Sunday, February 28, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Dear Coworker X:
Thursday’s insult was not the first. But I decided afterwards, that if your demeaning and patronizing words are good enough to be spoken aloud while I’m doing YOUR dishes in the kitchen, they are good enough to be posted on the internet. Immortalized, even.
As much as you think I want you to yell at me because of things like the coffee machine not being clean enough or the printer being out of paper (things that you yourself are capable to fixing when the need arises because you DO have functioning limbs and my desk is on the opposite side of the office), I find it a most rotten aspect of this job.
To put a cherry on top of all of these humiliating episodes, on Thursday you cornered me in the midst of my sudsing your sullied flatware, pinched my hip, and said, “Is it getting to you?”
“Is what getting to me?” I replied.
“The food here. I can tell you’ve put on weight. I can see your muffin tops when you sit.”
I don’t think I responded, but the shock was no doubt written all over my face. You continued to say, “You know, there’s a lot of food here, and some people just don’t have any willpower. But look at me. I only eat one piece of chocolate for dessert and I don’t feel like I’m sacrificing.”
I don’t remember saying anything other than, “Okay.”
Before you turned on your heel and left, you did say, “Just thought you ought to know.”
Ooooh. There are many things that you ought to know yourself, Coworker X. After all of the demoralizing things you’ve said to me, and the fact I’ve never ever done anything in retaliation except smile back at you and say, “Sure, thanks for letting me know,” I find it so stymieing that you find it necessary to twist the knife.
Twist and shout indeed.
I have a friend for you to hang out with. I call him/her the Cretin. He/she steals purses and Bibles. I’m sure HE/SHE could benefit from the things you have to say. And they way you choose to say them.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Oh wait, no no no. I meant "Heidi," you know, the Shirley Temple movie.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
I love music, what can I say? I feel compelled, regularly, to pick up a guitar or sit at some keys and let it all out. And for the last 10 years or so, that's lead to a regular compulsion to also record.
I've done four albums in the past.
The first was my introduction (trial by fire, crash, and burn) to recording methods. Good luck finding it :)
After that, I decided to do some homework and read my brother Mac's textbook from his college music recording class, cover to cover. It helped a little.
(Couldn't Remember the Title, but Imagine a Photo Here)
Next came a collaborative effort.
I was in a band in high school called Coto with my brother Dan, my cousin/best friend Joe, and other close friends Troy Lea, Mike Slater, and Aaron Van Wagoner. Bad Rock = Good Times.
Then I did another by myself.
And then another.
You can find a couple of the songs off these here.
Then I made a compilation / Best Of (not included in my count). It's choose your own cover (a la choose your own adventure):
Then I took a songwriting class at BYU. It was fun.
But all this time, I had been hoping to grow up one day and make a real album of real music, like
So, I set myself to it, and at long last (5 years since my last original release), I present:
Yes, my recording artist alter-ego is "harry j reynolds". Deal with it.
You can, if you like, listen to samples, or buy it, here.
Blessings forever be upon my wife for putting up with endless hours of