Conclusion

I have a friend that would constantly be bombarded with compliments such as, "Hey! You look so cute today!" or "Oh my... you are so smart!" and "You are way too talented for your own good," as well as, "You are one of the funniest people I have ever met!" Being the humble lass that she was, she'd smile and sincerely reply, "Oh, I'm just following your example." Such a response has always stuck with me. It really got me thinking that we are products of what and who we surround ourselves with. We learn from others, and follow those inspiring examples who have set the path before us, because their life is also a product for how they've been trying to live.

Hence the name of this blog, I tried to focus my design around this theme, as well as write most of my posts on either specific people as examples, examples of character traits, examples of lessons learned in life, or examples of what was learned in my Writing and Rhetoric class. Knowing that my class was going to be reading this blog, I had them in mind as my audience, as well as a few family members that I knew checked up on the blog every once in awhile. Also, this blog was a good reflection for me to think of the many great examples in my life that I've been surrounded by, as well as productively apply real-life examples to what I was learning in class.

Generally speaking, however, when posting or uploading anything to the world wide web, you can never be quite sure who will stumble upon what you've shared. Years from now, this blog could show up on a Google search result, and someone could start reading and be affected by what I have written. By keeping this broader audience in mind, it really made me carefully choose my words and to express myself in a way that would not be exclusive, but inviting. Whether by the persuasiveness of my words, or the effect of the examples I have written about, I hope this blog has broadened the sense of awareness of all the examples present around us.

 

Finally, in a world full of confusion and competing examples to follow, another purpose I had with this blog was to incorporate the Gospel and example of Jesus Christ—the ultimate example to follow. With all that is virtuous, lovely, of good report, or praiseworthy, I hope that we can follow those who carry these Christ-like attributes, as well as apply them to ourselves. Ultimately, after all is said and done in this life I hope when Christ greets us and says, "Well done thou good and faithful servant" we can look Him in the eye and say, "I was just following your example." :)

Final Paper Draft

Research, Writing, and Rhetoric:  Discovering the Plain and Precious

            Throughout this semester learning about writing and rhetoric, I came to understand a great deal about the writing process, and how the power of words is an influential keystone in our ability to persuade. Furthermore, learning and experiencing the research process brought to light the importance of picking and choosing the right material to also increase one’s capacity to influence. All through this process, I related to the prophet Ether when he expressed the trial of writing “because of the awkwardness of our hands… when we write we behold our weakness, and stumble because of the placing of our words.” (Ether 12:24-25). Nevertheless through much prayer and preparation for the initially seeming impossible task of writing an eight to ten page research paper, I found that my thoughts and words were guided to find that material which was “plain and pure, and most precious and easy to the understanding of men.” (1 Nephi 14:23). With this example, every aspect of the Book of Mormon is designed to persuade all men to come unto Christ. Likewise, so must our papers be designed to portray only “the most plain and precious” parts of our argument, and easily persuade others to our point with credible information, facts, and evaluation.
            Beginning the process for writing the research paper, I was originally overwhelmed by my teacher’s request to write an annotated bibliography for each possible source I might use in my paper. Reading and skimming through about twenty or more articles, I felt frazzled at the abundance of information on my subject. I was having trouble organizing my thoughts, but then asked myself the questions: What articles would be best at reinforcing the point I’m trying to make? And which sources are most credible? After a lengthy process of evaluating each article and writing down the main points for the bibliography, I was left with eight sources to cite in my paper. When the time came to actually write the paper, I was pleasantly surprised to find that most of my paper had been practically written because of the annotated bibliography. As a result, because I’d already taken the time to evaluate each source and write down its importance, all I had to do was analyze it’s relevance to my topic and add my own commentary. All in all, from this experience I learned that it takes time and effort to uncover the most plain and precious parts for the argument of a research paper.
            In conjunction with discovering these plain and precious parts, I also discovered through the writing process of the research paper that I have control over the information I would like to convey to my audience. From a biased perspective, I had the power to present the facts in such a manner that would offer my argument the most credibility. Nevertheless, I learned that part of the process was presenting the cons, as well as the pros of the argument. Accordingly, by presenting both sides of the issue and proving that the pros outweighed the cons, such benefits would only offer my argument more reliability.
            With this in mind, I also made the connection of why the Book of Mormon contains so much credibility. Being retranslated and studied over periods of thousands of years, the Bible has lots of room for error and misinterpretation. As such, it does not possess the fullness of truth. Nevertheless, as the Lord revealed to Nephi in 2 Nephi 29: 8, “Know ye not that the testimony of two nations is a witness unto you that I am God, that I remember one nation like unto the other? Wherefore, I speak the same words unto one nation like unto another. And when the two nations shall run together the testimony of the two nations shall run together also.” With the Joseph Smith Translation of the Bible and the Book of Mormon as an additional testament of Jesus Christ, both works go hand in hand to confirm the truth and ensure the other’s credibility. Altogether, through the research process I discovered that one must analyze all sides of the argument to further ensure why it’s the most plain and precious above the rest.
            In conclusion, through understanding the persuasive fundamentals of writing and rhetoric, such skills proved to be very useful throughout the research process. Furthermore, by taking the time and energy to sift through the vast quantities of information on my subject, both pros and cons, I was able to find those sources that offered my argument greater influence. In conjunction, the wise guidance of my teacher to record an annotated bibliography also proved to be very useful in further uncovering the in-depth treasures of the credible articles I’d already selected, and will continue to be part of the research process in the future. Altogether, by learning and applying these skills to the writing and research and process, I was able to overcome “the awkwardness of [my] hand,” and reap the benefits of uncovering the most plain, precious, and effective skills in the journey of writing a research paper.

Personal Narrative

The Courage to Share

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             “Two and half weeks?! Liza, it’s last summer we’re going to have to hang out before you go to college next summer!”
            “I know! That’s exactly what I tried to tell my dad! But he’s forcing our whole family to go to Nauvoo and do a pageant thing down there. Trust me, I’ve tried compromising and doing everything to get out of this.”
            “Ah man… it just won’t be the same without you in St. George. Or Lake Powell. Or Lagoon. Or the canyon cookouts. Or Ben’s birthday party… there’s just way too much going on that you shouldn’t have to miss!”
            I sighed, trying to hold back the tears and frustration. “Seriously…”
            “What even is this pageant? And what are you going to do down there besides that? Are there any amusement parks? Or malls to go shopping at?”
            “It’s like a musical play reenacting the Mormon pioneers time in Nauvoo and the series of events that led them to their trek West. And there’s nothing else I can think of to do there… As far as I know, everyone just hangs out and wears hot and sweaty bonnets, long and heavy floor-length dresses, pantaloons, thick boots and socks…”
            “Sounds like modest really is hottest,” my friend said trying to lighten the mood. “I’m so sorry Liza…”
            “Thanks, Emily. Hopefully it’ll be okay. Though don’t be surprised if you get a call from me at least three times a day.”
            The trip was off to a glorious start by squeezing seven bodies into a cramped motor home. Driving by millions of cornfields, cows, Nebraska thunderstorms, ghetto gas stations, and open plains… I was jolted awake when the car stopped. I was asleep most of the trip, and had been drowning out the noise by listening to my iPod. But here we were in Nauvoo. The car door opened and the humidity hit me like a ton of bricks. I never knew it was possible to go from cool and relaxed, to sweltering hot and suffering in less than five seconds. The owners of the RV Park welcomed us and said that we were lucky to arrive on such a “cool” evening. If this was nice weather, how in the world was I suppose to endure the average heat, and wear layers of long-sleeved pioneer clothes in the pageant? I went back in the car, blasted the air conditioning, and closed my eyes praying the next two weeks would fly by.
            “Everybody from the Green cast gather round!” said the director. “The Yellow cast from the week before is now going to perform and teach you guys the ‘Welcome Dance’ in the opening scene of the pageant!”
            Right off the bat I knew that this experience was going to take me out of my comfort zone real fast. My sister and I kept looking at each other and laughing as we watched them with total skepticism thinking, There is NO WAY we’re going to be doing that next week!
            The director plunged us right into dance rehearsals, however, and “lucky for me”, I got paired up with my dad who has two left feet. I struggled my way through an hour of rehearsal before my feet we’re throbbing from being stepped on. Limping from the pain, I took my shoe off finding a bloody, black and blue big toe. The cast first-aid attendant came over to take a look at my battered appendage, and diagnosed me with an ingrown toenail. Really? I frustratingly thought to myself, Could this trip get any worse?! So, off we went to find a podiatrist. The closest one was a half an hour away, and I almost considered ripping out the toenail myself as we approached an ominous white shack with the paint chipping off. We walked inside to a very small doctors office with old tattered brown carpet, and the nurse directed me to sit in a gray cushioned stone that was apparently the patient’s chair. I felt like I was in a horror movie as the lights started to flicker, but the doctor came in and quickly did the job with medicine and instruments that seemed more appropriate for use in a hospital fifty years ago, but I didn’t question his motives as I sat anxiously waiting for the pain to pass. Throughout the week, further calamities began to set it.
            “AHHHHHHHHHH!!! My body is on fiiiirrreeee!!!!!” was all I could say when Emily answered the phone.
            “Liza! Are you okay?!”
            “This trip is crazy, Emily! Things just couldn’t get any worse. I’ve tried bug spray, ointment, thick socks, long sleeves, lotion, powder, herbal treatments, medicine… but nothing will save my skin from being eaten alive!”
            “Yikes! Is it just mosquitos?”
            “Mosquitos and these puny bugs that live in the grass called chiggers. My bites are starting to become known as “chiquito” wounds. Ahhhh, I just wanna come home…”
            “I’m sorry, Liza… And it’s only been three days! I would totally come rescue you if I could. Who knows, it could get better? Have you met anyone else our age there?”
            “Well, I haven’t exactly been the most social butterfly…”
            “I’d say give it a little more time… Life is full of surprises, and I’m sure Nauvoo can’t be all that bad.”
            The week before we performed in the pageant, our cast was supposed to put on a “Frontier Country Fair” every evening of the week. Complete with pioneer games, food, music, dancing, and activities, we were assigned to specific areas to volunteer at. The main purpose of this event and the pageant, however, was to go out into the crowd of visitors, associate with them, and then interrogate if they knew anyone they could fill out a referral card for the missionaries to contact. I was assigned to work at the rag-tying booth, but I went and picked up three referral cards before my post started. Determined to have a more positive attitude, I thought to myself, C’mon, you can do at least three tonight. But then the moment of truth came.
            “Hi! Can you teach me how to rag-tie?” said a nice blonde woman that looked about in her mid-twenties.
            “Sure! Grab three rag pieces from the bucket over there, and I’ll show you.” I said.
            Soon enough, the conversation drifted from the rag-tying instructions to where we lived, jobs, family, stories, what brought us each here to Nauvoo… Ask her about filling out a referral card the thought kept nagging in the back of my mind. I took a deep breath and said, “So, I was wondering…”
            The woman looked up from her rag-tying with a curious expression and quizzically answered, “Yes?”
            Something held my tongue. The temperature started rising. It was already a sweltering evening in my pioneer clothes, but the buckets of sweat seemed to be coming from some internal anxious terror. I sheepishly looked at the woman and hurriedly said, “Excuse me, I gotta go check something.”
            Walking quickly away and not looking back, I swiftly went off to a quiet grassy, open area at the back of the fair. My thoughts were spinning and I was frustrated with myself. I know the Church is true and that it is the greatest blessing and happiest part of my life… So why am I so scared to share it with others? I asked myself. Feeling defeated, I sat and thought some more before returning back to my post. I couldn’t help but think I passed up the opportunity to make a difference in someone’s life all because I let my fear get the best of my faith. The next few nights I was determined to be courageous and speak up. Nevertheless, the lesson was not easily learned; I continued to be silent and the referral cards sat at the bottom of my apron pocket.
            At the point of disappointment and despair, l reverted from my attempted positive attitude back to being a social recluse. I ceased being very open people, but on the last day or two of rehearsal someone opened up to me.
            “Hey! Liza, right? I’m Sarah Lewis. I missed the dance rehearsal yesterday. Do you think you could teach it to me?”
            Stumbling over our feet while laughing over the cheesy choreography—Sarah and I became instant friends. Through the last couple of rehearsals, we seemed to be intuitively drawn to each other in a crowd, and sat by each other during breaks. From our conservation I found out that she was two years younger than me, but that her brother Brian was my age. Brian began joining our conversations and soon enough we became a threesome. It was unreal. There were so many coincidences between our families and us. Before long, both of our families were spending time together and I was getting to know not only Lewis family better, but also my own.

Me, Brian, and Sarah

                Throughout the next week, they would get me out of the dark, antisocial hole of my motor home to go get ice cream, experience sight seeing, and do baptisms at the Nauvoo temple. This dynamic duo of a brother and sister were so positive, and so kind in reaching out not only to me, but everyone around us. However, on the last week when we went to go out into the crowd and ask for referrals, I was surprised by their answers in our conversation.
            “So, how many referrals did you guys get last week?” I asked.
            “Um… that’s not entirely relevant…” Brian said as he laughed with an embarrassed smirk.
            “What do you mean? I bet you guys probably got at least 20! Seriously you two are the friendliest people I know!”
            Brian and Sarah both smiled, but then looked at me and returned the question by asking, “Well how many referrals did you get, Liza?”
            I began to laugh too as I mimicked Brian’s response and said, “Um… well that’s not entirely relevant either…”
            “Were you scared? Cause we sure were!” Sarah laughed.
            “Exactly!” I eagerly agreed. “I don’t know what it was though! I know the Gospel is true, and I was so set on sharing my testimony with others, or asking people if they knew anyone they could fill out a referral card for, but I was having the hardest time just mustering up the courage to even speak. I don’t know if it was the fear of being rejected, or offending someone, but something was holding me back.”
            “Liza! Why didn’t we meet sooner last week?!” Brian exclaimed. “Sheesh, Sarah and I had the same problem. But I’ve done a lot of thinking, and have realized that no one is an exception to the Gospel of Jesus Christ. No one can truly experience a fullness of joy without the knowledge this Church offers, and because we have this knowledge it is our duty and responsibility to share it. If they reject our offer, so be it. If they walk away offended, not our problem. At least we tried, eh? I vote we all go out together tonight and invite as many people as we can to fill out a referral card!”
            With a new sense of courage and conviction I smiled and nodded my head in approval. As we approached perfect strangers the fear was not totally gone, but began to dissipate with the combined support and faith of my friends. This must be one of the reasons why missionaries have companions, I thought and smiled to myself.
            By the end of the night, twelve referral cards were filled out. I was beaming at the thought those twelve individuals had the potential to discover a life of eternal joy. I hoped they would all accept the message of the Gospel. The number wasn’t large in comparison to some of the other cast members efforts, but it was complete satisfaction for Brian, Sarah, and me. After the experience, however, I knew that there was at least one referral left to go and only I could offer the invitation. As I walked back to the RV Park and pondered how I would propose this invitation, my phone began to ring.
            “Hey Liza! How have things been since we last talked?” Emily’s chipper voice said from the other line.
            “Really good actually! I have lots of things to tell you when I get back.”
            “You sound happy Liza! I’m glad things have begun to look up. I’m excited to hear about everything when you get home.”
            “I’m excited too,” I responded. But then the moment of truth came. Inhaling a deep breath and slowly exhaling, I braced myself and said, “Emily?”
            “Yes, Liza?” she replied slightly confused.
            “Um… would you want to come to church with me on Sunday when I get home?"

Emily and me on her baptism day

Example of Parody

When we discussed parodies in class the other day, immediately Weird Al came to mind. If you don't already know who he is, he's a guy who bases all his music off of other songs that have been written, and just changes the lyrics in a very humorous way. One of my favorite parodies that he does is off of the song "American Pie," but he changes the title to "The Saga Begins" following after the theme of Star Wars. You kind of have to know the Star Wars background to get all the clever and comical references, but even if not he still puts on a good show. :)

What are some of your favorite parodies (i.e. music, books, articles, movies, SNL skits...)?

The Power of Music

What is it about music? Inspiration, power, motivation, tears, empathy, happiness, joy, anger, comfort, and a countless list of other emotions all come from the sweet sounds of instruments, voices, lyrics or a combination of all three. It has been said that, “Through music, man’s ability to express himself extends beyond the limits of the spoken language in both subtlety and power. Music can be used to both exalt and inspire or to carry messages of degradation and destruction” (Priesthood Bulletin, August 1973, page 3).

Part of me is having a lot of trouble writing this post, because it's difficult to express the power of music and my feelings of its influence. There are so many songs that have put my thoughts into words, and have been a refuge in times of need.

I don't think movies or television would be the same without music either. The movie Jaws would cease to be so scary without the "duuu... du. duuu... du. du du du du dududududu." (I hope you all know what I was referring to). Furthermore, romantic scenes in the rain would lack its passion without the sweet sound of strings playing in the background, and Indiana Jones would not be Indiana Jones without his theme song music...

Nevertheless, despite we may not have such a perfectly scripted movie score to our lives, I've often found that certain songs will impeccably describe our feelings of a moment, and the soundtrack of our lives will be continually changing, supporting, uplifting, and empathizing with every instant.

I have waaaaay too many favorite songs, but one of my go-to songs when I like to just sit and think is "Shine" by William Joseph. The simple, but powerful chords and melody of the piano uplift me with peace and conviction.

What are some of your favorite songs?

Ethos: Fear and Faith

Recently, I've been having difficulty deciding what to major in. My original plan was to just get some generals done my first year, and hope something would spark interest along the way. However, in the back of my mind I think I always knew what I wanted to do. I love composing music and with that, I thought of the possibility of majoring in the Media Music program (i.e. composing music for the radio, television, albums, movies). I kept pushing it aside though thinking that it probably wasn't a realistic option, I wasn't talented enough, I wouldn't be able to find a job, it was too competitive, I didn't want my passion to become a chore... etc... etc... the list of excuses went on and on. To my pleasant surprise, however, a few weeks ago in Relief Society a lesson was given on developing talents. When the teacher asked the question to the class about how we can develop our talents, I was so impressed with one of the girl's answers. She said,

"Sometimes we're blessed talents, and we're presented with opportunities to develop them, but we turn away thinking we're not adequate enough. I think the biggest way to help develop talents is to stop taking counsel from our fears. Once we overcome the fear of failing, a world of capabilities will open to us that we never knew we could possess."

Talk about an answer to prayers. I went home, rearranged my schedule, and signed up for some music classes as a prerequisite to the Media Music major. It's definitely going to be a leap of faith experiencing if this is the path I'm suppose to go, but for now it feels right. As a final thought from the April 2009 General Conference, Kevin W. Pearson gave the counsel that "Faith and fear cannot coexist. One gives way to the other. The simple fact is we all need to constantly build faith and overcome sources of destructive disbelief." If you ask me, I'd rather be fearless than faithless. 

The Power of Laughter

For me, one of the most persuasive aspects of a person is their ability to make me laugh. As an authority figure, my mother's ability to make me laugh increased the success of her efforts in getting me to get me to do things, inclined me to spend time with her, as well as seek her lighthearted motherly advice. Although many times her humor may have been unintentional, or maybe even perceived as eccentric, I look back with fond memories on all the times my mother brought laughter into my life. Here are a couple of the innumerable humorous stories. I hope they bring a smile to your face as much as they do to mine. :)

As a teenager and throughout her adult life, my mother dealt with health issues that caused her to eat what most may have perceived as a strange diet. My grandparents learned to accept her odd eating habits, and would not question her actions that seemed out of the ordinary. When my mom was in high school, she took advantage of her parents trust and would turn on the blender at night. Thinking she was just making a usual late night concoction, my grandparents didn't think twice about the reoccurring, random blender noises coming from the kitchen multiple times a week. If only they knew she was actually turning on the blender to cover up the sound of the garage door opening so she could sneak out with the car! :)

In 9th grade I wanted to get my schedule changed to a biology class that was difficult to get into. While I was in school, my mom went into the counselor's office to talk about the schedule change. That week she had been experiencing a cold that made her eyes water, and began to profusely tear up as she spoke. The counselor immediately changed my schedule to aid a woman who seemed to be on the verge of hysterics. My mom felt quite embarrassed after the episode, but we both learned the secret to a desired schedule change. :)

You know those ladies who sing the hymns as loud as they can in church and you can pick out their voices in the congregation? Ya, my mom was one of those choice individuals. My siblings and I would take turns sacrificing our eardrums each Sunday when we sat next to her. :)

When I asked my mom why she just named me 'Eliza' instead of 'Elizabeth' she said, "Elizabettthhhhh Smittthhhhh... now that would have been too 'thuthy.'" :)

(Background: I only have one married sibling, and three other older siblings that are at an eligible age, and are all highly encouraged to also be married). When we were driving to a family Christmas party, my mom had been feeling sick earlier that day and squirmed in the passenger seat experiencing pain in her stomach. Nevertheless, turning the discomfort into jest she said, "Ah! This is how my stomach felt when I was pregnant! Maybe I have to bring all the grandchildren into this world too, because none of my children are getting married!" :)

My mom was such a great example in teaching me how the power of laughter is such a positive tool. The chuckles of influence provide understanding, growth, joy, and leave sunshine of happy memories in the melancholy bouts of life. Whether by laughing, or making someone else laugh, a difference has been made.

Right Person. Right Place. Right Time.

Many years ago I got the following poem in an email. This has always stuck with me in explaining that certain people are sent into our life at certain moments, and we are sent in theirs. As an example of kairos, I believe that the timing of when these select individuals enter our lives is essential to our growth. Though some may leave our lives sooner than hoped, I also believe the timing of their exit is just as critical as the time spent together. Whether for a Reason, Season, or Lifetime I hope all who read this poem will gain a sense of appreciation for all the lessons learned from others in life, the relationships that have brought about progression, and the impeccable timing that ensured these lessons were learned most effectively.

Reason, Season, Lifetime

People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.
When you figure out which one it is,
you will know what to do for each person.
When someone is in your life for a REASON,
it is usually to meet a need you have expressed.
They have come to assist you through a difficulty;
to provide you with guidance and support;
to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually.
They may seem like a godsend, and they are.
They are there for the reason you need them to be.
Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time,
this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.
Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away.
Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.
What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done.
The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.

Some people come into your life for a SEASON,
because your turn has come to share, grow or learn.
They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.
They may teach you something you have never done.
They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.
Believe it. It is real. But only for a season.

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons;
things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.
Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person,
and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.

Rhetorical Analysis

Writing a rhetorical analysis from King Benjamin's speech was definitely an interesting experience for me. First off, I've never really applied literary devices to the scriptures before, so it was a new adventure to critique and analyze the use of King Benjamin's syntax, imagery, and word choice. As I read the speech with the mindset of looking for devices that emphasized ethos, pathos, and logos, my annotations filled up the page and I had to restrain myself from highliting just about everything. There was so much good material to use. Nevertheless, with so much good material, there was a lot of information to cut down and organize. That was probably the most difficult thing of the whole process to organize my thoughts.

I also found that sometimes the points you find most engaging don't always have the most material to write about, so it's a matter of picking and choosing which points carry the best of both worlds--a point and a good argument. After finalizing the details of the organizational process, the rest of the paper was much easier to write. Don't get me wrong, there was definitely quite a few prayers for inspiration, but it all worked out in the end.

I also went into this paper with the mindset that I was just going to sit down for hours to think and write for the whole day, but realistically I should've known that my attention span can't last that long for hours at a time. When I went to take a break, however, it proved to be quite helpful as I'd go and play the piano, then come back to write and suddenly words and ideas would come to mind. It was very interesting to me that I had been suffering from severe writer's block, and then a half hour of piano playing could formulate paragraphs and bursts of enlightenment.

Altogether, the experience proved to me a lesson of learning "to not run faster than I have strength," as well as a beneficial writing and analytical experience. It only reinforced to me of how influential the scriptures really are. Every word was divinely chosen and inspired to evoke ethos, logos, and pathos within in the reader to come unto Jesus Christ. No wonder it is the most correct of any book on earth.

Mirroring the Media

My research topic is on how the media affects body image and self perception. With more sources than ever before, the media has countless ways to present the ideal body type and character it influences society to follow. However, this effect on society can often have negative consequences. Multiple studies have shown that the more women are exposed to thin models and celebrities in the media, the more likely they are liable to have body dissatisfaction. In conjunction, the same goes for men who are often exposed to the ideal male stereotype with a V-shaped muscle structure, narrow waist, well-developed chest, shoulders, arms, and six pack. Products and programs are sold to seem make attaining this ideal body type an easy task; however, this body portrayed by the media often takes years of exercise, dieting, and maybe even supplemental use. For fast results, men and women also may develop eating disorders, or exercise addictions causing physical consequences to quickly obtain this ideal body shape.

In the media music industry, studies have also shown that people pick up personality traits according to the music genre they listen to. For example, those who listen to violent songs, have found to be more aggressive in thoughts and behavior. The same goes for music that portrays songs about sex and immorality, inspiring thoughts that could lead the listener to promiscuous activity. Prolonged exposure to these types of music and media, may soon develop into normal acceptance of this type of behavior.

Furthermore, with the modern use of internet, users have greater control to search for what they are interested in, or could be influenced by. For example, a study on adolescent girls and social networking showed that those who spend more time on social networking sites, had a higher drive for thinness and were not satisfied with their weight. Such sites potentially put pressure on its users to to portray attractive pictures of them, and allow for appearance comparison. Usually users of these social networking sites will generally only post pictures that show them looking good, doing something cool, and even these can be photo-shopped or digitally modified. Overall, the media has a profound effect in shaping society's perception of the individual.

Are you mirroring the media?

The Atonement

So, here's another guilty pleasure. I'm a big fan of reading LDS romance novels. Despite the extreme cheesiness that these classics sometimes contain, I really like the spiritual aspect intertwined with the stories. A few years ago, a passage from a novel called "When the Bough Breaks" really put things into an enlightened frame of mind for me. In the story, the character Rachel is talking to her step-brother Dallin about how to deal with her dad's death and he says,

"You know, Rachel, no one in the world has gone through what you have. Sure, you're not the only person who's lost a parent, but no one experienced the exact circumstances of your dad's death exactly as you did. Not even your brothers. Everything about you and your relationship with your dad makes your situation unique. That's why Christ is the only one who can help you get through this or any of your trials. He experienced the exact trials and the exact pain you're going through when He was in Gethsemane, in the exact way you're experiencing it and going through it every day. You don't have to explain why and how you hurt to Him. He already knows. That's why He's the one who knows how to heal and comfort you, if you'll go to Him for help. Sometimes He sends that comfort and help through other people, and sometimes it comes in pretty unexpected and unique ways. that's why it's important not to push people away who want to help. And that's why understanding and using Christ's atonement can help so much."

This really put things into perspective for me about Christ's atonement. I'd always heard it said a million times that "Christ knows exactly what you're going through." But suddenly after reading this passage, I had a light bulb moment. Suddenly those words made complete sense. Sure, Christ knows what it's like to have a bad day. But he suffered to know what it was like to go through one of my bad days. That excerpt from the book brought a lot of comfort and understanding, and I'm glad I was able to comprehend a little bit more about the atonement. It made me appreciate Christ so much more, and gave me a feeling and sense of duty of how I need to shape up and be better to not make Christ's cause and atoning sacrifice all for nothing. It was also interesting for me to read this passage, gain this understanding, and then have my own mother pass away just two months later.

All in all, I know such ironic happenings were not random. The Lord is extremely aware of each of us, and sometimes sends comfort and help in "pretty unexpected and unique ways." Even through an LDS romance novel. :)

What is it about hiking?

About a week ago I went hiking up Millcreek Canyon to Grandeur Peak. Starting at 8:30 in the morning, my friend and I began to start the climb up the mountain... ten minutes into the hike and we were already panting, took a break, and drank half the water bottle. Now take that scenario and times it by 1000 all the way to the peak. Arriving at the top two and a half hours later, it was pretty comical to have spry old men that were behind us, get ahead of us, make it to the top, and start heading back down before we had even reached the summit. My thighs and calves were aching. The sun burned my skin, and flies nipped my flesh all the way to the top. Rocks got in my shoe. Why did I endure that? Why did I force myself to make it to the top? Is it logical? What is it about a physically draining activity that provides such a sense of accomplishment? My mind was racing with all these questions as I trekked up the canyon, but all concerns were answered at the top when I saw this:

It's interesting how once at the top, all physical, emotional, and mental exhaustion doesn't matter once that breathtaking view is in sight. Oftentimes I've noticed situations like this hike, and other difficult physical activities are comparable to real life situations/problems because we know that if we do it, it will all be worth it in the end. For me, life was suddenly put into perspective and my vision was expanded to sights, sounds, and feelings that could only be experienced on the top of a mountain. Funny how nature can do that to ya. Now all that needs to be invented is a zip line that you can ride down from the top... :)

Frozen Yogurt Fetish

I'll admit it. I'm addicted to Frozen Yogurt. About a year or two ago, I remember there was an explosion of frozen yogurt joints popping up all over the place, and once I went to one I was hooked. Within a ten mile radius of my home, I have eight places I can think of to go to for such a delectable treat. It has become my friend and I's hobby to go investigate each place throughout the valley, and discover which one is the best. Here are a list of my top four and why.

1. Yogurtland - It has the most flavors, and the most toppings. I believe it's the cheapest too. The first time I went I was so surprised to have my bowl filled to the brim with frozen yogurt and toppings only come out to about $3.50. They also have complimentary water, an addition I found very refreshing after having some really rich froyo. The environment is colorful and lively, and those working there offer very helpful suggestions for flavor combinations and which toppings to try.

2. Top It - It is very similar to Yogurtland, but has less a variety of flavors and toppings. The location in Holladay, Utah that I usually go to also has a colorful setting, but is much more cozy. It's become a go-to place to have long talks with friends because it has a lot of great quiet, comfortable places to chat, and you don't feel rushed to leave once you're done eating. They also offer stamp cards for frequent visitors that does save some money every once in awhile after you've bought 9 or so yogurts (every Tuesday is a double stamp day).

3. TCBY - I love this place because they have the best fruit flavors. Their red grapefruit sorbet is my absolute favorite. Nevertheless, it's one of those places that you can only catch certain flavors every once in awhile, so don't always come with expectations. There's always bound to be an option that will satisfy though, and unlike some other places I've been to, they offer a swirl option that automatically mixes two complimentary flavors together. They do have pretty good toppings too, but my only complaint is that some of the fruit is previously frozen and there's more juice than fruit, therefore making the frozen yogurt a wee bit soupy. There's also a soda machine to quench thirst, and they do sell some of their flavors to take home. This establishment also has bright decor, and offers a laid back ambiance with comfortable couch-type stools. Highly recommended.


4. Yogurt Stop - I think I mostly just love this place cause of their root beer flavor, but I usually end up putting every flavor in my bowl cause it's all just so good. It's a quaint setting with only a few flavors and a couple toppings, but they also offer smoothies, shakes, and drinks. Unlike some other places I've been to, however, they offer very pleasant couches to sit on, as well as the usual café type tables and they have lots of magazines for their customers to enjoy. It's definitely the place to go to sit, relax, read, and partake of fantastic froyo.

                         

Other places I've been to include to Spoon Me, Yoway, Frogurt, Spoon it Up, Fresh Twist, L.A. Tart, Red Mango, EarthFruits Yogurt... they all had something positive to contribute to my taste buds, but the ones above are the four I'm partial to. I'm always up for a new place to try though! Any suggestions? :)

Logical Fallacy: Good or Bad?

Ever since we talked about logical fallacies in my Writing and Rhetoric class the other day, I have been astounded at my findings. For example, there's a rule in my family that it's required to do all the chores and homework before going to hang out with friends. One morning, however, I got invited to go out to breakfast with some friends, and promised that I would return and get my work done afterwards. Nevertheless, my oldest sister that's in charge begged to differ. She said, "If I make an exception for you then I have to make an exception for everyone."

This was very much a Slippery Slope logical fallacy, by accusing that letting me go to out to breakfast would completely ruin the order of the rules and structure within the home. I know it is true that sometimes younger siblings take advantage of these exceptions, because I have also been guilty of this situation (i.e. "You let her go on a road trip with friends when she was 18, so why can't I?). But then again, every individual is different. Some exceptions can be made if you know the person is more more mature, dependable, and will follow through with what they say, versus another who may be more reckless, careless, and procrastinates. I wasn't in the mood to argue and point out the intellectual flaw of her argument, so I complied, didn't go out to breakfast, and made other plans with friends for lunch after I finished my work.

I wonder when I become older if I'll have a more autocratic parenting style by allowing none of my children to be the exception to the rule, or if I'll be more laid back and democratic. Looking back on my childhood it's interesting to recall all the logical fallacies and ultimatums my parents gave to get me to do things... Or how many times I'm guilty of using them without thinking in my own life.

Altogether, the range of fallacies that can be used present many interesting examples to follow. I suppose it's how you apply them into your life that makes them credible or not. Or choosing which fallacies you will let influence you.

Soul Surfer

Tonight I went and saw the movie "Soul Surfer." Talk about a film that sends you through a wave of emotions. The movie is based on the true story of Bethany Hamilton, an aspiring surfer who was attacked by a shark and left armless. I cried... I mean, my allergies started acting up as she came home and struggled with daily activities, also realizing she didn't have the ability to do hobbies like play the ukelele anymore. Frustration, however, was overcome with joy as she succeeded in learning how to surf with only one arm as she slowly, but surely worked her way back to champion status. The love and support from her friends, family, and others inspired by her perseverance was also portrayed very effectively in creating the same sensations of joy within the audience.

With a christian foundation, throughout the film she also repeatedly used the scripture Jeremiah 29:11 which states, “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.” Her faith in this promise was portrayed in her example as she states at the end of the movie that, "I could have never embraced this many people with two arms." Her perspective gained from her trial is incredible.

I encourage everyone to see this movie. Even when the credits started rolling, real clips of the actual Bethany Hamilton came to the screen and everyone in the theater stayed in their seats as they watched for another ten minutes the footage of an extraordinary woman and her journey. We all face things that seem impossible either currently or in the future. It’s inevitable and no one is immune. The principles contained in this movie will help carry you through that difficult time.

Thank you, Bethany Hamilton. I'll be following your example.

When Elder Scott came to town...

One Sunday night in March about a year ago, my father announced that Elder Richard G. Scott was coming over to speak to our family later that week. My father's good friend is Elder Scott's stake president, and he was inspired to invite Elder Scott to come give our family some counsel. (As a side note, my mother had passed away from colon cancer 3 months prior and my father especially was in need of some comforting wisdom.) So, with the expectation of such a great visitor, my sisters and I all felt like Mary and Martha as we profusely cleaned the house and made preparations for our prestigious guest.

I remember that day feeling very nervous to meet Elder Scott. I had met a few general authorities before, but nothing longer than to exchange a few words and a handshake. This was going to be in a much more personal setting, for a much longer period of time.

Then he came. On March 18, 2010 there was Elder Scott on my doorstep. It was the weirdest and most comforting feeling to have all anxiety be swept away. The gravity of who he was and his presence didn't leave, but his eyes were filled with such light and love that I knew he was an apostle of the Lord. It was one of the select moments in my life where I especially felt close to the Savior, and knew He was right there in the room.

So what is it like to meet an apostle? Well, from my experience they are extremely invested in who you are. For the first part of the evening he went around the room asking me and my family members how we were, and what we were up to in life. As some of my siblings shared where they went on their missions, he gave interesting insight to our family on what it's like for the general authorities to send missionaries where they feel inspired they should go, and his experience with and advice for missionaries. He also gave many clever jokes and sincere compliments (i.e. he showed up 10 minutes early before we were expecting him and he smiled, gave a deep chuckle and apologized by saying, "I guess I was on President Hinckley's time zone!" I guess President Hinckley was always very early for events? We all laughed.).

I'll never forget the counsel he gave to my family. Not only as an apostle, but also someone who has dealt with the loss of loved ones (he lost his wife to cancer as well, and his son had passed away), I felt very comforted knowing he knew exactly what my family was going through. A few of the words of guidance he gave was:

- Don't ask why, but what you can learn now.

- Write down/capture all the memories you have of your loved one(s)/ Record the memories and promptings for children and grandchildren.

- Be receptive of the Spirit, and you will be receptive to your mother's instruction as well/ You may nor always feel her presence, but a prompting.

- Pain will subside and the sunshine of memory will remain.
- My mom will be able to more directly instruct us and she is even more aware of us now than when she was living.

Elder Scott then proceeded to give my father the most wonderful priesthood blessing. He was blessed to have an additional blessing of discernment to advise the family and help in key decisions. He was also promised that he and my mom would continue to grow and love, and be closer because of this experience.

He departed leaving our family with even more love than he came with. Truly it was a blessing and a miracle to have an a apostle of the Lord come and visit. Especially one who knew the heartache that my family and I were going through. We all teared up as he gave the conference talk in April about the memories of his own sweet wife and son, and how he has grown from that experience, as well as all that there is to look forward to in the life to come. 

Absence really does make the heart grow fonder, and I'm so grateful for that. I can't think of anything greater than knowing that families are forever. 


Thank you, Elder Scott. I'll be following your example.

A Plan of Salvation for the Government

As the talk of Presidential candidates and politics are in the air, I've been thinking a lot about government and some of the present day issues at hand. I have a good friend in California that I'm pen pals with, and as we were talking about politics, I expressed to him that I wish there was a "plan of salvation" for our government. His response blew me away:

"It's interesting that you say how you wish there were a 'plan of salvation' for our government. I have often thought very similar thoughts, but I am reminded of some scriptures in Helaman 5:2-4:

     'For as their laws and their governments were established by the voice of the people, and they who chose evil were more numerous than they who chose good, therefore they were ripening for destruction, for the laws had become corrupted.
     Yea, and this was not all, they were a stiffnecked people...

     And it came to pass that Nephi had become weary because of their iniquity; and he yielded up the judgement-seat, and took it upon him to preach the word of God all the remainder of his days...'

I have reflected on these verses often, for I feel in many ways it describes the constituents of the United States right now. I do believe it is important to be civically involved, and for some like Mitt Romney, to run for office. But to be honest, the real impact, the real responsibility we have, will come through 'taking it upon us to preach the word of God all the remainder of [our] days...' A nation is only as righteous as its people, even it its leader is Mormon. A nation's people is only as righteous as the families and individuals who make moral decisions every day. And those individuals and families will only ever change for the good, and in turn our entire nation, if they are taught and live the gospel of Jesus Christ. You want to change the corruption, scandals, and mismanagement of our nation, as do I? Then we need to share the last, the only salvation, with the people of our country and urge them to do the same. I remember a prophet once saying that 'The gospel of Jesus Christ will be the only thing that saves the world from its own self-destruction.' Not the army, not the U.S. government, the gospel. It's always the answer." 

My friend has very good rhetoric. Using the ethos of scriptures and quotes from the prophets, his logos was very persuasive in reminding me to maintain the perspective that the Gospel is always the answer. I think because of society and being aware of the separation of church and state, I haven't always associated the gospel and its principles as answers to government problems. As with everything in life, however, the most effective solutions come from living the righteous, moral principles of the gospel and I suppose the government is no exception. It's interesting to entertain the thought of what it would be like if our nation was headed by the prophet, or even if the president and the government used the scriptures and advice from the prophet and apostles to guide the domestic and foreign affairs... I suppose only time shall tell... In the meantime, I'm grateful for my friend and his reminder. I think it's a pretty incredible perspective to follow.

"I pray, and then I get answers, and then I do it."

As with all the Mormon Message videos, they are filled with pathos and rich with examples and stories of those who have gained eternal perspective. Many of you reading may be already familiar with Stephenie Nielson and her story, but it continually amazes me. I love this video because it visually persuades and inspires empathy within the viewer as they see an incredible woman that despite outward and inward physical trials, she recognizes that she "is not her body." Searching for answers in her new life after the plane crash, I love her simple answer of "I pray, and then I get answers, and then I do it." Always easier said than done at times, Stephenie's life shows the blessings of prayer and its answers put into action.

Discovering the divine role of motherhood, the clips of her and her husband playing and teaching their children also tug at my heartstrings. In all the Mormon Message videos, including this one, the church is so wonderful at portraying those moments which truly matter in life. The moments of true joy. The happiness portrayed is not only amazing to watch, but as the viewer I found it was also desirable to consistently have in my own life. 

I also love the shot in this clip where it also shows her sparkling green eyes. You can see the light of Christ in them, and how her life exemplifies that light. With a lot of ethos from her experience, she has shared that light by keeping a blog. As she said it was therapeutic and good for her to write, in turn her stories of daily life are sources for others to draw strength from. Stephenie Nielson is an individual to me who has literally almost lost her life, and found it more fully again through Jesus Christ.

I'll be following her example.

A Psalm of Life

A Psalm of Life Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, - act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sand of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.       -by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow This is one of the most meaningful poems I've ever read, and after talking in my writing and rhetoric class about ethos, pathos, and logos I've found that all three are laced throughout the poem. To start off, I think the most prominent aspect of the poem is Longfellow's use of logos. From the beginning of the poem he explains that the purpose of life is to live, not die (i.e. "the grave is not it's goal"). This logic also leads to conviction of seizing the day, in contrast to letting life pass by "like dumb, driven cattle." Furthermore, the logic of hoping that "each tomorrow/Find us farther than today" also works together with pathos in touching the emotional appeal of expectation and believing the future holds something better. Other interpretations of the poem have also suggested that Longfellow's words have an underlying theme of hope found in the knowledge of an afterlife, which also would also relate to the emotional appeal. Longfellow also enforces both the logos and the pathos by encouraging the reader to emulate the amazing examples of individuals, therefore also tying in the concept of ethos and the credibility of those examples. Logos is also tied in once again with the repetition of the metaphor of "footprints." This restatement ties in the example of those who have gone before, and the potential that the reader has to leave the same impact on future individuals. Such logos brings self-knowledge, and correlates with the readers pathos in inspiring to know that they can make a difference. Altogether, the final stanza of the poem ties together all three concepts. Logos and pathos are shown that in living an active life with a perspective open to possibilities, as well as with characteristics such as diligence and patience, will bring forth individuals full of ethos and credible experience and example for others to follow.

"A Child of God" - Henry B. Eyring

"The most powerful result of encouragement comes when you talk to [individuals] as if they are already a stronger, more committed [individual] than they might currently be." - Laurel Christensen

With that quote in mind, I love how President Eyring speaks to his audience with that perspective of their potential. In his talk "A Child of God", and as part of that audience, I felt a great sense of duty and amazement of what I could accomplish in the guidelines he set forth for the pursuit of "educational excellence." With his great skill to share, explain, and testify I found I was on the edge of my seat hanging onto every word as I desired to know what was needed to alter or add to my course, or what dangers would prevent me from accomplishing my goals. In addition to how the talk was eloquently presented, the power of the Spirit was detected in every word. I've found that such words are inspired to provide something everyone can relate with, yet deliver individual answers to personal situations and trials. Such words also impart personal revelation and wisdom. The real inspiration and persuasion is guided by the promptings of the still small voice, and how it will affect one to make an active change in their life. The following commentary are my thoughts from the talk, and how I was reminded of my purpose as a child of God.


From the very beginning, President Eyring counseled to avoid pride. With stories and examples of those who let pride infect their character, he gave in contrast the examples of those who prayed and found humility. Reading this reminded me of the scripture John 3:30 which says, "He must increase, but I must decrease." He, being the Savior, should always be the most apparent aspect of our life. As individuals it is also important to recognize that nothing can be performed to it's full capacity without the Lord's help, and therefore He receives the credit. If pride is the problem, then the solution "is simply to remember who God is and what it means to be his child." 

President Eyring also goes on to repeat over and over again the phrase "We remember...". Not only does that emphasize the point of continually remembering the Savior, but also reiterates how often and how much we need to remind ourselves of that love and sacrifice. Once that knowledge is acted upon, it will affect our decisions and we hold the promise that we will be better learners.

To become a better learner, President Eyring offers five simple steps:


1. Welcome Correction
2. Keep Commitments
3. Work Hard
4. Help Others
5. Expect resistance and overcome it.

Great comfort and increased ability comes from realizing that correction only allows room for progression. Our capacity for power increases as we are committed. Working hard will not only bless us now, but also for the eternities. Having a willing attitude to help others and to be helped will produce countless blessings. Knowing the Lord has confidence in you to face and overcome trial... All these traits characterize the qualities of an excellent learner, and as they are understood, carry the promise that they will come naturally to those who understand their potential and what it means to be a child of God.  

Thank you President Eyring (and the Spirit) for those words of perspective and encouragement. You've set an amazing example to follow. :)