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In case you’re wondering, this is what I made and ate for dinner tonight.  If you’ve never grilled a pizza, you have never lived.  (It was seriously so good.)  (Which isn’t anything like being seriously so blessed.)  I even made the sauce from heirloom tomatoes, used basil from my herb garden, and bake the crust from scratch.  (I didn’t make the pepperoni or the mozzerella.  I mean, let’s not go overboard…)

Now I just need to find someone who wants to come over and clean up my kitchen.  Why, oh WHY did I fire my cleaning lady?  The savings just aren’t worth it!

Sometimes, I think the universe just understands when I need a little break.  Like this weekend, for instance.

I’ve been, not busy per se, but erstwhile occupied.  I’ve been doing a lot of things I have to do instead of things I want to do and, as a result, I’ve not had much in the way of "down" time.  Work has been going along well enough, and I finally feel as though I’m starting to fit into my place in the company a little more than I have previously.  I’ve got my first 1-on-1 with my boss tomorrow, though, so I guess I’ll find out if my assessment of the situation matches his…

My audiobook company, Open Book Audio, has begun to change shape a little bit.  Originally envisioned as an audiobook production company, my business partner and I have started morphing the company away from a production model and toward a distribution model.  So, toward that end, I have been spending almost all of my non-work time in front of the computer designing and programming the new Open Book Audio store.  (I keep linking them here on my blog to help drive the search engines to the site, so forgive the repetition).  I’m quite pleased with the way the store has turned out, and the platform upon which the entire site, including the store, is built is an extremely flexible and easy to use one.  We’ve already started listing products from other publishers, and we’re hoping to increase that number significantly over the next couple of years.  We’re also in talks with the major retailers (Audible, iTunes, eMusic, etc.) to get our titles listed in those services.  (It’s like pulling teeth, but we’re well on our way.)

So, Friday night, all day Saturday, and almost all day Sunday, I sat in front of my computer immersed in CSS, PHP, HTML, and LMNOP.  (That last one is fake, by the way.)  Last Sunday night, I finally launched the work I’d been doing for the last month, and actually went to sleep not making a mental list of the things I needed to work on tomorrow.  It is extremely fortuitous that Monday was a holiday, otherwise, I wouldn’t have had much of a weekend at all.

This morning, although the weather was, shall we say, less than idyllic, I decided that it was time to have some fun for a change.  So I did.  I took Luke for a walk, and ate breakfast.  Then, after looking through a Facebook album of one of my friends where pretty much everyone in the group of people looked like Abercrombie and Fitch models (and wore about the same amount of clothing), I decided that I would go run on the treadmill for about 30 minutes.  I came back, took a shower, got dressed, unfriended my Facebook friend with the posse of buff gym rats, and then grabbed my camera.

I haven’t gone shooting in months.  Too many other distractions.  Work, Open Book Audio, the new piano…they didn’t leave much time for shooting pictures.  This time, I decided that, rather than drive all over the place trying to find some amazing vista to photograph, I’d stay within the city limit of Redmond.  I’m glad I did, because I found a beautiful little spot that I had no idea even existed. 

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Right near the city’s campus (city hall, police station, senior center) there’s a river trail that runs alongside the Sammamish river.  Summer’s just starting to come to a close, so there are still some flowering plants, and everything’s green.  I can tell that it’s going to be spectacular when fall comes, though.  It was so isolated and quiet.  I actually climbed across the river on that old abandoned train track you can see in the photo, and walked back up the other side of the river where I found this guy just plodding along in the river:

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If you will allow me to wax grateful for a moment:  I am so grateful that I moved to the Seattle area.  The first year and a half were very difficult for me up here, and there are moments (October through May) where I can’t help but ask myself what I’ve done to move to a place where the sun only shines 17 days out of a year.  But I love, love, love Redmond.  It’s so beautiful and peaceful.  It feels like a small town (albeit a very sophisticated one) with easy access to big-city accommodations.  It really is the best of both worlds.  Where else can you walk out your door to see a bald eagle or a great blue heron, and then drive five minutes to thousands of restaurants, art galleries, movie theaters, and more shopping than you can shake a stick at?  I just wish I could afford to buy a house here.  At the very least, I hope I never lose my job, because I never want to leave the Pacific Northwest.  I’ve lived all over the country, and no place compares with this gorgeous, wonderful place.

Once the very relaxing photo walk was over, I came home, took a nap, made homemade pizza, a loaf of bread, and a homemade razzleberry pie.  (Raspberries, Blueberries, and fresh-picked blackberries from the vines just outside my apartment).  Then I watched an episode of Bones (thanks Netflix!), practiced the Maple Leaf Rag on the piano,  and now here I am.  Oh yeah, and I played about an hour of Angry Birds on my iPad.  Fun game.

I’m the kind of person who, even when relaxing, has to be doing something.  The difference between relaxing and not relaxing is whether I’m doing something I WANT to be doing or something I HAVE to be doing.  And, honestly, many times, it’s the exact same activity.  I just have to be in the mood for it.

In fact, the only thing about today that wasn’t perfect was that I did the unthinkable: I let my cleaning lady go today.  She’s been picking up after me for over a year, and she was awesome.  Unfortunately, with the new piano and some of my other bills, I just can’t justify the $240 a month I spend to have her clean my house–particularly since I’m not a very messy person.  This will, unfortunately, eat into my relaxation time, but overall, I think it will be a positive change. 

I’ll be posting more photos as the week goes on.  I took about 400 shots, so I think I’ll have some good ones in there to play around with.  In the meantime, go to http://www.openbookaudio.com/store and buy an audiobook.  It’ll do you good.  And while you’re doing that, I’m going to go and scoop up a bit of vanilla bean ice cream and place it over a piece of still-warm razzleberry pie.  Happy Labor Day!

Luke Shaking Hands

I don't really know why, but I really like this photo.  It doesn't have the best composition, but it's just so stinkin' cute.  This is the foot and hand of my neighbor Brigette, getting Luke to Shake.

I love this picture!

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Special thanks to my friend Bill at http://punishedpixels.com for taking the awesome photo of Super Dog.

This little guy came into the world.

It was a warm October afternoon in Utah, and I was in my bedroom surfing the web after finishing my voice lessons for the day.  We had recently gotten rid of our bad roommate, Jim, and thought I might give dog ownership a try.  I had never owned a dog before.  Growing up, we’d had a couple of cats until mom decided we were allergic to them.  (I’m still not allergic, but my brother is, so…you know, I guess that’s okay.)

I had been looking at the Humane Society for a dog, but hadn’t found one that felt like a good fit.  I decided to look at the KSL classifieds, and found a picture of four little Golden Retriever puppies.  I called the lady, and she invited me to her home in South Jordan.  I grabbed my roommate Stephen, and we hopped in the car.  An hour later, Stephen was holding this nine week old bundle of fuzz and we were back on the highway to Provo.  A quick stop at PetSmart for a crate, food, food & water dishes, and toys, and Brody (renamed to Luke) made himself at home in my life.

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I am not the kind of person who attributes every single aspect of life to the hand of divine intervention.  I believe that a lot of things just happen.  Luke the Dog, however, was sent to me.  He came into my life before I needed him, and was there for me through a very difficult time in my personal life.  He would also come to fill a void that I didn’t even realize I would feel once I moved away from everything I knew into a new world, and left behind all of my friends and family.

Over the last four years, he has been my child, my heating pad, my snuggle buddy, and, above all, my best friend.  As a naturally negative person, he’s helped me see how a little positivity can go a long way in making your life a better one.  He is always happy to see me, always wants to be around me, and loves every second of his life…except getting baths.

Because of Luke, I’m more social and talk with complete strangers.  Because of Luke, I have neighbors who are also friends.  Because of Luke, I am forced to get off my butt and enjoy the outdoors three or four times a day.  Because of him, I’ve seen amazing sunrises and sunsets, walked through gorgeous winter fogs, taken some of my favorite pictures, and seen parts of my own neighborhood I never would have known existed.

He makes me feel loved, makes me happy, relieves my stress, gives me someone other than myself to take care of, and makes me laugh.  He has reminded me over and over again that sometimes, the greatest joy comes from the simplest things.  He has helped me experience many new things I wouldn’t have even considered otherwise, and he’s helped me see my world from an entirely different vantage point.

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I never thought that I would become a dog person.  They can be messy, needy, and more than a little stupid.  They make going on vacation very difficult, and cut down on spontaneity.  People with children will often tell you that, even though children are messy and expensive, they’re so worth it.  For me, Luke is the same way. I would never give up Luke in order to avoid the messes or the expense.  The joy that this 80-pound bundle of fur brings to me far, far outweighs the comparatively insignificant costs.

Luke and I have developed a tradition for his Birthday.  Every year, we go to the dog park.  Then we go to Petco and Luke gets to pick out any toy that he wants and get a rawhide.  Then we go to Dairy Queen, and Luke gets a cheeseburger kids meal and an ice cream cone.  It’s a great tradition, and it makes him so happy.  And, as a result, it makes me happy.

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Happy Birthday Luke.  I’m grateful beyond words you’re my dog and I’m your human. 

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I still owe someone his birthday belly scratches. 

I don't know about y'all, but I love me a beautiful summer day in the Pacific Northwest.  Maybe it's just because I only get three of them a year, but the summers up here are just spectacular.  It started off overcast and cloudy, but by 2PM, the sun had come out, and it was in the low 70s, clear, and wonderful.    And, of course, I took advantage…even though I had originally planned on working on my new Open Book Audio website today. 

Ah well.

I started the day by sleeping in, followed by taking Luke for a mini-walk, eating breakfast, and then taking a nap.  (Less than 30 minutes after I woke up, mind you.)

When I finally did wake up, I decided I wanted to go to the Strawberry Festival in Bellevue, so I sent a Tweet out to my (four) friends to see if anyone wanted to go, and I ended up hearing back from my friends Bill & Brit.  They were out and about, so we went to go see what the Strawberry Festival was all about.

In general: it was pretty lame, I have to say.  But, like most festivals, there was food.  I had a big ole bratwurst from a German lady with an awesome accent that I had to try really hard not to imitate.  Then, as is fitting a Strawberry Festival, I got some Strawberry Shortcake.  I've decided that, in general, I don't really like shortcake.  It's like a biscuit someone overbeat, undercooked, and then left out to get stale.  Plus it's not sweet enough.  I prefer my "shortcake" to be made with pound cake or angel food cake.  Or, I'm ashamed to admin, those little cake cups which are basically Twinkies without the filling.

I also bought a full flat of Strawberries, which I would later put to good use.

After the Strawberry yawnfest, we went over to Marymoor dog park to photograph the dogs.  Luke, of course, had to come along, and he managed to enjoy himself mightily.  His favorite trick is to hop out of the water, run over to the nearest person, and do this:

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Of course, there's no possible way that he could be expected to actually shake off away from people.  He must to it around others.

After the park, we came back to the apartment (as mentioned in the previous post) to let Luke dive off the dock a little bit.  Can you tell that I have a dog who loves water?

For dinner, I made penne pasta with pesto made from the basil and parsley in my container garden on the patio.  Then, after taking Luke out three times in an hour (he swallows a lot of water when he swims) we curled up on the bed and took one of those epic Saturday naps that can only come when you're worn out from being outside in the sun after not having experienced it for 14 years.  It's the summer version of a Turkey coma.  A Vitamin D Coma, if you will.

A quick trip to the grocery store, and it was time to head back to the strawberries.  I made strawberry "shortcake" with pound cake, strawberry freezer jam (YUM!), strawberry sorbet, and then froze half a flat of strawberries for my daily morning smoothie. 

And, to cap off the perfect day, there was a full moon tonight, and I managed to sneak out to the dock to get some cool photos, a couple of which are HDR photos. 

 

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I may have strawberry farts for the next three days as a direct result of this Saturday, but I don't care.  I'm tired, I'm happy, I'm content, and I'm ready for bed.

It was a perfect day.

I went to the dog park with a couple of friends of mine from my old job, both of whom are photographers (and animal lovers) and we enjoyed playing with Luke and taking pictures.  After we came back to my apartment, we took Luke down the dock and had him do a few dock dives for us.  Bill caught some great ones.  They turned out really well.

 

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A) I’ve got a cool dog.

B) You can find Bill’s photos at http://punishedpixels.com

To most of the world, this is a scone:

Scones are an ancestor to American biscuits.  They are generally very dry, very dense, and, quite frankly, completely inedible.  Occasionally, you can get a scone at a county fair that is more like a buttermilk biscuit cut into a triangle, but for the most part, true scones are foul.  When thrown, they can inflict a great amount of damage.  If hurled at a car, they can shatter windshields and create major dents.  Hitting someone with a scone can hospitalize or kill them.  They are impossible to swallow and are better used as paperweights than tea-time accompaniments. 

I remember the first time I bought a scone.  I was in the airport, and walked by a Starbucks.  While I’m not a coffee drinker (I also think coffee is disgusting), I do particularly love the Starbucks Caramel Apple Spice drink.  I got one of those, and noticed these dainty looking triangular blueberry biscuit-looking things.  So, I order it.  I sat down and had a few sips of my drink, then pulled the scone out of its little paper bag.  I took a bite.  It was like biting into a 2 x 4 wall stud.  In addition to breaking two of my front teeth, and shredding the inside of my esophagus, it was so dry that I was dehydrated for two weeks and eventually needed to have my stomach pumped.  It was like pouring powdered cement mix into my intestines.  (It’s good to know that I don’t really get into hyperbole, isn’t it?)

I simply don’t understand why people eat these things. 

What made my first experience with scones all the more disappointing is that when I heard the word "Scone" I didn’t think of blueberries and sawdust held together with industrial-strength epoxy.  That’s because, from the time I was 18 until the time I was 29, this was a scone:

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This fluffy pillow of golden-brown deliciousness is a scone.  Or rather, it’s what Utahans call a scone.  Made of a slightly sweetened bread-like dough (rather than a biscuit-type dough), Utah scones have a crunchy fried exterior and a light, fluffy interior.  The sweet versions are best served with whipped honey butter (as pictured above) or Strawberry Freezer Jam.  Utah also has a chain of restaurants called Sconecutter which uses an unsweetened version as a conveyance vehicle for sandwiches and other fast-food accoutrement.  As is true of everything that is deep fried, Utah Scones are incredibly delicious. 

Perhaps the best Utah Scone I’ve ever had is at the Star Cafe in Layton, Utah.  The perfect little dive cafe, the Star serves scones with its breakfasts or on the side.  I ordered an omelet with hash browns, and got two of these little beauties with my meal.  All for less than six dollars.  (Cue choir of angels.)  If you order one on the side, you’ll get a scone that is about the size of your standard dinner plate.  (Not an exaggeration, I’m afraid.)  They are perfectly cooked and served with honey butter.  They may shorten your life span, but I’m a firm believer that if you don’t have at least one Utah Scone a year, you’re not really alive anyway.

So, one might be able to see why, after coming from the amazingness that is the Utah Scone, I came away from my experience with regular scones disappointed.  I mean, if I wanted a nasty biscuit, I’d pull out my box of Bisquick, mix it up with some Elmer’s Glue, throw a few blueberries into it, cut the dough into triangles, and then bake it for 17 hours.  Then, in order to get it to the Starbucks scone consistency, I’d leave it out in the Sonoran Desert for a month.

I would be interested to know how Utah, of all places, come to call these lovelies "Scones."  Especially since such a large portion of Utah’s original population was originally British, and should know better.  I mean, with such a large Mormon culture, it doesn’t make sense that they purloined a term from British Tea-Drinking.  They should have called them Celestial Fry-Cakes.  Or Carnal Transgression Pastry.  Or Calling & Election on a Plate.  But to equate this culinary wet dream with a dusty, dry, hard, nasty, gross, overcooked biscuit? 

Tragic.

Well, well, well.  It’s been quite a week.

As I mentioned in some earlier blog posts, last Friday was my final day at Microsoft.  It was a bittersweet departure for me…I’d been there for a long time (especially for me.)  A small group of work friends went to lunch at the sit-down restaurant on campus.  I got a steak sandwich and perhaps one of the greatest inventions in the history of mankind: Sweet Potato Fries.  (Cue: Choir of Angels).  Then, my boss scheduled a little celebration for the whole team for my leaving.  I’m not sure if they were honoring me or celebrating the fact that I was FINALLY gone. (I’ll chose to think the former.  I just like living in that world of oblivion.)  He got pie.  (Have I ever mentioned how much I love pie?  I haven’t?  Well, I love pie.)

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It ended up working out that I was able to take a week off between leaving Microsoft and starting at DataSphere.  So, I woke up Saturday morning with a full week of luxuriating and lounging and being a bum ahead of me.  As I was laying in bed snuggling with my puppy, trying to avoid getting out of bed, I had a thought.  Now, normally, I try to avoid having thoughts as, more often than not, my thoughts only lead me down dark and dangerous roads from which there is no possible return.  This time was no different.  I was laying in bed thinking about a conversation I had with my cousin earlier in the week.  Austin and I have been close since we were little kids.  He’s only six months older than I am, and when we got together we were dangerous.  Well, dangerous in only the way that two goody-two-shoes Mormon kids can be dangerous…which is to say we weren’t dangerous at all, just really annoying.  Anyway, Austin and his wife were travelling to Utah to visit with his parents…who only live about five minutes away from my parents.  As I was laying there in bed, I thought.  "It’s too bad that I can’t be down in Utah while Austin and Anna are there.  I’d like to see them again.  Wait a minute.  Why can’t I be down in Utah?"  I didn’t have any work considerations, why not go.  So, at 8AM, I called up my folks and said, "So, um, would you mind terribly if I just drove down to Utah today?"  Then I called up Constance at Paws-A-Moment, the awesome boarding facility at which Luke stays when I’m travelling, and by 10:30 AM, I was on the road. 

Thirteen hours and one really terrible audiobook later, I pulled into Syracuse, UT at about 12:30 AM.  (Yes, I know that 10:30 AM to 12:30 AM is not 13 hours.  There’s a time zone change.  Sheesh.)  (And seriously, that audiobook was AWFUL!)

Thus began my very short, but very fun spontaneous vacation to Utah.

Sunday, the folks and I drove across the causeway to Antelope Island, out in the Great Salt Lake, and took a boatload of photos.  It was an absolutely stunning day, and the island was beautiful.  I got a LOT of really great shots, including the really cool shot that is now the banner image for my new photoblog.  Below is the view from the east side of the island looking back toward the Wasatch mountain range.  (Click on the image to see the full-sized version.  Warning: It’s HUGE.

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We putzed around the rest of the evening, and took a walk down to the little pond/park at the end of my parent’s street.  Again, I got some more great pictures of some of the local birds.  Especially these little ducklings!

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So cute.  Monday morning (Memorial Day) dawned extremely early as my dad, uncle, and I decided to hike Adam’s Canyon just east of Layton.  Getting up at 5:30 in the morning is against my religion.  And getting up at 5:30 in the morning ON VACATION is even more evil, but nevertheless, I set aside my deeply held beliefs in order to appease my tormentors.  By 6:30, we were starting a long uphill climb to a very pretty area with a big, 40-foot waterfall.

The hike was tiring, but very pretty.  I carried all my camera gear along with me to take a bunch of pictures…a few of which turned out all right.  It reminded me that before I go on any long backpacking trip, I really do need to get into better shape.  By the end, my legs were like Jello and I felt the need to sleep for the rest of my life.

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After the hike and my nap, my sister, brother-in-law, and niece came to my parents house to visit, then we all went over to my aunt and uncle’s house to have a little BBQ (not a really barbeque…just grilling burgers) and enjoy each other’s company.  It was nice to see everyone, the food was great, and the weather was just perfect.

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No, she’s not screaming or crying.  She’s making a (hilarious) camera face. 

Tuesday was much more laid back.  Austin, Anna, and I went to this little dive called The Star Cafe in Layton, which serves "Utah Scones."  I’m going to write a whole blog post about Utah Scones vs. Regular Scones (Utah Scones SO win) so you don’t get a picture now.  Stay tuned for that little gem.  Breakfast was awesome.  This is one of those places where you could become "a regular" and the waitresses know your name and know what you want when you come in.  Plus it was CHEAP!  Austin, Anna, and I ate enough to sustain a small third world country for about a week, and it ended up costing us $23.  Whereas, I can usually spend more than that just for myself at my cafe here, and still not get as much food.  Good on ya’, Star Cafe!

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The rest of the day we just spend hanging out.  We ran some errands, watched The Princess and the Frog, ate Cafe Rio (my most-missed Utah food) including their awesome Tres Leches, and did some work on Dad’s computer.  Then, Wednesday, I was back in the car for another 13-hour drive back home to Seattle.  And, of course, about an hour before I got back home, it started raining, and hasn’t stopped since I got back.  (Not that I’m bitter.) 

I’ve never really done something that spontaneous before.  It was a lot of fun.  I actually even enjoyed the car ride.  I tell you what: a good audiobook or two really make the time just fly.  (For military or sci-fi nerds out there, I would HIGHLY recommend Jack Campbell’s Lost Fleet series.  Very captivating.)  I am the kind of person who generally plans his activities and doesn’t generally like having to change my plans at the last minute.  I was just planning on working on my website, maybe starting my next audiobook, and playing some video games.  Instead, I got to take about 800 photos, see distant friends and family, eat some great food, enjoy the sunshine for a couple of days (since we haven’t seen it in Seattle since last October), and let someone else clean up after me for a change! 

The moral of the story?  Aw, hell.  I don’t really do morals.  Just suffice it to say that if the opportunity arises to make a surprise visit to my family again, I’m totally going to do it.  Big thanks to mom & dad for the flexibility, and to Rich & Barb for saving space for one more for Memorial Day!  It was a blast.

So, I’ve decided that, rather than posting most of my photos on this blog, I am going to start a new photoblog, which will basically contain nothing but my photography.  You can find it over at http://photoblog.mattarmstrongmusic.com.  I’m not going to set this blog up to automatically notify Facebook and/or Twitter (at least not at this time) so if you’re interested in seeing my photography, please visit often or subscribe. 

Also, I’ve spent the last several weeks working on my new mattarmstrongmusic.com website.  It’s not COMPLETELY finished, but I wanted to release it to the public, so now I have have.  It has all of my music (downloadable and streamable) that I’ve released to the public, sheet music, videos (or rather, it will shortly have videos but doesn’t yet), my resumes, voiceover demos, links to my blogs and flickr pages, etc.  You can find that website by going to http://www.mattarmstrongmusic.com.  If you see something broken, let me know by using the contact form.  It’s still a work in progress, but hey, I’m nothing if not impatient.

Also, to entice you to begin visiting my photoblog, here’s a sample of one of my latest photos: a candid of my niece, Aubrey.  (SO CUTE!)

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