank good good friends for help studying, being a great support system, and for putting in a good word! I have seldom been so aware of how blessed I am by the people around me. I was absolutely overwhelmed by this realization as I drove to SLC to take the test (for the first time). In a very modest way, thank you all, friends and family alike, for tips, reassureing words, and many prayers! I am optimistic think that some doors will open for this fall. If not, I'll keep working hard and apply for fall '10. I'll be sure to keep everyone posted.

Moab
For the second year in a row I headed down to run the half marathon. It was a gorgeous spring day along the banks of the mighty Colorado. I knew a lot of people headed down this year, so it was fun to hang the night before, run together, and then have some mother-jeepin-fun! I was able to improve my time over last year, which was a great feeling! Here are some pics from the Jeeping adventures.

Our rigs...

Friends and the scenery.
Annette, Jen, Jill, Katie, Me.

Matt, Dan, and a Jeep.

Arizona!
This trip was a blast! I give most of the credit to the Cook family. They absolutely rock! Steph's family entertained and put up about 10-15 of us at any given moment. It was a great weekend with friend to just...PLAY! We went to MLB spring training games, had a fiesta with a real mariachi duet, huge party with in-home ice cream parlor at full boar, swam, played volleyball, and wakeboarded (thanks Hoyts!!!).

Simply put, it was awesome!

Dodgers v. Royals game at Camelback Ranch.

Me and Steph at Saguaro Lake.

Friends from afar!
So remember how I've done a little humanitarian work in Brazil? Well, the woman on the right is the angel who makes it all possible. Her name is Tereza de Lima Silva. She is the teacher from the public school that helped us find the kids Kaiizen now sponsors in the private school. She does so much for these kids and we love her!

Her daughter (in the red hat) Louise married an American and just had her first child. So Tereza and her husband came to the US to see them. What a treat it is to have her close and show her a little more of what makes Kaiizen possible.

Me, Josh, David, Nathan, Dad, Louise, and Tereza.

Goodbye to a loyal steed.
The time came to say goodbye to Chet. He has been so loyal and so true. In a time when it's best to live a simple life I decided it would be best to sell ol' Chet. Bitter sweet, but we'll both be OK.

RIP Chet.

Kind of a big deal...pt. 2

2009-03-05T11:16:00.000-08:00

There is a new blog on the scene in Mormon single-dom. It's called Why Mormon Girls Stay Single. It's the biggest thing since Seriously So Blessed. It showed up like the spring chickens often referenced...cute, glossy, coy, and strangely irresistible despite better judgment obviously steering one away from them. Let's see if it can keep up it's appeal and not "let itself go" like the accused audience it claims to "serve." Although there is some wit to many of the posts, I think, more than anything else WMGSS is fast joining the ranks of blockbusters like Singles Ward, RM, and anything else with Kirby H. (Hey...there's an idea, guest post by Kirby!) Niche humor has a shelf life, and it's short.

Now, I have spent a lot of time writing about the blog, when really I just want to talk about myself and how, once again, my place in the Provo/LDS singles patchwork has been established. Check this POST out...see the picture, in the middle, wearing orange... Yesterday alone I received 2 gchats, one email, one call, and one in person comment referencing my presence in the pic on this post. This either means a) I know the blogger, b) I know much of the readership of the blog, or both.

At any rate, its funny to me. I'll just take this as a chance to give a big shout out to all of my Santa B alum! Those were the days! And again, when you've realized your fate is making unsolicited appearances in marginally flattering mediums citing the subculture in which you can't quite seem to escape (not that I'm trying that hard), you don't let any of it go to your head.

Kind of a big deal...

2009-01-29T14:59:00.000-08:00

As it turns out, my life is one that typifies life in Provo and on the BYU campus. Who knew!? Now I don't mean to feed my own ego here. You can only have one so big when you've been in Provo for 6+ years and don't have a graduate degree, claim any "dependents" during tax season, or even have an employer that requires you to stay in this cozy little valley. I am in Provo by choice and am not shy about it. I love my Utah life! The way I see it, someday there will come a reason to leave, but until then I'm going to stay. In some respects I guess you could say I've become a local celebrity. Here's a little clip to show you what I'm talking about. Be sure to watch until the very end (specifically 1:17-1:22).

(Props to Matt Eastin and Kineto Pictures for the killer video work!)

So as you can see, my presence (preferably with the company of a blond), impact (small carbon footprint with the scooter), and legacy (not quite being able to leave Provo) have now been etched into the annals of the interwebs. Thus proving that I have, in fact, left my mark on this campus.

PS- You know I'm kidding, right?

What is in that chocolate!?

2009-01-26T09:56:00.000-08:00

Too funny not to share...

My Turkey Day in Southern California...all of it.

2008-12-10T11:24:00.000-08:00

This year's Thanksgiving was a little bit different. Instead of spending it here in Utah with the extendeds I decided to bum around southern California. Well worth it!

The weekend started with a change in plans. So I was left with a rental car and a completely open schedule. I found my way to Pacific Beach and got a breakfast burrito at Kono's and enjoyed the clearing skies over the ocean. Beautiful! From there I headed to downtown San Diego, which turns out is pretty dead on the Wednesday before a major holiday. I remembered a friend from Encinitas was already home for the weekend so I called her and she had me up to here house. After chatting and relaxing for a bit we headed over to Escondido to see Wild Animal Park. It was really cool! I really liked all the animals. Favorites would be these crazy birds below and the Rhinos. Rhinos are big and big.

After the Zoo we headed back towards the coast and got some pizza and salad at Lucadia Pizza and took a peak at Moonlight beach. It was a drizzly night so there wasn't much to see. However, I do highly recommend the Thai salad and BBQ pizza.

After dinner I headed over to San Marcos and got the holiday part of the holiday weekend off to a start.

My old mission buddy Ben and his wife live in San Marcos. They are great hosts and always accommodate a wandering North Dakotan in big 'ol Southern Cal. We met up at his brother's place and there was already holiday classics blaring and apples being sliced. I helped Ben make a pie. Granted my efforts were minimal, I feel like I really made that pie special...for no real reason other than I was apart of it. Is that pretentious?

I spent Thanksgiving day with the Hoy/States families at Erin's parents house. Who I might also add are the most generous people ever! They put me up everytime I come through San Diego. A huge Thanks goes to them this past Thanksgiving! You can see pics and the play by play here on my friend Erin's blog. I must say the highlight was that Ben and I fried a Turkey. All I can say is, DO IT!" It's so delicious. Here was how it all transpired:

It was a lot of fun, and did I mention that fried turkeys are really really tasty?

Fortunately I was able to sleep of the gluttony from the day before and about mid-afternoon I headed up to Orange County to see some friends. They weren't available until later that evening so I took the chance to cruise the PCH from Dana Point up to Newport Beach. It was chic, beautiful, and made me want to own a German automobile. Here is a pic from Aliso Beach where I stopped to watch the sunset (one of my favorite things ever).

Later that evening I met up with my wonderful friend Robyn who's family was gracious enough to let me join them for dinner. Afterwards we cruised down to Fashion Island to take a look at the ginormous Christmas tree. It was real and it was big. Robyn was a little obsessed with it, and for good reason. After our festive retreat at the mall we drove down to Balboa Island and bummed around the neighborhoods, along the boardwalks, and through the downtown area. Now that is a cool little place! It was a chill and fun night! Nothing like a tour by a local! After some relaxation and games with her cousins I wandered over to my friend Patrice's for a few more games and a good nights rest.

In the morning (we're on to Saturday now) Patrice's mom took us to thier favorite breakfast place in Orange called Watsons. It was a lot of fun and really good. The major event of the day was the jont up to Santa Monica to meet our old friends Dave and Adam (con GF's) for a day at the Getty. I've wanted to go to the Getty for a couple years now, so I'm really glad we made it happen. Here are a few pics of the landscapen and sunset (naturally) below. We only had time for a few exhibits but it was well worth it.

Adam, David, Patrice, Matt.

Sunset behind the Getty w/ low ceiling.

Crazy landscaping.

Rad sunset in Santa Monica.

After the Getty we drove back to Orange County and Patrice and I grabbed dinner in Huntington Beach, then some hot chocolate with the same crew we were at the Getty with. I have great friends and it was fun just to be able to chill with them there.

So remember how at the beginning of the post I mentioned that there was a change in plans? Well, this also included not having a way back to Utah since I only purchased a one way ticket. Enter Patrice again... She came to the rescue by offering me and my friend Jess (the friend I went to the Wild Animal Park with) a ride home. So... After Huntington I drove back down to Encinitas and spent the night at Jess' parents house. In the morning she took me down to the SD Airport to return the rental car. Then her Mom took us to our friend Danny's house in Carlsbad. He was also riding with Patrice. Danny's Mom then drive us all up to Orange to Patrice's house so we could hitch a ride with her. So after a little time on CA-91 and a lot of time on I-15 we made it back to Utah on Sunday night.

Overall it was a blast of a weekend. I felt a bit like a nomad. Most of all I am grateful for my friends who not only gave me a place to lie my head, but are also some of the best and most fun people I have ever met.

Happy (belated) Thanksgiving!

Speaking of live music...

2008-12-10T11:22:00.000-08:00

Here are the shows I found myself at in the past few months. I'm more proud of one than the others. Can you guess which?

Girl Talk
Girl Talk is a mash-up DJ. So what that means is that he mixes tracks from a number of song all in to one cohesive...well, mash-up. It's way cooler than sampling, and it's way cooler than a random transition from song to song at a club. It's actually pretty incredible that he takes such a range of sounds from such a range of artists and blends them like they were meant to go together. Girl Talk, aka Gregg Gillis, is an Engineer from Ohio. He tours in is free time and is the DJ of choice at a lot of big parties. When he came to SLC a bunch of us wanted to see for ourselves.

The show was a total blast! He is just this wirey awkward guy with a laptop on a table with some monitors. There is a body guard on either side of him, and the entire venue, stage included, just turns into a huge dance party. My friend Laura, picture below, is a huge GT fan. So when the stage was openned up to the crowd she was gone! I followed and was able to get up there myself. Serioulsy, it was just a big random dance party. They had random stage hands blowing TP into the air with leaf blowers, as well as all other kinds of decorations. Here are a few pics below.

GT doin his thing. Taken from Laura's iPhone.

Me, GT, Laura.

NKOTB
So as the story goes... I heard from a friend that New Kids was coming to SLC and there was a 20 dollar special on Ticketmaster. I thought about it for a bit and couldn't bring myself to pass on the novelty of seeing these guys. And I'll give you the ending at the beginning, it was worth about 20 bucks.

I was home in Fargo the week preceding the concert. So from there I called my friend Emily and asked her if she'd like to go with me. Naturally, I bought two tickets... Emily came and picked me up from the airport and we headed to my fav burger joint in West Valley, Ab's Drive In. After pounding a Fat Boy (eating their classic burger), we headed to the E Center. The cost of the show was increased by 50% when we had to pay 10 bucks for parking. I felt taken advantage of. We got into the building and got in line to buy some souvineers. No no, I didn't get anything for myself. Just a shirt for my friend who cuts my hair. I paid for my next hair cut with that shirt...

We then proceeded to our seats. Out comes this little lady and some backup dancers. Kind of wierd at first...but then I realized who it was. Lady GaGa! Why an exclaimation point? Well, I kind of maybe really like the song Just Dance (not posting the video here since it is of questionable content). Disclaimer: I don't endorse her lyrics or lifestyle, but it sure is fun to dance to. Apparently "Miss GaGa" studied piano performance at Julliard or something... Then got in as one of Paris' cronies. When Paris started doing drugs, GaGa got out. The point is I had to listen to this song from the opposite end of the lower bowl. Not good enough. It then became my mission to find a way on to the floor. I hate being far away at shows.

After a series of text messages I was able to link up with Joslyn, who was a saint and brought us some of her ticket stubs we used to get past security and onto the floor. She was joining some friends in the 11th row, so Emily and I used her seats in the 25th row. It wasn't super close, but it was a lot better than where we were before! So a big thanks to Joslyn! Lady GaGa finished her set, which was mildly entertaining. Then, to my surprise, out comes Natasha Bedingfield! I don't own any of her music, but have enjoyed the occational listen when it comes on wherever I may be. Well, I was very very impressed. She really loves her music and the opportunity she has to share it. She was so sincere and it was apparent that she has a real passion for what she does. She also really wants her music to do something for people. I can repect that. On top of it all, she was really good live. Way better than Lady GuGu, or whatever... Here's a poor quality pic from my phone.

Natasha. I may or may not have had a small crush while she sang.

New Kids On The Block came on the stage and everyone went nuts! Mostly high pitched screams combined with the subtle applause of the dudes who brought their, now almost menopausal, NKOTB loving significant others. It was insane.

There really isn't much to say other than it was really entertaining. I found myself half singing along, half laughing at myself and the entire experience.

NKOTB comes out on stage.

So about half way through the show the group leaves the stage. Then Emily and I see some lights flicker from behind us. We turn around and see this stage lift from the ground. Then comes the group again and they do a few songs from here. I'm not supposed to say anything, but Emily may or may not have gotten a little emotional at this pleasant surprise. Apparently even MBA women melt at the up close sight of a boy band...

Post-emotional reaction.

"I love Mormom girls" shirt thrown from the crowd.
Who knew?

Step by Step

Hangin Tough

The best for last... COLDPLAY!
So I knew the big show was coming, but the price tag was a little too rich for my blood. The day of the show I was at a friends wedding in SLC. A couple friends mentioned that it was the Coldplay show that night and how they would love to go. This got me thinking...I really wanted to go too. I haven't been to a big headlining show like that in a while (NKOTB doesn't count). I remembered a friend had an extra ticket, so I sent a text. He responded that his was being used but that another friend had just bought a couple tickets that day. Enter Brian Henderson. I gave Brian a jingle. He answered the phone singing one of Coldplay's songs and asked if I was in. I replied that if he had a ticket for me then I was! We talked logistics and it was a plan! I met him at the Delta Center (I refuse to call it ESA) and we proceeded to will call. Now Brian is an expert at music, shows, and all things related. He was able to work it with some broker who had extra tickets and saved us about $50! Stick with Brian and you'll do alright.

We had great seats near some friends and had an awesome view. We were on the side just out from the stage. We could see everything. And Coldplay has a way of making everyseat seem good. They had screens and video work, lights and catwalk stages. They even had a satallite stage up in the stands, IN THE STANDS! Very cool.

Not only is thier music amazing, but their production is top notch! Needless to say it was totally worth it. I'd see 'em again in a heartbeat.

Coldplay.

Chris on the catwalk.

There were these rad giant bulbs that would lift and drop throughout the show. At times they would project images of the band playing from within the bulb. So cool!

The end of the catwalk on our side of the stadium lit up. They played a few songs from here.

Me and BH.

At the end of the show shiny butterflies dropped from everywhere. Way cool effect.

Viva la Vida

Bringin funny back.

2008-11-17T12:36:00.000-08:00

Andy Samberg might be one of the funniest people on TV right now. This is why.

And another:

Here are a couple more by request...

Iran So Far.

Mark Wahlberg Talks to Animals.

Not legit 'till its live.

2008-10-28T23:24:00.000-07:00

Getting sick of over-produced music? Don't get me wrong, I like my fair share. But there's nothing like a musician who can express themselves just as well on the fly. Here are a few examples.

The Kooks: Ooh La.

Beirut: Nantes

Priscilla Ahn: Dream

Videos brought to you by: La Blogotheque, a French music weblog. (Google it and click "Translate this page" for English)

So mad I could Yelle!

2008-10-28T09:54:00.000-07:00

So a cute little French pop-ster named Yelle just came through good 'ol UT this weekend, which I missed by the way. I'm upset for two reasons... A) I love live music, and B) To date, I had only heard of Yelle, and would have really liked a chance to form an opinion from actual experience! All reports were that it was amazing!

Here's one of her more popular ditties, Ce Jeu. Apologies if there is something offensive in French, I plead ignorance.

Catchy, right?

Here is a remix of one of Yelle's songs, A Cause des Garçons, I stumbled across on Youtube. I'm not quite sure what is happening, but its strangely captivating. I want to go to Europe next summer, so maybe I should take notes...and maybe practice, in my room, when no one's home.

Hey Reebok! Pumps are making a comeback!

Report to come August of '09.

C215

2008-10-26T21:42:00.000-07:00

This is C215, an artist from Paris. C215 travels the world telling stories with his art.

Here is some of the work he has done in Brazil.

See all of his work here on his flickr page.
For other amazing street art see the Wooster Collective.

And by the way...pt. 2.

2008-10-17T12:31:00.000-07:00

Cougars...not brinin' it against TCU. Upward and onward, boys.

Provo...bringin' it.

2008-10-17T10:41:00.000-07:00

Heard of Velour? It's a rad little venue in downtown Provo. Who knew this little joint would be bringing me so much live listening enjoyment this fall?

For those of you who a) have never been to Provo, UT, b) left more than a year or two ago, or c) are in Provo but rag on it and swear you can't wait until graduation day so you can return your gown and head for a coast (or SLC)... Consider yourself hereby informed! Downtown Provo has made a comeback. Much like downtown Fargo, but I'll save that for another post.

Didn't that make you feel warm inside?

My diagnosis has been that it's taken a while for the people who had the ability to make Provo cool never stuck around long enough to actually do it. But that has changed. There are amazing, talented, and dedicated people turning downtown in to a very cool place to hang out. Despite how fickle the market can be here. Props to everyone making things happen here! There is an assortment of eating...Spark, Guru's, Maestro's, India Palace, Smokehouse, the Korean place, and a handful of others. There are awesome boutiques...Mode and Coal Umbrella. There is also a lot of live music...Velour and Muse Music. On just about any night of the week and almost every weekend you could plan your night and not leave 2 city blocks!

Last weekend one of my fav's, Love You Long Time, had an EP release party at Velour. It was a blast! Party to the People, indeed! And just last night I saw Sherwood play. Now, I don't claim to be an expert, but I think I'm decently savvy when it comes to music. I had never heard Sherwood, or least didn't know it when I did, before last weekend when my friend Steph heard them over the PA after the Love show. She said they were coming this week and said I HAD to go! So I did a little research (MySpace) and thought, ok these guys are good. Not too original, but good. When we got to Velour the Pink Spiders were playing. I thought I had just wasted 14 bones. Then Sherwood came on and I can honestly say it was one of the best shows I have ever been too. They have a killer presense, a ton of energy, and are all about the crowd. And to Provo's credit the crowd really brought it last night too! Even thought I had at least 7 years on anyone else in the crowd it was the perfect band-crowd interdependence... Provo definitely left an impression on the bands! They'll be back. And I think the word is spreading...play Provo!

Kate (white) and Steph (pink) loving the band...

Kate's crush...Mikey. This guy is the played the Keys. He was all over the place, so much energy, way into the crowd, awesome.

Steph's crush. Joe, the drummer, solid.

So next time you think of overlooking a visit to Provo or are tempted to bag on it, think twice! Great food, great shopping, great music. Dudes and babes approve!

Like I said, not the most original sound, but man are they great live at a small venue!

And by the way...

2008-09-22T09:41:00.000-07:00

While we were hiking BYU was pummeling Wyoming.

Go Cougs!
¿Puede decir usted BCS Bowl?

A Timp-ical weekend in Provo...

2008-09-22T08:38:00.000-07:00

Since people only want pictures anyway...I'll keep the story telling brief.

After six years in Provo hiking Mt. Timpanogos is something I have needed to do! Earlier this year I decided that I would do it in September. With the hiking season drawing to a close I thought it might not happen. Largely due to my own neglect to plan the hike. Thanks to my friend Mark's I got my chance afterall!

This is how the beautiful morning started (Circa 6:30am).

Fall colors!

Billy Goats Gruff

W/Troll

There were mountain goats everywhere! We first saw a small group of five. Then once we got higher there were herds! Just after this photo above there was a brief hale storm. While I was hiking along there was this overcasty haze with the glow of the sun coming through one side. Through the sheets of hale I could see the mountain face in the distance with a family of mountain goats galluping up to try and find some cover. It was one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen. A picture wouldn't do it justice, words can't suffice, it was just amazing. After hiking for another little while you could see two different grazing groups on the face to the left and the face to the right. The goats above let us get pretty close. They love the camera.

The Timptastic 8
Isaac, Anika, Logan, Sara, Me (w/rod of authority), Carl, Mark, Annie (Emmie).

My baby, Mt. Baldy (Alta), in the background.

AF Canyon, Backside of Alta/Snowbird, Mineral Basin.

Anika, Me, and Utah County.

From the top-shack (Circa 1pm).

Me, Sara, Annie.

7/8 of the Timptastic 8 at the summit.

Top left: Summit shack.
Ridge line trail to glacier.

After we left the summit the whole group went down the way we came. Curiosity got the best of me and I ran along the trail headed north so that I could come down the glacier. I saw two guys from another group ahead of me quite a ways, but I though I could catch them so I wasn't alone at 11k ft. I was able to get to them by the time we were at the top of the glacier. Can't remember their names, but they were both from Atlanta and definitely showed me some southern hospitality by letting me join them for the trip down the glacier. As you can see in later pictures the glacier is a lot better if you have pants, gloves, and maybe an ice pick or two... I did ok with my Asics and a couple sharp rocks. However, the snow did get the best of my right leg. It looks worse than it is. It was a really cool going down the glacier, see the views from that side of the mountain, and also exploring the area where the glacier had melted.

Free the heel, free the mind.

Here is a view of the glacier from the bottom up. On my way down the rock slides after the glacier I crossed paths with a couple really cool guys from SLC (two specs on the left), along with thier golden lab. They had their Tele's strapped to their backs and were on their way to get some turns in. It's awsome out here... Once the fall air hits the valley it just makes you want to strap on some planks!

Some goats bidding us farewell on our way back down.

All in all it was a beautiful day and an awesome hike. It's so amazing that this is right in my back yard here in Provo. It's approx. 14 miles and 10 hours (with breaks and photo opps) round trip if you go the Aspen Grove route. It takes a little work, a lot of water, and some powerbars, but it's totally worth it!

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On the map.

LA-bor Day

2008-09-10T15:18:00.000-07:00

The Tuesday before Labor Day I was in the mood to travel. I realized a few people had trips planned for the long weekend and I wanted one too! So I searched the weekend specials and two bills later I had a trip to LA planned. What sealed the deal was when I sent my friend down there, Dane, a text that said, "Hey, so I'm thinking I might head down to LA this weekend. Room on your floor?" His response... "Duh, come!" I went.

I got in early on Saturday morning and chatted with Dave and Dane's new roomie John over a bowl of cereal. Dave got home from surfing a little later and went down to the beach and played beach volleyball for a couple hours. Afterward we ate at Patrick's Roadhouse in Santa Monica, overlooking the beach. Had me a great burger and some live blues for lunch. The place is rumored to either be owned or was owned by Patrick Swayze himself. We didn't dance. And on a side note, two v two beach volleyball is really hard. I thought I was decent at volleyball, but this sure showed me what's up. Props USA!

That Saturday afternoon I went over to a friends house to swim and catch up. Then later that night our buddy Josh came up from Orange County. We went down to the 3rd St. Promenade area and ate at T's Thai. Recommend it. We then wandered the promenade for a while and watched the street performers. The highlight being a 9 year old covering No One by Alicia Keys. It was pretty impressive! Except for the creepy guy running the AV equipment in the background. It was reminiscent of Robin Williams character in August Rush. Josh and I got the crowd clapping and we tipped a buck. After that we made a Pinkberry run, Mmmmm, and called it a night. However, the night was still young.

After what felt like the worst nap ever (way too short, way too groggy) Dane, Kristen, and I woke up at 4 am to hike the Hollywood sign. Now many a tale is told of suicide, vandalism, and trespassing up, on, and around the sign. So for these reasons we decided to go late enough and early enough that Hollywood was calm, and also so we wouldn't get busted. I didn't want to come back from LA with a record. Dane had done this a few weeks previous and made it out unscathed. In his blog report he said if anyone ever wanted to do it, he would do it again. He is a man of his word... So, between Dane's memory and Kristin's GPS we found the trail head and started on our way.

Yep, its beeping at us.

The Darkness

It was pitch black when we started. So along a groomed trail you have to keep a close eye out for the single track that leads up to the sign. One of the group, who will remain nameless, spooked themselves by remembering ghost stories taking place up there, so I got the priviledge of leading the way. Yeah, put the tourist in front! We would take periodic breaks to take in the view, take pictures, and take a moment to survey the brush with both eyes and ears. We didn't want to see anyone else up there...dead or alive! Nor did we want any critters paying us any attention. I think I got a mosquito bite on my left arm. Almost ruined the whole hike for me. We paused for a while just below the sign so that the camera's didn't pick us up and so we could be up there with a little daylight. When we got up to the sign we did see quite a few camera's and motion detectors. We trod lightly and took everything in. It was a beautiful misty morning. As we walked westward from the D to the H we could hear the camera's clicking on as the motion detector's picked us up. At the H there was this white little box that started to beep. After a little while we confirmed that there was a correlation between our presence and the amount of beeps. The LA county SWAT didn't rap down from a helicopter so we took our time. Although it was early I really do recommend doing the hike at this time. You can see the city lights at night and the sunrise and the valley in the morning. Very beautiful.

Dane and Matt

Matt and Kristen
(She wears Underarmour. Don't mess.)

Large.

Misty mornings.

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We accomplished our mission and made our way back to the car. On the drive back we did something I hate to admit. Well, maybe not since I was the one that reminded Dane to show us... So, right off the drive to and from the Hollywood sign is the street that the girls of The Hills live in. Most famous is the beautiful LC. I don't watch the show much, but it was kind of exciting cruising by their bachelorette pad at 7 am on a Sunday morning. Didn't see anyone. In fact, I even felt weird looking, so I just looked out of the corner of my eye a couple times.

We got home and slept until church that afternoon. Then went down to Palos Verdes to Dave's parents for dinner. We ate some of the best steaks I had eaten in a while. We then drove down to Kristen's parents in Cota de Caza (Orange County) and spent the night. Monday morning we woke up and got some breakfast at Pipe's. We intended on meeting Josh there but he went to the one in Newport and we went to the one in San Clemente...oops! Nevertheless, we met up in Laguna and drove to Corona del Mar to hit up Jump Rock. It was a blast. See full report in the preceding post.

After jumping we had a bbq at our buddy Syd's place. This cozy little abode will become the Syd and Shea McGee residence in just one month. Congrats! That day though we had a chill bbq and watch the British version of The Office. Very funny, very British.

The weekend came to a close as we grabbed dinner and hung out at the pier at Venice Beach. After that I hopped back in the rental car, b-lined it back to the airport. I made it with enough time to print my eticket, get through security, hop on the plane, and take off. Just the way I like it!

All in all it was a fabulous weekend with just the right about of playing and relaxing. A special thanks to my wonderful hosts... Dane, Dave, John, Stacy, Kristen, The Galerath's (Dave's fam), The Hill's (Kristen's fam), J-bu, Syd, and the many many locals.

On Jumping...

2008-09-02T12:26:00.001-07:00

When I was five, we lived in Virginia. That year my Kindergarten class was doing a presentation of some sort. Before our grand performance started my classmates and I were all lined up on stage. Not a single one of us was standing still. Of course, we were five! However, I was not distracted by my classmates. In fact, neither they nor the audience had any idea who was in their presence. See that night I had slipped a AA battery in my pocket. The more I fiddled with it the more strength I gained. With that power I turned into Battery Man, and had the power peform many feats...the greatest being jumping from the stage! I rubbed as much power as I could from the battery through my little hand and into my being, and proceeded to the edge. I extended my arm, battery in hand, and blurted, "Battery Man...!" With my declaration came my leap and successful landing. I looked up and realized that no one was really watching. Now those of you who know me might think I was disappointed that I didn't instantly become the center of attention. I do enjoy the center of attention and feel like I handle it well, but I do not need it... In this case it was more exciting to me that I had all of this power and the ability to jump from a four foot (taller than me at the time) stage...and no one knew it! I was free to unleash my powers over and over again without kids getting in the way, trying to do the same thing (which clearly they deficient the power to do so), or parent/teachers putting the kaibash on my fun. As my memory recalls I jumped a few more times, each as exciting as the first. Eventually the real show had to go on and I found my place again on the stage. I don't have any recollection of what the performance was for or what it was about. But I did keep that battery tight fisted in my pocket the remainder of the evening.

This story is the first of many that involve me jumping off of things. Ask most boys and they could probably tell you about 90% of the things they jumped off of in their lives. All of which should have made their lives a lot shorter.

To site a few more... I remember having an increased awareness of my own mortality around age 10-11. We used to occationally go to the public pool in Bloomington, Minnesota. They had a 25 foot platform. I stared at it like Squints at Wendy Peffercorn. Unfortunately, Bloomington didn't have the same beauty of a life guard. The good news is that I didn't need her, nor was I jumping to impress anyone. I finally got the gumption and made the jump. Scared all 50 lbs of me, but I did it!

In my teenage year we used to drive to the Minnesota/Wisconsin border. There's a section of the Minnesota River called Taylor's Falls lined with cliffs. We made our way along the 20-30 footers jumping away. We then found some 40-50 footers. Scared, but did it. All the while we had our trusty test dummy, Benjamin Lawrence Kacher. Bless him. He lives to tell the same story, when maybe he shouldn't have! There were never any near death moments we know. But that section of river was used by loggers to transport lumber. We were told that occasionally old logs that were lodged underwater will come loose and float down river under the surface. Any way... We found the mother of all the cliffs, a 70-footer on the Wisonsin side of the river. Which is good news since it's technically illegal in the Minnesota side. My friends spent most of the afternoon jumping this cliff. I couldn't get the guts to do it though. Finally, all of my friends packed up and we started to hike back down the backside and leave for the day. As I walked away in defeat I turned back towards the cliff, dropped my things, took off my shirt, and marched back... Someone yelled, "Matt's gonna do it!" So they all followed. I got right to the edge and I went for it! I surfaced to cheers and knew I had conquered yet another fearful leap!

My senior year of high school the Snow Core tour came through Fargo, ND. Bands included Soul Coughing, Redman (Sans Meth), and Everclear. The show was great, as far as I recollect... Time has shown otherwise for these bands. At one point Everclear had the entire Fargodome (yes, its real...as real as Fargo itself) jumping in time. Art Alexakis then told people from the crowd to get up on stage and dance. For a moment I was disappointed that although I was on the floor I was too far away to get up to the stage in time. Then a moment of genius, crowd surf! I've never trust the hands of so many strangers at once. Nor had I ever been more glad I wasn't a girl. I made it to the front and was about to hop on stage when security tried to stop me. I yelled, "Everclear said it was ok," and I point to Alex. He gave the nod and security obeyed. So after dancing around a bit and pocketing a guitar pick I found on stage the song ended and we were directed off the stage. In my 18 years I had developed a strong desire to stage dive. I think probably from watching Pearl Jam video's in the early 90's. Thanks Eddie. So when I saw a break in between two guards I went for it. I ran, I leaped, and I'm pretty sure I kicked a couple unexpecting fans since I kind of came out of nowhere. The good news is that they did break my fall and I ran back to my friends totally stoked (That's what we were in the 90's)! About four years later I was at an A New Found Glory show and managed to get on stage and relive the dream!

Those are just a few of the many jumps that should have led to more serious consequences. Lately though I did something that I think tops them all! Jump Rock in Orange County, CA.

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We didn't have camera's so this is as good as I could do.

Jump Rock is just off of Corona Del Mar beach. You have to walk down the shore and shimmy some cliffs to get to the point where you swim out. Just a portion of the group made it the whole way (Syd, Josh, Kristin, and myself). It was high tide, so we had to time our moves along the cliffs with the sets coming in. It was pretty gnarly! Swimming out to the rock was a trip since you were still negotiating the sets, but now they were breaking around the rock and coming in from two directions. This little North Dakota boy has come a long way! As you look at the map above... We started jumping on the right side. Its about 25-30 feet high and has a clear and deep landing. In the middle there is a natural arch. We jumped off the front which was pretty cool. We also jumped off the back, called the back door. You have to place yourself just right so you don't get jacked by rocks on either side. Also, you have to time your jump with the waved so that the water is high, but that you don't get pulled into the rocks by a wave. This place was so fun! If you ever have the chance, find a local and go! You'll love it.

Heights have scared me most of my life. But to bring this post to a close might I submit that we all find something high. Something so high, lofty, or out of reach that is scares you... Don't just reach for it. Don't just reach it's summit. Jump off of it! That's when you've really conquered.

On Creativity

2008-06-02T14:55:00.000-07:00

As perhaps one of the lesser "creative" people amongst my acquaintances, I've always been impressed (and a little jealous) by those who I think are creative. They have inspired me to do things a little less...the same.

I was shown this clip last year when talking to some friends about kids, education, etc. This great presentation is from an educator named Sir Ken Robinson. Have a look-see.

There is so much time spent thinking that maybe we get stuck in a rut of thinking the same way. My own work experience comes to mind. Every day I get paid to sit in front of my computer and think, about a few certain "objective" things. If it fits into policy, procedure, or precedent, then it is right. Not to rag too much on what I do, because I do like it to an extent and there are elements of creativity, if I seek them. And thats the point...I have seen how creativity has been slowly let out of my education and experience, unless a teacher, co-worker, friend, or I consciously kept it in.

So let do ourselves a favor and do some rethinking. Then go out there and be prepared to be wrong and be prepared to be creative. The people who I can list that have are the same ones that have inspired me the most. I have a small list. Let me know if you'd like to know who they are.

Below are a few more clips that have been shared with me in some fashion. I hope they too make you take a step back, rethink, and inspire you to do something today a little more creatively that you would have otherwise.

Try this on...mind blowing!

And this...super cool!

Creative, yes. Stupid, definitely!

Shukriyaa

2008-05-12T15:46:00.000-07:00

Thanks.

To my co-workers here for the chance to go over!
To my co-workers in India for being the best hosts ever...and great friends.
To the Taj Palace hotel for treating Mr. Olsen so well.
To Vikas for being the best darn driver in India. Best of luck.
To the many crazy roads for being crazy!
To this fascinating place for teaching me so much about what life is about.

Vikas=salt.

Bourne Equivalency

2008-04-27T22:36:00.000-07:00

On the left is Ganesh. He's a great guy. On the right is the owner of the restaurant. 97 and still cookin! Behind them is an American tourist...or is it!

Jason is that you!? You survived that huge fall into the river? Tell me its you!

30

2008-04-27T22:30:00.000-07:00

The amount of hours our road trip took. It was a whirlwind tour of Jaipur, India, the Pink City. But so worth it!

Drive there.
We left Work around 11:30pm, made a couple stops, and were on the road by midnight. Next stop 200km later was Jaipur. This 200km consisted of laughing, joking around, Bollywood sing alongs, and frequent tea/smoke breaks. All of which were had by my 5 perky co-workers througout the night! Intense! The Americans, my friend Jessie and I, were awkwardly nestled in the 3 row of Ganesh's new SUV. We tried to sleep. Marginal results. It was pretty entertaining seeing my friends just go go go all night!

Hotel.
5 hours from Delhi we rolled in to Jaipur and found ourselves a little 2 star hotel. A far cry from my cozy 5 star room 329 at the Taj! We slept until 10 then got up and at 'em. The day started with a turkey sandwich at Subway and a bottle of Coke. Mmm...breakfast... Then out to see the sights.

Hawa Mahal.

This was a palace built by the King for his queen and her lady friends. Behind this crown-resembling facade are many outdoor corridors and social areas. This way the Queen could be "out-and-about" hearing the sounds of the city, without being seen. Which apparently wasn't allowed.

The front.

The back. (Being repainted)

View from the top.
Busy streets, busy markets.

Jaigarh Fort

Me, Farid, Jessie, Prableen, Ganesh, Ruchika.

Big ol cannon.

Camel, check!

Inside the fort.

The outer walls of the Fort.

Amber Palace.
You can see it in the top right of the last pic from the fort. this place was amazing. So many gardens, courts, and beautiful look outs!

Palace from the fort.

Palace.

Inner court.

Us.

x2.

Dinner was a quick pit stop at Mickey D's... Bad idea. Note to self, don't each McDonald's anywhere, ever.

Bollywood!

Tashan

This was the hot new Bollywood flick. It was awesome! There was mystery, love, adventure, suspense, and most of all STYLE! (Thats what Tashan means in Hindi)

Drive back.
I was pretty much delerious.

I know I did a poor job of illustrating how cool it was to see Jaipur. It really was great. I learned a ton. Everything from the time in the car to the top of the fort was educational on this fascinating place and it's people. It was a great way to spend my last weekend in India!

Turns out...

2008-04-20T11:12:00.000-07:00

...I ended up riding an elephant tonight!

Yeah, super random. Some co-workers came over to the hotel for dinner tonight. I walked out with one of them while he waited for his car and there they were, two big ol' elephants! While taking the touristy photo-opp the elephant guy said "ride?" I said sure! I handed my camera to the parking guy and had him snap a couple pics! One of them even turned out!
Then the guy held out his hand and said "money." No question mark this time. So I guess he's only 2 words into his English studies so far.

There happened to be a wedding at the hotel tonight... So of course there were elephants. Seriously, these Indian weddings are everything you've heard!

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A day in Old Delhi...

2008-04-19T08:31:00.000-07:00

...is all I need.

I experienced India in a whole to way today. My explorations took me into Old Delhi. The location of the most history as well as the most despair.

My friend from work, Ganesh, took me into Old Delhi. Our first experience was trying to park his car. We pulled down the street where the supposed parking lots were. It was nothing but a collage of cars, trucks, buses, rickshaws, motorcycles, pedestrians, and little wheeled sales stands. There was absolutely no order to it at all. About 40 minutes later we were able to make a U turn and get out. We were able to pay some security guards at the Red Fort to let us park the car behind their gate. Somethings are impossible in India, others just take about 50 Rupees.

We walked over to Jama Masjid Mosque, the largest mosque in India. It took some guts and timing to cross the street from where we parked. You then walk through and entry about 30 feet wide and proceed down a long walkway that leads up to the mosque. At the time it was all a little too much to handle, but now it is all sinking in. It's almost 2 am and I am overwhelmed just thinking about it. On the right was a stand selling Biryani, a rice dish. Look straight ahead and the first man you see is blind, the second almost completely crippled. Both begging. There is a little break to let it set in. Then you start to see it all. Beggars of all kinds. Cripples, children, elderly, blind, strung-out, amputee's, dwarfs, widows, etc, etc, etc. A pile of feces, most likely human, sets right before the next food stand. Just after that another man relieving himself. On the right there is vendor after vendor peddling their goods. Ganesh was a great help in keeping a quick pace and putting himself between me and those who would approach. Being white is like strapping a huge magnet to your body and walking through Home Depot.

Looking back at the long walk from the street up to the mosque.

After about 200 yards later there is the gate of the mosque. There is about a 25 foot set of stone steps leading up to the entrance itself. These steps are also cluttered with beggars. This whole procession was the definition of sensory overload.

The steps leading up to the mosque.

Get to the gate, remove your shoes, pay 200 Rupees to bring in your camera, and you are ready to see the mosque itself. It really is another one of the amazing architectural sites in Delhi. But the process to get there has greatly blurred my memory of it. It was fascinating to see the men praying in this wide open courtyard. At times it is filled with hundreds, if not thousands. The towers have speakers to project the call to prayer.

Prayer.

After you have seen the mosque there is only one way out... The way you came in. Again, it's hard to put into words. I feel like I saw the dregs of a society. After we left I almost felt unaffected and uncaring. In hindsight I realize that my subconscious muted my thoughts and emotions during that walk. It was my defense mechanism. Witnessing this degenerate attempt to subsist was one of the saddest things I have ever seen. It felt intense, corrupt, and sad. History and faith being swallowed up by desperation and corruption.

Pickup cricket.

After that we took an auto rickshaw to the entrance of the Red Fort. It is an impressive structure. All out of red stone. Built by one of the old kings to stand as protection, a capitol for his kingdom, and also a mark of strength. We walked in to see a light and sound show but the mosquito's were too bad. The show was underwhelming, and all in Hindi, so we bailed. We took a cycle rickshaw back to the car and grabbed some dinner.

Red Fort w/Moon.

The cycle rickshaw. This guy pedaled hard!

There were rays of light through the cloudiness of what I saw today. Ganesh was a great host, guide, and friend. I really felt like I was seeing India, and not just the nice hotel, office, or shopping. I also felt like I was hanging out with a friend. A good feeling when you feel very far away from everything. I'm really grateful for the people I have met and the friends I have made. They have absolutely made my trip!

It was an intense day. All in all I am so glad I saw what I did. You can't put a price on perspective. You also can't write or photograph it. Hope this post did a decent job of telling the story of how I spent this April 19.

The flame burns on.

2008-04-16T21:39:00.000-07:00

The Olympic torch came through India today. And being so close to Tibet, it was a very cool experience. A lot of people have a lot of views on China's occupation of Tibet, and India is no exception. I'm not sure if it was on the news in the US, but there was an "alternative" torch relay held by Tibetan exiles today. Yesterday I saw this on the commute to work.
It was really fascinating to see this global issue come right though my line of sight while on the other side of the world. It really showed me that the world can unite for something. I don't have a lot of knowledge of, or strong feelings about what's going on in Tibet. But I do think it's pretty amazing to see masses around the world rally for the freedom of others. As we all know, that effort can really backfire sometimes.

Before I end this post I want to give a shout out to my hero and my Dad. A former torchbearer himself... Michael Joseph Olsen. Love you Dad.

Running the torch in Orlando, Fl for the 2002 Salt Lake Winter Olympics.

Updations and Up-gradations.

2008-04-13T11:22:00.001-07:00

Update 1:
The previously mentioned "little green/yellow people mover things" are in fact called rickshaws here.

Update 2:
They do actually encourage "lane driving" here, among other helpful tips. (I have laughed a lot on this little voyage.)

Update 3:
You may notice my blog has been both updated and upgraded. Just an FYI in Indian English both of the words used in the title of this post are real words. So put the red pen away and don't correct them. I also heard "illustratement" today.

Interesting fact:
Did you know that, per capita, New Delhi has the highest rate of amputation in the world? Yeah, it's such an issue that instead of having handicapped bathrooms they actually just have "amputee only" restrooms. It's ok, I laughed at first too. Then I saw a guy try to wash his hand in a normal bathroom. Think about it...bet you couldn't do it. Seriously, put one hand behind your back and try to wash the other solo. Not as funny now, is it?
Just kidding. But the sign did make me laugh.

My Dehli weekend.

2008-04-12T00:26:00.000-07:00

Episode 1: I like the night life. I like to boogie...
Friday

Last night I finally got out and took in some of the Delhi night life! The Centre Stage Mall is about 10 minutes from my office. Within those walls lies the hottest disco in India, and one of the top five in Asia. A little place we call Elevate. This was one of the most fascinating things I have ever experienced.

What I didn't see:

What I wanted to see:

You may have recognized this as a scene from my favorite (and the only one I've seen) Bollywood movie, Jab We Met. Jab means 'when.' More Hindi lessons to come.

What I did see:

Elevate is crazy and funny. The club was a ton of fun and my co-workers, and now friends, are a blast! The club was such a melting pot, there were people from everywhere. My favorite person was the Asian girl with her ratty teased hair, cig hangin from her lips, and black and white striped skirt with a hot pink frilly bloomer thing underneath. Simply captivating. She kinda just rocked back and forth like a strung-out Gwen Stefani back-up girl.

Another interesting observation was that no one touched. It was the cleanest dance party I've been to since EFY. It really really blew my mind. Any other time I've been to a club (which isn't too any times), or even a Provo dance party, I've been pretty much disgusted. This was a pleasant surprise. The DJ was some dude from Brittan...underwhelming. My other favorite thing was this, no one in India can dance! At least not the sample population I saw on Friday. The best part, no one cares! So to all you awkward whitey's and Elaine's out there, have no shame! Come to India and let loose! Seriously, everyone kind of dances awkward and uncoordianted. Which makes the no touching thing even funnier. Not even couples touch. I've come to understand that's because there is a cultural norm for couples not to touch/be affectionate in public. I recommend Elevate next time you're in Delhi. Fortunately, no one was really as bad as Elaine.

The crew: Gautam, Swati, Ganesh, Rakhee, Parul, Amy, Matt.

Not pictured: Farid and Shivani.

Episode 2: Chillin at India Gate.

Saturday

Met up with Gautam and Rakhee. Got some Pizza Hut and McDonald's french fries and hung out at India Gate. The world is flat. It was fun to hang here. It's kind of like Sugarhouse, Kiwanis, or your local outdoor hangout. Except there are a lot more cheap goods bought and sold.

Episode 3: Services, shopping, and sights.
Sunday

The day started by attending church in Delhi. They were actually broadcasting General Conference this weekend, as it all happens overnight the weekend of. It was really neat to meet with the Saints of India. My favorite part was hearing them sing the hymns with accents. It was really really cool to hear. It was a beautiful glimpse into how the Church is growing outside of my comfy little paradigm in Provo. It also made me appreciate, again, how blessed I am to live in Utah, have gone to BYU, and have so many opportunities accessible.

That afternoon our driver took us around to see some sights pictures below. We then went shopping at Dilli Haat and Central Market. Lesson learned, never shop without a local! There is definitely a white persons price here. With my friends present we were able to get them down to about half of the original prices they quoted me. Shopping was fun though. It was cool to finally get the real tourist experience this weekend.

Some of the sights we saw were:
Qutub Minar
Humayun's Tomb

Sagar South Indian Restaurant.
Very tasty. Ganesh, guy in the middle, wanted to treat us to his home cookin.

Road trip.

2008-04-06T01:52:00.000-07:00

When I told a friend I was going to the Taj Mahal this weekend she told me about the picture she had seen of her parents there. She said it looked like one of those posed shots where you pull down the backdrop of where you want people to think you are... Kind of like in Wayne's World when they use the blue screen to visit exotic locations. Like Delaware. Really glad I was at the Taj instead of Delaware, no offense.

Our morning started at 5am when we hopped in a little silver Corolla and hit the open road. Well, hardly open (pics later). It was a cool and rainy morning. I was praying that it would break by the time we got to Agra, locale of the Taj. About halfway there, circa 7:30am, the rain broke and we stopped at a little motel off the side of the road for breakfast. I had some French Toast that made me nervous. It looked a little too batter-dipped and fried for my taste. Regardless, it ended up being okay, but I'm still curious what the clear stuff they gave me for syrup was. It was sweet, so I chose not to ask any questions. The drive continues through an area that, due to the tourism, has pretty much moved all activity to the road-front. This was sad since it was very common to see crumbling living quarters, animals everywhere, men reliving themselves wherever they saw fit, and many a pants-less child wading through makeshift landfills. Tourism has become their livelihood. Which I don't know what it would have been otherwise if tourism weren't there. From there you see a lot of open farm fields and agriculture. A lot of which has been purchased and will be developed into corporate complexes, housing, and hotels. The drive takes your through Mathura which is the home of Lord Krisha, incarnate of Vishnu, considered to be Supreme God by some schools of Hinduism. As we traveled through that area and on our driver commented that in this state, Uttar Pradesh, the people are very happy. Hard to tell since women are rarely expressive and men seem somewhat stoic. I'll take his word for it. Along the highway there are also many colleges of various trades, from medicine to business and everything in between. Our driver, Vikas, told us that there is a huge investment on the governments part to grow the educational opportunities for India. It must be working since we also saw a lot of schools being built too. This country really is all about growth. The caste system is leveling and the infrastructure is growing.

We pulled into Agra at about quarter to ten and met up with our guide, Ali (kinda like the boxer, sans the floating and stinging). Before we got to him though you have to navigate the crowded and twisty streets of Agra. At one point there is a railroad crossing where you get an onslaught of window tappers. They put the beggars at the Tijuana border crossing to shame. They are persistent and direct. You really do have to ignore them because if they see your window crack they'll all come a-runnin. Back to Ali. He has been giving tours for 30 years and he really knew his stuff. You first park your car and take a little 3-wheeled people mover thing (pictured later, green/yellow) to a road block where you get out and walk. There are little stands on both sides trying to pedal cheap goods. More than anything they are trying to distract you so they can pick your pocket. I kept my hands in mine and kept walking. You then go through a makeshift security check with a metal detector and a quick frisk. Nothing in my back pockets...good thing he checked. After you get to know security, or rather they get to know you, you are on the same parcel of land designed for the Taj Mahal. We entered through the east gate and proceeded west. After about 100 yards you are in a courtyard with the south gate on your left, west gate straight ahead, and the north or Love gate to your right. Through the Love gate is the tomb of Mumtaz Mahal, aka the Taj Mahal.

Looking east at the east gate.

Love gate.

The early 17th century, time of the Muhgals in India, had a prince named Sahah Jahan, who loved his wife, Mumtaz, greatly. She died an early death during the birth of their 14th (I think) child. To honor her and to show his deep love for her he built her a tomb, the Taj Mahal. It is said to have taken 22 years all-in-all to complete at the employ of 22,000 laborers.

As you walk through Love gate the Taj comes into view, and it's absolutely magnificent! Surreal, breathtaking, and beautiful. Way better than any backdrop...

View after passing through Love gate.

You just kind of stand there for a minute and think, "Really!?" So you double take, and when you look back its still there, just as beautiful!

Ali took us around the grounds telling us about the gardens, the aqueducts, and other tidbits about the construction. They really thought of everything when they built this thing.

On either side of the Taj is a Mosque. The one on the east is not used since it doesn't face Mecca, but does offer a cool perspective of the Taj. When you look through this archway and back up slowly, its as if the Taj is growing and getting larger as it fills your view through the archway. I tried to capture it on video mode on my camera but it didn't work out. Sorry.

View from the non-mosque mosque.

After a tour around the exterior we went inside (cameras prohibited) to see the tombs and decoration. It is incredible that this was all done at the time that it was. The Price spared no expense and it shows. All of the decoration is hand carved stone inlay using precious/semi-precious stones from all over Asia.

I don't really need to say again how amazing this beautiful this building is. The pictures don't nearly do it justice. You'll just have to come and see for yourself.

Ali then took us to some places around Agra where we could get a closer look at its and the Taj's history. Translation, store owners he knows that probably give him a cut of what ever we buy.
Stop 1: The progeny of the real artisans to did all of the stone inlay by hand. Really just some people trying to pedal marble. It was impressive work.
Stop 2: A jeweler who has the same authentic precious and semi-precious stones used in the Taj Mahal. Really just some guy pedaling rocks. They were pretty though.
Stop 3: Real rugs being made by hand. The history, the process, and the finished product. Really a guy selling rugs. These guys almost got me. I managed to only leave with a business card.

A piece of advice for your visit: Either don't let your guide show you around Agra or just be ready to hear some great stories and politely decline the product. Otherwise, the magnificense of what you have just seen at the Taj will be overgrown by sales pitches from the perifery.

The drive back to Delhi was hot and long. But hey, we're in India after all. The whole road trip was fascinating to me. Everything was worth writing about, yet impossible capture in words or pictures. Ill list a few. So read each one then close your eyes and imagine it in your mind.

Monkey on a rope:
Outside our breakfast stop there was a man with a couple monkey dressed up like women, make-up and all, that he would cue to jump when people walked by. Poor monkeys...

Pass on the right:
Nope, its not just Utah drivers. Even when the flow of traffic is reversed people just don't get the fast lane. Speaking of the flow of traffic... Cows, being holy and all, get the right of way. Even on a major highway, against the flow of traffic. Seriously though...cows everywhere! Since they are holy they really do just roam the streets, neighborhoods, and anywhere else at their leisure.

Holy = right of way.

The Indian Straddle:
Previously mentioned as the driving style here, I found it very annoying on the open highway. Cars, buggy's, and semi's just chill on the line until someone comes by and honks or flashes their dipper to pass. Cultural note: Dipper = high beams or brights. The straddle is also very annoying in a traffic jam. By the time we rolled into Delhi it was rush hour. With no mind for lanes it makes maneuvering very difficult, and a little scary.

The Burqa biker:
You will see fully-saree'ed women with just an eye-slit in their burqa doin 50 on a motorcycle. It is a fascinating sight.

Just not the same:
No fast, friendly service. No fresh ingredients. And actually no beef in sight. Except what we just passed on the road (see above).

The infamous:
I've seen a lot of pictures of the musty Indian sunset. Here is last nights. You just missed it...that SUV was just straddling. They moved over to pass the little green/yellow thing (also just straddling).

Well, my friends, there you have it. My trip to the Taj was wonderful. It was eye opening in so many ways. I am really glad that I was able to get out of the hotel and office to go see what is really happening here.

Cue the blue Taj Mahal back drop...

To see all of the pictures from Matt's trip to India, visit:
http://web.mac.com/olsenmk1/Site_2/MattInIndia.html

The usual.

2008-04-02T23:15:00.000-07:00

The Taj Palace Hotel.

12 days here at the Taj, and going strong! It's kinda fun now because most the staff recognize me. Mostly because I rarely to much to combat my bed head when I go down for breakfast. They are even trying to predict what I'm going to order. I've always wanted to be the guy who could say, "the usual" and have them just know what I want... The bad news is that my appetite is so random out here I have yet to find something that I always want. However, the pasta con pollo is making a strong case! Mainly because its the only thing that smells and tastes somewhat normal, and also doesn't sound sick at midnight when I get back from work. Indian office cafateria food? No thanks.

There is a lot of hospitality here. There is always someone in a turban ready to help... The tourists love that kind a stuff. They always want a tacky pic. These two always get my car door for me. I'm not quite sure what their qualifications are. Although they rock the salute, I doubt military experience is a prereq. My guess? They just happen to be tall Indians. Little more of a presence.

This is the view from 329. Always pleasant in the mornings to see the hazy blue skies and the even bluer water. The 3rd chair left of center is my favorite spot to lounge, read, and get a Norwegian tan. This tan is a pinker version of a normal tan, that is really the most anyone blessed with my bloodline can aspire to. But I'm working on it.

329 and all its spacious glory! Real comfy bed, nice view, more furniture than my room in Provo? Not too shabby, right?

The Office

2008-04-02T22:40:00.000-07:00

Good news Office fans, April 10 is your day! Our beloved paper suppliers will now grace the airwaves with more love, laughs, and awkwardness.

On a side note, I have had 2 great days in our office in India.

Real cow in front of our real office. Noida, India.

Whatever you have heard and read about the development in India is all true. In the 45 minute drive from my hotel to the office you see everything from Government compounds to poor makeshift mud and plastic huts. When you get near my office in Noida (a suburb of Delhi), you see huge tracts of land, graded and ready to be developed. Behind where I am taking this picture there are literally thousands of acres ready to be built on. It will be rows and rows of corporate offices. So the next time you need to make changes on your cell phone plan or get tech support for your PC, just think...it's not changing anytime soon! So buy a Mac.

The Office, India
We are the white ones. Amy, Brian, Me.

These people are excellent! I have loved talking and working with them the past two days. Each of them is very bright and very considerate. Last night they invited me to come eat dinner with them in the office cafeteria (a lot of curry, but good). It was my first chance to really sit down with them and connect about their culture. They asked me what I had heard about India and what my initial impressions have been. It was the perfect open forum to check all of that against the insight and perspective of the natives. They were very gracious in explaining everything from Cricket (still wicked confusing) to the socio-economic shifts occurring in the country on the whole. The really is a country on the move. It is exciting for them and they value what they have greatly. Also, Ganesh has an SUV and likes to off-road. We'll be friends. They also thought it was cool that I had a Bajaj scooter and celebrated HOLI (festival of color).

What I'd really like to do by next Monday is create the Indian Office cast within my team here. More to come on that... Feel free to study the picture posted and submit suggestions on who should be who. I'll take that feedback into consideration and hopefully post the final casting decisions. I'll also need some script ideas.

(The power just went out in the Hotel. We're back up and running now. It happened a few times at the office yesterday too. I think they need a little more regulation on who can stick a shovel in the ground...)

Put on your dancing shoes.

2008-04-02T22:16:00.000-07:00

I got 9 straight hours of sleep last night! That's worth dancing about, but not the reason I used it as the title of this post. Flipping through the channels this morning I stopped on MTV India. Good news and bad news, its about as good as MTV in the US... Sans Lauren and her magical overly dramatic life, of course. They'll get there. The music here is really cool and the video's are hilarious. They consist of pseudo-pop/Hindi dance moves. SO sensual. They love love and sexual tension. Everything is about longing, love, and the fantasy world that only Bollywood can accurately portray. I find myself watching with a grin, always. It's super entertaining. The good news is that they actually show music more than not-music. A lot of the music stars are also Bollywood stars since so many of the movies have music video-esque scenes throughout.

This is a snapshot from the final music scene of "Jab We Met," the Bollywood movie I watched on the flight over. It stars Shahid and Kareena Kapoor, no relation, other than both being very obviously hot. (PS- Her neck doesn't normally do that. Only when Shahid's hotness catches her off guard on the second verse.)

Another very cool thing about MTV India is that they use awesome American phrases amidst the Hindi dialog and commentary. Such phrases include: "Bring the heat,"What the 'F'," and "Put on your dancing shoes." Just the little things that make me think I'm understanding what's going on... Not so much.

India Trip Status Update:
Culturally mind-expanding? Check.

A country on the rise...

2008-03-31T13:39:00.000-07:00

Not to be outdone by our Western accommodations.

Good news ladies.

Travel Log
SLC>JFK- Status quo. Thanks Delta, boring...
5 hour layover in JFK- Made some calls, ate some wraps in the Luftansa lounge. Before even getting on the plane I developed a new found love for Business class, thanks to that little lounge.
JFK>Frankfurt- Confirmed all preemtive affection for Business class. Got two hours of sleep over the Atlantic. I just couldn't get enough of the movies, music, food, and massage chair!

At Frakfurt airport. Just over my right shoulder you'll see my flight to Delhi.

Frankfurt>Delhi: The fatigue definitely set in here. Fell asleep over Greece, woke up over Afghanistan. Don't worry, they didn't give us any flack! (haha, pun intended...get it? Wah, wah...)

First Impressions
Driving:
Lanes=guidelines (at best)
Rickshaws look sweet! Need to get into one of those, soon. I'm seeing many many Bajaj scooters buzzing around. And I thought Utah drivers made me nervous! The roads are kept up decently, its just madness. You honk to pass. You turn shoot any gap you can find. A family of four or five on one moto/scooter is not uncommon.

A calm day.
Normally there is a lot more of what I affectionately call the "Indian Straddle" going on. If you have a tire on either side of the lane paint, you'll never go astray.

Interactions:
Foreigners/guests=gods (Drivers words, not mine).
Our driver was the most pleasant man ever. He assured us that guests in India are revered and respected and we will love our time here. He is absolutely right so far!
Met my Indian counterparts yesterday. All are genuine, sharp, and very kind. Many are self-proclaimed "movie buffs", they love music, driving, shopping and anything else a young American would like.

Other:
The showers are like the roads...backwards! I had a cold surprise when I moved the shower control to the left. Hot is to the right down here, or at least at the Taj Palace Hotel.
Why won't anyone here let me do something myself! Kind of kidding, but it's a little weird when you use the hotel lobby restroom and there is a little man there to do everything but zip your pants for you. He turns on the water, you wash your hands. He turns off the water and hands you a towel. You dry your hands, he opens the door for you. Its nice and all, but just not the way I live I guess... Maybe I'll get used to it after a month. Roomies...I expect fresh linens and bottled water when I return.
First thing I noticed out of the airport was a beautiful mid-90's Land Cruiser. Needless to say, it was a welcomed, and welcoming, sight.

All in all I am so glad to be here. At a first glance this deep rooted culture and way of life seems incredible. I can't wait to see and experience more!

Curry in a hurry...

2008-03-27T11:15:00.000-07:00

My trip to India is right around the corner. Everyone is asking if I'm excited, and the answer is definitely YES! If asked a more open ended question like, "How are you feeling about your trip to India?" My response is a contemplative, "Everything..."

Backing up a little bit to Thursday, Feb 14. A significant day for lovers, but for different reasons for me this year... I work for Hewitt Associates, an HR Outsourcing and Consulting firm that I interned with from Jan to June '07. That internship lead to a job as an internal HR consultant. I work with our own management, consulting with them on any people management issues. At the end of '07 a decision was made to outsource some of that internal HR consulting work to an office we have in Noida, India, just southeast of Delhi. They were on-boarded at the end of November of last year and have been working hard ever since. During their brief time at Hewitt they have learned a lot and made excellent contributions. However, they need a little more polish on some of the cross-cultural consulting skills as well as a little more training to make them less dependence on us in the US. On a team phone call on 2.14 my boss mentioned the need to send a few people from the US over to India to carry this out.

During that call I had a lot of thoughts run through my head about the progress of our new peers in India, my own progress, and how our limited resources in the US could possibly pull this off. Getting to India is a feat in and of itself, and to make it worth going you need to stay a while. In an email to my boss that afternoon I said something to the affect of this: "Just wanted to let you know that if you were asking for volunteers to go to India, my hand is raised. I know I am one of the least experienced consultants, but I am also one of the most mobile. I have no expectations that I'll be asked to go, but just wanted to off my willingness to contribute in any way needed." The next day my boss called and we talked through my email and she was appreciative of me stepping up to assist in whatever capacity needed. In the back of my mind I was thinking, "holy crap, how cool would it be if this actually works out!" Simultaneously really having no expectations of really going.

Two weeks go by and no other word. I really didn't think about it much other than acknowledging that others were probably asked and that was that. I was more than happy with the status quo. Well, later on another team call (Thurs, Feb 28) my boss says the proposal for the trip is in and we are just waiting on the head of HR to give the nod. Again, I thought if I were in the proposal I would have known about it. No disappointment, no second thoughts. After the call I get an instant message from my boss saying, "Want to talk about India?" I gave a prompt, "Yes!" She called and let me know the proposal not only had my name in it, but that it had been approved before the call. She just didn't want to tell the team before she had spoken with those of us going. So she said, "Do you want to go?" Yes. "Can you go for a month?" Sure!

One co-worker, Brian, is over there right now getting things started. On Sunday (3.30), I meet another co-worker, Amy, at JFK and we hit the friendly skies via Frankfurt to New Delhi!

Hundreds of dollars later in Visa application fees, vaccinations, and Malaria pills, I am raring to go! So, in just a months time the course of my spring, career, and international exposure is about to drastically change.

I am very excited to go. With that comes some nerves as well. In a little chat with my old boss while an intern I expressed being both excited and intimidated. His response was that as long as you go with the mindset to learn, you never have anything to be afraid of, its all in how you frame it. That was the perfect advice. There is the expectation that I train my peers well, and no expectation that I know everything. I think I thing more about the former, and that's what weighs on my mind.

This experience should be life changing. I honestly am so grateful for the trust of my boss and peers, the opportunity to learn and develop professionally, and most of all to see and experience a new and amazing place!

I'll be there before I know it!

If you like remixes...

2008-03-20T10:45:00.000-07:00

Consider this my small contribution to the recent blogging about the remix DJ's. Specifically Girl Talk and E-603, thank you Daneolicious. This AmpLive album is less about being danced to then it is about just being awesome. Case in point, Charli2na from J5 makes an appearance on Reckonerz. A welcomed treat. So, if you like Radiohead and underground hip hop, then download and enjoy.

You can Moo too!

2008-02-29T22:35:00.000-08:00

"We love to print"

That says it all folks. They really do! I can tell.

www.moo.com is a site for your clever and personal printing needs. They have greeting cards, post cards, sticker books, and mini cards. I personally just ordered the 100 mini card package.

One of my good friends turned me on to these personal little mini cards. You can upload any image as the back of the card, then whatever info you want on the front. This is perfect if you don't have real business cards yet, don't want lame business cards, and want a way to get your information out to those you meet with your "personal brand" already on it.

In a society that is still so much about who you know, this is a perfect way to keep your contact info on-hand and deliver it in a personal and creative way. For a package of 100 mini cards its 20 bucks, and you can upload 1-100 pics to be used!

And after all, they love to print... So let them!

A loyal steed...indeed.

2008-02-12T21:44:00.000-08:00

Sometime before the 80's there was a little auto manufacturer in India that started making scooters. Bajaj eventually took their production to a plant formerly owned by Vespa. This "little scooter manufacturer that could" then took on the vintage look we all know and love. This continued as the Chetak model was exported all over the world. Sometime in 2005 however, whether compulsory or intentionally, production ceased. It's ok, your tears are not the first to be shed over this tragedy... In my humble opinion it is the honorable death that it's namesake also met in the year 1576.

Below are excerpts of the tale found on the ever-reliable Wikipedia.

Cetak, or Chetak, was the horse of Rana Pratap, whom Pratap rode during the gruesome Battle of Haldighati, June 21, 1576. Chetak died in this battle and since then has been immortalized in the ballads of Rajasthan. Folklore has it that Chetak's coat had a blue tinge. That is why Rana Pratap is sometime referred as the "Rider of the Blue Horse" in ballads.

Pratap's forces were decisively outnumbered. While mounted on Chetak, Pratap made a daring attempt on the life of Imperial Mughal Commander Man Singh. When Pratap saw that the battle's tide was turning against him, he decided to settle the issue one way or the other in a spectacular and quintessentially Rajput manner. Imperial commander Man Singh was directing the battle seated on an elephant. Pratap charged frontally at the Imperial army, hacked his way through the massed ranks of enemy combatants and reached in front of Man Singh's elephant. Once there, Chetak reared high in the air and planted his hooves on the forehead of Man Singh's elephant. Pratap threw his lance at Man Singh, who had the necessary quick reflexes to duck in time. The blow fell on the mahout (elephant driver) instead, who was killed instantly. In the general melee that followed, Chetak received a fatal wound on one of his legs. This was the turning point of the battle. Mewar's bold gamble to siege the battle in its favor had failed. As Man Singh was whisked away to safety, Pratap found himself surrounded by enemy soldiers.

This was the moment of decision for Pratap, whether to seek personal glory by embracing martyrdom on the battlefield, or to live and keep the flame of resistance burning. If he lived, Mewar stood another chance. In fact every rebel anywhere in India against the Mughal empire would have a rallying figure. But with him gone, the sun would set on Indian aspirations forever. Mewar own fate would be sealed.

Maharana was loath to leave a battle in between, but was prevailed upon by his faithful followers. By some accounts one of the Jhala sardar literally snatched the Royal Insignia from Maharana's person and wore them himself, thus making him a target for the Mughal Army.

As Mughal army fell upon the Jhala sardar mistaking him for Maharana, Maharana left the battlefield with some of his loyal followers. Chetak was exhausted and seriously wounded, but labored on carrying his master. About 2 miles from the site of the battle he came across a small stream. It was here while trying to leap across the stream Chetak collapsed.

Maharana erected a small and beautiful monument for his beloved companion at the place where Chetak fell. This cenotaph still exists near the village of Jharol in in Rajsamand District. Chetak lives on in poetic traditions as the epitome of loyalty.

Now 432 years later, in honor of our fallen hero, I raise my lance high and gallop the streets of Provo with pride on my 2004 Bajaj Chetak scooter. So, in case you see a skinny pale kid with glasses trying jump a stream, or anything for that matter, take a minute to stop and help him off his collapsed steed. It's either that or give-up the resistance and let the Mewar's of our day continue to suppress and to exploit. I suggest the former...

What to look for:

I call him Chet.

bitter/sweet

2008-02-11T10:33:00.000-08:00

They say that you've arrived when you get that big first job. My questions is, arrived where? Seems to me I have gotten to a place where I can finally afford my hobbies yet don't have the time to do them! Take skiing for example... I love it, and I'm pretty sure it loves me. We have spent a lot of time together. I spent last season checking Wasatch snow reports from a stale florescently lit office in Chicago, dreaming of face-shots. Now that I'm back in the West I am still banished to the likes of a weekend warrior trying to get his piece of the pow.

Dear powers that be... Can you make it as easy to skip work as it was to skip class?

In the year 2007 I would...

2007-11-07T17:25:00.001-08:00

Intern in Chicago, Il with Hewitt Associates.

Meet Mo Rocca at Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me!

Go ice skating at Millenium Park. Chicago, Il.

Watch Oompa Loompa's dye the river green on St. Patty's Day. Chicago, Il.

See Rascal Flatts at U of I, Champaign, Il.

Visit Historic Nauvoo, IL.

Bike Lakeshore with my friend Suzy. Chicago, Il.

Walk at BYU graduation in April

Be an EFY Counselor

Go to Brazil, again...

Go to NYC for the first time

Go to Lake Powell
I love you Lake Powell

Brazil 2007

2007-10-10T09:08:00.000-07:00

Brazil 2007 was an amazing trip. Man, the difference a year makes!
http://web.mac.com/olsenmk1/iWeb/Site/KaiizenEducateBrazil.html

The kids are doing great. Some are still excelling academically, others have had some challenges. That was expected though. These kids come from tough circumstances, and not just economically. Home and family life can be tough to. We strongly believe that this is their chance to identify themselves by something other than their economic lot in life. They are now 8 kids with every educational opportunity as anyone else. At least in this way, the playing field has been leveled. As they continue to work hard they can and will have a chance at a University education.

Otherwise, the trip was just a blast! It was fun to be in person with our friends in Brazil. To see them and be with them for a week. We also got to take them to a beach house for a day and just play. It wore me out! Soccer, swimming, sand castles, etc... They have as much energy as they do brains!

After being in Maceio we traveled to Rio. It blew my mind! Contrasts at every turn. Beautiful coastline and dramatic mountains. Crashing waves and crazy city streets. The Cristus and the filth of the world. The Botanical Gardens and Maracana stadium. Million dollar homes next to the slums. Contrast...

It's official, I graduated!

2007-01-11T07:23:00.001-08:00

After an amazing journey I am now officially a Brigham Young University graduate! What an amazing ride it has been! After 2 yrs at UVSC then transferring, then another 2 yrs at BYU, I did it! I am really quite proud of myself. For a kid who performed the way I did (or didn't) in high school, the goal of graduating from BYU should have been impossible. I worked hard and played hard, and it payed off.

My education changed my life and the way I view the world. I think one of the most important things I will take from school is the knowledge that I can make a difference. I can impact people and the world around me. I hope I am always engaged in something bigger than myself.

Brazil 2006

2006-09-18T13:50:00.000-07:00

I just went to Brazil.
It rocked!

We (The Kaiizen Foundation) are sponsoring 8 incredible kids, out of their poverty situations and into the private school system in Sao Luiz do Quitunde, Alagoas, Brazil. This gives them the proper preparations for the University entrance exam. It is a very difficult exam. Our hope is that these 8 will have a chance to get out of the rut and cycle of poverty they are in, and change the course of their families.