About this time two years ago I was driving to the Portland, Oregon Temple of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Days Saints to marry the love of my life when she called me on my cell phone.
“We can’t do this,” she said to me (or something to that effect). I had only a moment for the shock and disbelief that she might be backing out to register before she clarified that her father (who was driving to Portland from La Grande) was stuck about two hours from Portland because his truck had broken down.
Fortunately an LDS wedding is a relatively small and simple affair, so we moved the time later in the day without much difficulty. We had scheduled the wedding and the reception several hours apart and the new wedding time fit nicely into the new schedule. We even still had time for our family luncheon between the two — of course, Melissa spent most of the luncheon time on a couch trying to sleep off the flu she had caught that morning, an illness that would last throughout the week of our honeymoon.
It seems that many of the best things in our lives have started with little disasters. Melissa and I had our first real conversation talking about all how depressed I was over some bad personal and family situations. On our first date we missed hearing one of Melissa’s favorite Jazz singers because that night the restaurant she was singing in (which didn’t normally take reservations) was completely reserved. I spent too much for not-so-great food at Greek Cuisina* and we saw the catastrophe that was Ghost Rider.
Who would have thought that failing so miserably would actually bring us closer together? Both Melissa and I later admitted that we went home from that date feeling really good about the night — and of course we later began dating and got married about a year after that first date.
The little disasters continue, but always seem to end in something better than if we were blessed with smooth sailing. I lost my job a year ago this month, but now I own my own business. Labor was a multi-day ordeal for Melissa, but now our son Isaac is 4 months old and almost crawling. Decisions we had to make during that labor started us on an early path of putting his needs above our own, and I am convinced that we treasure him more because of it.
So here’s to the little disasters — they got me where I am today: celebrating a second year with my beautiful bride, happier than I have ever been.
*This is not to say that Greek Cuisina didn’t have good food, just that what we ordered was not.
I’m a little late joining this conversation, but here is the bottom line (for me, anyway):
I was laid off in February of 2009, and my friend Scott was laid off in April that same year. Unable to find new jobs, we started a new business designing websites. We made a grand total of $1,050 for the entire year — about $300 after expenses. As an LLC, our minimum tax on that $300 that we have to split will be $150.1
I was denied my unemployment, my savings are dwindling and I have a brand new baby in the house. I don’t need this problem too. Vote no on Measure 67.
Update: Scott tells me that we did not collect that $1,050 until after the the beginning of the new year, so those revenues will be taxed in 2010. That makes our income for 2009 about -$700, and we will still have to pay $150 in taxes simply for being an LLC.
1. “2009 Corporate Tax Law Changes.” Business Taxes Home Page. Oregon Department of Revenue. 14 Dec 2009. Web. 15 Jan 2010. <http://www.oregon.gov/DOR/BUS/corp_tax_changes_2009.shtml>
My vague understanding of the Japanese literary concept “mono no aware” is that knowing something is temporary makes it more beautiful, more poignant. A flower’s beauty is more powerful knowing that it will wither away and vanish, and that knowledge tinges its beauty with a bit of sadness.
I think that no one may understand mono no aware better than a parent. I cherish every moment with my beautiful baby boy, but I cherish them even more knowing that those moments are fleeting and that I am watching your “babyhood” slip away and disappear. While you will always be my son, you will not always be my little baby boy. I will have new joys and new adventures with you throughout our lives, but this time will never come again. Knowing that is what makes it so beautiful and precious.
This morning I was finally able to fit this into my busy schedule:
Made on a budget of only £3,000 (about $4,500 as I am writing this), The Hunt for Gollum shows that you don’t need government subsidies, production company backing or even aggressive merchandise licensing in order to produce a successful film. It also shows that fan films do not have to feature poor acting and even poorer cinematography as their most redeeming features.
I’m particularly impressed with how the fight scenes were handled. The average person tends to hold back a little when staging a fight in order to be sure not to actually hit their partner. Not only did the crew in The Hunt for Gollum put forth an active effort to overcome this shortfall, but any actual punch-pulling was cleverly discussed through creative camera cuts and occasional slow-motion.
The casting is decent, although Adrian Webster doesn’t have the strong features I think the lost King of Gondor should, nor does Rita Ramnani have the angular ethereal beauty that one would expect for Arwen. Gandalf looks spot on, and Patrick O’Connor does his best to imitate Ian McKellen.
I only have two real, though minor gripes: 1) Gollum doesn’t thrash nearly wildly enough when captured, and 2) some of the night scenes (particularly during the last ten minutes) are too dark — you may want to turn the lights out and the screen brightness up when watching.
Now upon the first day of the week, very early in the morning, they came unto the sepulchre, bringing the spices which they had prepared, and certain others with them. And they found the stone rolled away from the sepulchre.
And they entered in, and found not the body of the Lord Jesus. And it came to pass, as they were much perplexed thereabout, behold, two men stood by them in shining garments:
And as they were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth, they said unto them, Why seek ye the living among dead?
He is not here, but is risen: remember how he spake unto you when he was yet in Galilee.