Great honk, Conrad! What a summer it's been!
I started June living in Las Vegas, not a care in the world except the fact that at some point it would be so hot we'd be filling our pool with oil and frying fish sticks in there. Even went up to Seattle to usher in summer with the first sunny weekend they'd had since 1974. I'm helpful that way.
Reached my birthday mid-June (I'm sure a lot of your presents were just lost in the mail, or, you know, backordered) with an official memo inviting us to dig through 10 very productive years of hoarding, uproot our lives, and move to Utah.
Spent most of July hollering to myself, "Really? Did you honestly think you'd need 473 photocopies of 'Jeremiah Was a Bullfrog,' arranged for full orchestra and miscellaneous amphibians?"
Bought a house at the end of July.
Packed up everything minus the bullfrogs and trekked north to Salt Lake mid-August, where, again, my radiant personality encouraged Mother Nature to send temperatures into the high-90s, causing Utah Whiney McWhiner Heads to whine, "It's so hoooooooot," allowing us to sneer mercilessly at them.
Got Jake into school. Launched Vanessa. Rolled with the fact that someone at BYU-Hawaii needs new batteries in their abacus, since they over-enrolled more than 100 students and ran out of housing, which meant Cori would be at home one more semester before leaving for school in January.
Got applauded in my new ward when I said the words, "OK, I'm done talking now." So, you know, I've already made my mark there.
Travelled to North Carolina to speak to people who actually WANTED to hear me talk, so of course they're my new favorite humans.
Came home, had breakfast with my dear friend Carol Rice...
...and jumped into a really wonderful project.
Which I want to tell you about in as few words as possible.
You know I'm all about story. Love telling stories. Love writing stories. Love listening to stories unless they are about something you dreamed or you're describing a movie plot or I'm just really not interested.
But those are the only exceptions. I swear. But you should know, I feel really strongly about the dream one.
Anyway, there is this fabulous blogging / storytelling / personal and family history / writing kind of conference happening March 8-10, 2012 in Salt Lake City. It's called The Power of Story @ Home, and it's sponsored by Cherish Bound, Family Search, and the Casual Bloggers Community. This is a link to their website.
Interested in learning more great stuff about blogging? Last year's wildly successful Casual Bloggers' Conference is essentially being duplicated in the Blogging Track of this conference.
Want to learn more about oral history, traditional storytelling, and getting your own stories put someplace permanent? You'll find everything you need on the Storytelling Track, chaired by Cherish Bound.
Into tracing your genealogy, writing your own history or the story of your family? Family Search has got you covered. Considering that the second most popular use of the Internet is doing genealogy, this is a rare treat.
(I think the number one reason people go online is to read my blog. I'm pretty sure I saw that somewhere. Perhaps it was here, on my blog.)
As if that weren't enough, we now come to the G*nzu Knives, "But wait, there's more!" portion of the blog post.
- G*nzu Knife Number One: The tickets are just $79. That's right. Seventy. Nine. Dollars. My annual Diet Coke budget is, like, three times that.
- G*nzu Knife Number Two: The goal of the Story @ Home team is to take this show on the road. So if this all sounds awesome to you, but you live in, for instance, North Carolina -- where my favorite humans reside -- fear not! Just let us know you'd like the conference to come to your area, and we'll do everything we can to make it happen.
Jeff Parkin, of BYU's Film Department, said at a recent conference that the four most magical words are, "Once Upon a Time." He went on to say that we are drawn to stories, that we lean into them, craving the next word, the next idea.
I agree with him wholeheartedly. And there is nothing I would love more than to meet you all around Bill Moyer's metaphorical fire next March, leaning close and hanging on your every word.
In fact, for that one transcendent weekend, I'll even let you share with me your dreams.
After all, I've got a few of my own I'd like to tell you about.