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Hey everybody. I'm really sorry for the giant drop-off in updates. I thought I'd do some housekeeping to let everybody who still checks this thing know what's going on.+ I've been stuck in Phoenix with a broken/dislocated finger that needs surgery and rehab. Getting the finger fixed has been a long and ridiculous process that has somewhat derailed the traveling aspect of this project.+ I've

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If you've followed this blog from the start, you know that I've slowed the updates down considerably over the past few months. There are a few reasons for this, the most important of which is that I've definitively decided to turn this project and experience into a book. That focus has put the blog somewhat on the back burner, but I am still committed to keeping this blog interesting as

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Editors Note: Though this account is constructed with truth and accuracy, names have been changed to protect the innocent. Plus, I've always wanted to write that sentence and mean it.There are a lot of images one could reasonably associate with a man stepping out of a beat-up 1992 GMC Vandura parked outside a school playground in the middle of the day. Most of them are not pretty.But on this

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I know two things when I leave my first job interview in Houston:1) I've got a good shot at landing the job.2) I've got a much better shot at landing the job in a nice suit.Now, this leaves me feeling a bit ambivalent. Let's face it, it's kind of ridiculous to quit your job and hit the road in a van to discover the meaning of life, only to sell out for a new job at the first sign of adversity.

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"Make sure to bring two copies of your resume," the woman on the phone tells me. "Oh, and the dress is business professional."Business professional. Very Classy.I'm going to have to park the van far away from the office.And so I do. The project has brought me to Houston, and given my dissipating funds, I really need the marketing job I've stumbled across on Monster.com. That means the van

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Toll booths. Mayonnaise. Car alarms. Limericks. Cow tipping, Gigli, and pogs.What do these all have in common?They've all been systematically proven by yours truly to not be the ultimate meaning of life. Now, I present the newest inductee into the Existential Irrelevance Hall of Fame: Chain Letters.You know chain letters. They're those annoying messages that threaten bad luck or bodily

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If you are one of the millions and millions out there that follow this blog regularly, you've no doubt noticed that I haven't updated with a new blog for a week and a half now.As it turns out, emergency room bills are even more exorbitant than I thought. Consequently, after getting my dislocated finger treated in an Atlanta emergency room, I spent the past week returning to Phoenix in the hopes

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With hopes of becoming an oil rig worker dimming, I decide it is necessary to look for other work in Houston. My reasons for moving on include, but are not limited to:+ I learn that becoming a grunt on an oil rig is about as feasible at this juncture as becoming a rock star, horse jockey, or nuclear physicist.+ I decide any job could lead to good stories as long as I was paying attention to my

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You will do great things.Of this you are certain.You will do great things not because they are expected of youNot because they are required of youBut because they are familiar.At the gate of opportunityOr the precipice of disasterYou are calm.Empowered by the knowledgeThat no matter what has come before youOr what will come in the futureYou are ready.A true test of character has never scared

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Ultimately, the goal of this blog, project, and eventual resulting book (look for it in participating stores whenever stores start deciding to participate) is to find the meaning of life.Obviously, my method to attack that goal is not always conventional nor is it consistent, partially because I'm a big fan of variety, partially because I think meaning is often found in unexpected places, and

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The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.You can quote me on that. In fact, someone ought to write a book about that.I really do want to work on an oil rig. Unfortunately, the more research I do, the less likely a possibility that seems. I buy a subscription to a web site advertising oil job listings for both experienced oil workers and entry level applicants. Unfortunately, it soon

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Driving through Northern Texas, I can't help but notice the fields of oil derricks dotting the landscape. Really, it's impossible not to notice them, because that's pretty much all there is in Northern Texas.Oil derricks. Okay, oil derricks and pregnant teenagers. But I digress.Every time I pass another derrick, I can't help but smile. I am, after all, on my way to being an oil man myself.

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It turns out existential philosophy saturated with pop-culture references is not the get-rich-quick scheme Bernie Madoff promised me it would be. This project is financed primarily through my savings from working on "Gene Simmons Family Jewels" and some greatly appreciated support from family, so it was never a secret that I would eventually run out of money at some point on the road. To avoid

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I got injured again the other day, which is good news for you, because it's time to play your favorite game you almost certainly don't remember! That's right, it's "How the Hell Did That Happen?" the game where I present three equally plausible scenarios for how I got injured, and you have to guess which one is the truth.As always, guessing correctly will win you a fabulous prize* and guessing

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A quiet calm fills the space.Peace is found in routine.In normalcy, contentment.And then, in the silence,Without warningA predator emerges.Lurking in the shadowsOf a lifetime spent unwiseThe demon shows itself at last.With overwhelming forceIt envelops all hopeAnd leaves only doubt.Dread fills the heart and mindWhen one expects evilAnd receives only indifference.Gasping for breath,Searching for

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So my boss just chewed me out today, and it's got me feeling pretty down.But Logan, you may be saying to your computer, how can your boss chew you out? You ARE your boss.Exactly. And when you live in your van and find yourself yelling at yourself, it's time to get your act together.I haven't been very good recently about updating this blog. You'll notice that for the first few months of this

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"But if I come back tomorrow, which to be frank is a huge inconvenience because I need to get to a job interview, I can get my box with no problems?""Yes Sir.""Because I don't want to come back out here only to wait in line again and get turned away.""Come back tomorrow and we'll have a box for you.""Thanks," I reply skeptically, fearing that this will inevitably lead to a two part blog series on

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Among the worst places to find yourself at any given time:+ The DMV.+ War-torn Darfur.+ A Nickelback concert.+ Anywhere a Nickelback song is playing.+ Anywhere in Darfur a Nickelback song is playing.+ The post office.Unfortunately, I recently find myself at one of these locales. (Hint: It's a place well known for murders and it is not in Africa.) With a plan to get work in Houston and stay there

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It's easy to become a bitter, cynical curmudgeon these days.Advancements in technology have made in-person interpersonal communication a dying art form. Twenty four hour news networks and sensationalistic local news telecasts highlight a seemingly endless parade of misdeeds and atrocities committed against and by seemingly normal individuals. The economy is in the toilet thanks in large part to

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"I'm never happy. I'm a perfectionist. I always want to do better."~ Frisbee DanSelect few individuals in history have ascended to the role of cultural icon, transcending time and space to create a lasting legacy in the hearts and minds of generations to come.Plato. George Washington. Shakespeare. Mozart. Einstein.Frisbee Dan is not one of these icons. But to the students and alumni of

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We're long overdue for a Sharpie Wisdom, and some of the older autographs are starting to fade. I'm pretty sure my van is relegated to a fate reserved for so many of today's teens and Generation Y-ers. It looks really cool now with its arm sleeves and tramp stamps, but as it gets older and its skin starts to sag, that arm sleeve is going to look gross and that tramp stamp will be nothing but a

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I'm being told by an increasing amount of people that I should consider using twitter.com. I'm strongly considering it.1:30 PM Apr 2nd from webI'm skeptically pondering the ramifications of an already egocentric society concentrating on providing constant updates on even the most mundane activities.1:33 PM Apr 2nd from webApril Fool's was fun. I sure got some people good! You know who you are!

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Every generation, an athlete defies conventional wisdom in a given sport and rises above his peers to greatness, transcending the game in such a way that they gain relevance in the global consciousness.In basketball, there was Michael Jordan.In golf, Tiger Woods. In baseball baseball Babe Ruth, football Jim Brown, hockey Wayne Gretzky, and so on and so on.Now, in a sport as to yet unappreciated,

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In a time spent long agoA foreign world you may not knowWas home to many booming states,Kingdoms of imposing weight.The greatest realm among them allStood on a mountain great and tall.A dynasty like none before,Bellicia was built on war.Their thirst for land was never met,They swept across the Earth and yetThe more they conquered with their swords,The more thanks given to their Lord.And in the

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Certain film genres have a tendency to produce formulaic movies. Because of this, we've all been conditioned to associate life scenarios with scenes we've seen in the movies time and time again. It's gotten to the point where movie cliches can even dictate our actions.Do you find yourself in a bookstore arguing with an attractive stranger of the opposite sex? Do you have an unexplained

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So you know that job I got recently? (If not, scroll down the page.) I quit that already.Rest assured, I had very good reasons. The good news for you is that said job was ripe with stories and observations to write about. Also, if I don't get a new job soon, I'll run out of money and have to do the whole homeless thing again.So all of you Hobo Diet fans out there, get ready for a possible

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You know, they just don't make waterfalls like they used to.I don't know who the "they" in that sentence refers to, but "they" need to get it together nonetheless. Just ask the citizens of Great Falls, Montana. Or anyone who's ever paid to get into McKinney Falls State Park.I recently fell into the latter category. And I didn't really mind it; there are no LA Fitnesses (my default source for

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Back in Freshman year of college, I took a trip from Ithaca to Austin in the middle of a school week.Yes, just like in the movie Road Trip.No, I've never met Tom Green.This trip was purely academic, as I was in Austin with a fellow classmate for our Documentary Research class. We were there to interview an FBI crisis negotiator who worked on the infamous Branch Davidian debacle in Waco.The

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As I type this, I am having trouble concentrating. I am in a Starbucks in Houston, Texas, and current van trouble warrants me being in Starbucks in order to write this blog. It is one of the bigger Starbucks I've been in. There are five customers here, spread throughout the store. I am in the corner typing this blog at a raised stool and counter. Twenty feet away from me, a relatively young

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As you might imagine, life on the road can get pretty lonely at times. So when I'm able to set up a date with a woman in Dallas, I am definitely excited. When she suggests going to Cowboys Red River, I am even more intrigued.Cowboys Red River is an authentic Texan bar. A loud country band plays on stage while hundreds of couples two-step across a circular floor resembling a skating rink. I

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Against all odds, I've been hired for a full-time job in Houston. As much as I'd like to dedicate all of my time to this project, my bank account is dangerously close to empty.Now, I'm not opposed to the whole "starving artist" thing, and I'm experienced in the whole "having no money" thing, but I've grown attached to the van and I can't keep traveling the country in it without earning some

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Dallas is a sprawling city with an abundance of intersecting highways. A disturbing number of these highways require tolls. I am vaguely familiar with toll roads from crossing the country, but Dallas is the first place I've experienced that requires a fee to travel within the city limits.I could provide fair, balanced analysis and mention the arguments in favor of the tolls, but I won't.

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I've always thought of museums as a really depressing place for an avid art collector to go. I mean, sure, in theory, an avid art collector would have a fine appreciation for artwork and would therefore find the museum captivating, but in reality, aren't we all flawed, self-indulgent, and self-conscious? Or is that just me?Anyone?My point is, no matter how great your art collection is, no

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If life were a songWould you sing alongOr sit back and complainHow the lyrics are wrong?If life were a raceWould you keep up the paceOr fall back with a lookOf disdain on your face?If life were a contestWould your life be the bestOr would you fit inAnd just be one of the rest?If life were an unfinished poem

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On my way to the Dallas Museum of Art I was offered a free queer hug. I accepted of course, primarily because I never turn down anything free.I immediately wanted to know why I was getting a free queer hug, but the hug providers had just gotten there and were very busy, so I didn't get much information beyond the obvious.Further research indicates that this was part of a "Queer Kiss-in" event

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It's time for another "Super Exciting Amazing Internet Time Waster!" (copyright projectmeaning.com) This is where I come up with a revolutionary (okay...really I'm just aiming for passable) game designed to get you through that particularly long day of sitting in a cubicle pretending to work/ sitting at a desk pretending to listen/ fighting The Man in your own special, passive-aggressive

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When you live in your 1992 van and sleep in a different Walmart parking lot every week, you have to accept that you're going to have some days when you're woken up by cops pounding on your door.When you live in your 1992 van and you're woken up by cops pounding on your door, it's usually a good sign to leave town.When you're leaving town and said town is in the desert, and you live in your 1992

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So I'm sitting in my van, minding my own business, when I hear a group of obnoxiously loud teenagers approach."Have...fun...and...be...safe," one of them reads off of the van with all of the vigor of a dyslexic fourth grader. "What the fuck?"The next thing I hear is a loud splat on the side of the van. Grabbing my shoes, I hop out of the van to see what happened. By the time I do, the group is

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The longest word that I ever made up was not Bittleskilittleshebottleteacup. The craziest word that I ever created was not Mockappleslapplenewalkenberated. The silliest word that I ever designed was not Smegalillegalmaraudinrefined. But the one word I’ve heard that I find quite absurd Worse than blogenschpiel, wooznut, or flockenmeturd, And sillier even than smopacanary, The

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This blog is designed to find the meaning of life by examining the human condition. I'm not saying the meaning of life is necessarily explained through the human condition, but I am not qualified nor adept at analyzing amoebas and I can not contribute intriguing observations on The Big Bang Theory unless we're discussing the CBS sitcom.But human interaction? Generally, I think there is a lot to

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Have you ever gone to a sporting event where you had no rooting interest in either team? It's hard to enjoy.Have you ever gone to a sporting event in Las Vegas where you had no rooting interest in either team? It's very easy to enjoy.You know, unless you like money."They're a lock," my friend Ryan insists, referring to the Brigham Young football team."You like everything Mormon," I respond

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Vegas keeps roping me in.Like a Siren in The Odyssey, Sin City lures me back against my better judgment time and time again, only to punch me in the face harder than Chris Brown doing his best Ike Turner impression.This time, I am invited to attend a college football bowl game between the University of Arizona Wildcats and the Brigham Young Cougars. A bunch of friends from high school, most of

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Disclaimer: The following blog contains adult situations and both mature and immature themes. It may not be suitable reading material for children, teenagers, or Kirk Cameron fans. The views and opinions expressed in this blog are those of Logan Mosier and are not necessarily reflective of the views of projectmeaning.com and its subsidiaries. I have a theory that Youtube.com, despite all of its

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It's been over half a year since I started this project, and I still haven't found the meaning of life.Not only that, but I haven't cured cancer, brokered peace in the Middle East, or even become your next American Idol. Although I was named Time Magazine's person of the year in 2006.So I've got that going for me...which is nice.Anyway, the point is, it's time to step it up. So I'm

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I think my van and I just had an argument.I just got finished playing basketball and headed out to the van so I could transition to Walmart for the night. As I approached the van, I clicked the keyless entry button to unlock it.Nothing. So I try again. Still nothing.No big deal. It's a 1992 GMC Vandura. Asking it not to break down is like asking Mike Tyson not to get a tattoo on his face or

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As always, I have been traveling this fine country searching for the meaning of life and working rigorously to obtain as many educated, well-thought-out, and inspired life perspectives as possible. So without further ado, let me share some with you.Okay, so maybe "working rigorously" was a bit of a stretch.You're welcome, by the way. Any time.I wrote a poem about the mythical "The Thing" after

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Billy Joe Christopher Bobby McCoy Was the biggest and brightest of all Texas boys His parents were prouder than a longhorn in heat Cuz their physical specimen couldn’t be beat. With an arm Smith and Wesson would surely admire He could throw the length of the field and barely perspire Entire teams often would choose to retire When Big Billy McCoy’s eyes would light up with fire. The

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As I huddled in my van, staring out at an ice storm, wondering if I was going to make it through the night, I made myself a promise:"If you live to see the morning," I told myself in a melodramatic tone that would make the cheesiest soap opera star jealous, "Swear to me that you'll write a blog to the millions of children you inspired to travel around the country in vans. If you survive, you

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When I compile my bucket list of things to do before I die, it will include:1. Find the meaning of life.8. See the Arizona Cardinals win the Superbowl.76. Visit Africa.1,456,789,322. Get a colonoscopy.1,456,789,323. Drive through Northern Texas through an ice storm again.The vast majority of the drive through Northern Texas (at least for the route I took) looks like a dried up Kansas. It's

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Driving through Texas, I happened to spot a billboard that I can't get out of my head. Normally, when designing a billboard, the idea is that drivers can't get it out of their heads, but the reason I can't get this particular billboard out of my head is because it haunts me.It is a tapeworm in my brain, a "brainworm" (copyright projectmeaning.com 2009) ingesting the knowledge and rational

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what Mythical, Magical Powerhas Given course to such banality?A Breathing, seething Paradox,Lying in a Pool of His Own Mindafraid of failureterrified of SuccessReaching and Graspingfor Something Tangible,Something Meaningful.finding only life.And in life LoveAnd in love PassionIn passion Purposepurpose turns to Reflectionreflection to Questioningquestioning to Searching.searching for What?life

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Disclaimer: The following blog details my experience doing a ride-along with the City of Phoenix Crisis Response Team. Names have been changed and certain details have been omitted at the request of the Phoenix Fire Department.The greatest tragedies in life are born from silence.Every night, in every greater metropolitan area in America, hundreds of crises are happening. Domestic abuse.

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Getting into Tijuana is easier than getting into Applebee's. Getting out of Tijuana is considerably more difficult; and there is rarely a basket of riblets involved.The only prerequisite to crossing the border to Tijuana is physically being at the border. Short or tall, young or old, fat or skinny, black or white, friendly children's television personality or ruthless terrorist...if you happen

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Disclaimer: The following blog contains adult situations and both mature and immature themes. It may not be suitable reading material for children, teenagers, or Kirk Cameron fans. The views and opinions expressed in this blog are those of Logan Mosier and are not necessarily reflective of the views of projectmeaning.com and its subsidiaries. Some of my friends and family didn't want me to go

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It's hard to find someone who really likes Tijuana. In fact, if someone in your life does really like Tijuana, it might be time to look into staging an intervention.Reactions I got when telling people I was heading to Tijuana ranged from "be careful" to "don't die" to "ewwwwww."One friend told me to enjoy the "river of piss" you must cross to get to the city.Because I'm the kind of guy who can't

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Now that Barack Obama has officially been inaugurated as our 44th President, I thought it would be fitting to honor the moment with a three part series on Tijuana.You may be asking yourself how Tijuana has anything to do with the inauguration of our nation's first African American President. (Yeah, Barack Obama is black, apparently. Who knew? I wish the media would pick up on things like this

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If you've ever doubted yourself, you should know that the Arizona Cardinals are now officially going to the Superbowl. Anything is officially possible.I'm going to type that again, because I still barely believe it myself.The Arizona Cardinals will be playing in the Superbowl!Check back tomorrow for a blog about donkeys, drugs, and the art of avoiding disease.

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Last month, I added car alarms to the growing list of items I am certain have absolutely nothing to do with the meaning of life. The goal is to find meaning by eliminating everything without existential relevance from consideration.Such a list could never be complete without including the bane of my existence, the essence of evil, the condiment that should be condemned...mayonnaise.I can't stand

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There are few things in life as frustrating as driving in Los Angeles.There are more cars on the road than there is room to drive them, every driver is in a rush, and because nobody is moving, everyone on the road is impatient and irritable.On an irritation scale of 1-10, with one being "a vending machine ate my money" and ten being "I'm stuck in Los Angeles traffic," falling down the Grand

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Lately, I've been thinking more about the meaning of death than the meaning of life.As you can probably figure out from my last post, my grandmother passed away on January 2nd. I was very close to her and will miss her very much, but I think I've now had time to play out the grieving process. I'll be staying in Phoenix for another week to be with family, but I'm going to start blogging regularly

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It is grace that though you find yourselfIn a place unknown to your heart and mindYou are home.Surrounded by familySurrounded by warmthBeneath a beaming cross.Four generations have gathered here tonightBroken by your lossBound by your love.Proof that though you are leavingYou will always beAs long as we have breath.Your body betrays you in the final hourBut your spirit remains faithfulYour

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My New Year's resolution this year was going to be to get in better shape, but that's such a cliche that if there were a school full of cliches, all of the other cliches would make fun of that cliche for being such a cliched cliche, to the point that that cliche would lose self confidence, gain weight, and spend every New Year's resolving to get in better shape.So I'm definitely planning on

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I'm unveiling a new type of blog today, one that I'm certain will change the face of the internet as you know it. This is the first in a series I like to call "Super Exciting Amazing Internet Time Wasters."I will be constructing little games designed to pass the time. These are for those days when you're sitting in your cubicle with nothing to distract you from the overwhelming certainty that

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Away in a manger,No crib for His bedThe little Lord JesusLaid down His sweet headThe stars in the bright skyLooked down where He layThe little Lord JesusAsleep on the hayThe cattle are lowingThe poor Baby wakesBut little Lord JesusNo crying He makesI love Thee, Lord JesusLook down from the skyAnd stay by my side,'Til morning is nigh. Be near me, Lord Jesus,I ask Thee to stayClose by me foreverAnd

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Sorry for the dearth of recent blogs. I know that virtually all of my millions and millions of readers rely on these blogs to keep them going through these difficult financial times. Unfortunately, I've had some extenuating circumstances that have prevented me from writing the past few days. Fear not, for I am back. You know, until I'm not. Which might be the case for part of this week as

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The meaning of life.What could it possibly be?Perhaps a haiku.

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It's time to play everybody's favorite game..."How the Hell Did That Happen?"For those of you unfamiliar with the game, here's how it works:I show you a picture of an injury/scar/bruise and then present you with three scenarios. Your job is to guess which scenario is the truth and which two are transparent lies meant to sensationalize the situation. Guess correctly, and you could win a new car!

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In my dogged pursuit of the meaning of life, I've begun compiling a list of things that are undoubtedly not the answer to life's biggest question. It's time for another addition to that list.This one is special, because unlike the first few additions to this list, I have genuine animosity towards the subject at hand. Sure, the others are devoid of higher meaning, but that doesn't mean I have

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When contemplating then relatingThoughts on the meaning of life,One must be careful with his rare bullOr it will bring nothing but Spite.The existential differentialHas potential to be monumental,But be deferential and prudential,Or credentials may as well be confidential.It’s essential to be quint-Essentially it’s meant to be.That the only people who will listenAre ones who already see.See what

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Why?Why are we here?What, given our infinitesimal existence among the greater order of the universe, could our purpose in life possibly be?And what gives the universe meaning in the first place?What is meaning?Is it a word, assigned by the English language to convey an idea of importance, while importance itself is merely a word used to convey an idea?Of what meaning is the English language, or

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Project Meaning does not exist solely in blog form.Ideally, I'd like to turn my experiences with the intriguing individuals I've met along my journey into a documentary as well. I've shot many hours of footage with an eye on sharing some videos on this site, but various factors temporarily slowed that process.I now have three videos on the Project Meaning Youtube page, though one is admittedly

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Some of my finest childhood memories stem from summers spent at my grandparents' cabin in Pine, Arizona.The rustic, isolated cabin in the woods was the perfect background for my first words ("boom" to describe the thunderstorms and "way high" to describe the surrounding trees) as well as my first encounters with hammocks, squirrels, and the unfortunate powers of skunks.Lessons were learned,

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Have you ever seen an oryx?Do you even know what an oryx is?Before you google the word oryx (and we both know that's what you were about to do), let's play a little exercise.Close your eyes. (Figuratively, not literally. I don't write these things in braille.)Let your mind drift. And just imagine.It's night time. You've just eaten dinner and you've sat down to enjoy a nice peaceful evening.

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Let me tell you a taleOf a thing called The Thing,Sit back, let me regaleTrue terror I'll bring.For the thing with The Thing is The Thing never rests.It just lies there in wait so your soul It may test.I encountered The ThingOn a trip to the East,Unaware it would bringA greeting from The Beast.My friend Steve had some landHe wanted me to see.Though the trip was not planned,I chose to agree.But

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I've got a lot of high school wisdom to fit in this third and final post, so let's get straight to it.Ladies and Gentlemen...America's future!In all fairness, I'm reasonably certain that the girl who wrote this was using tongue-in-cheek humor.And if not, well, she'll have developed a healthy alchohol tolerance to prepare her for college.You really can't beat a good Soup Nazi reference.It even

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After speaking to high school students, I have a newfound appreciation for teachers. It's not that the students weren't fun to talk to, just that there were so many of them and so much time to fill. By the end of the day, my throat was so dry that my speaking voice made Phyllis Diller's sound coquettish by comparison.Surprisingly enough (despite my tendency to make Phyllis Diller references)

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One of my high school English teachers recently stumbled upon my book. One of her students, who happens to be the younger brother of a friend of mine, was reading it at school and asked her if she knew me.So she read the book and not only did she resist the urge to grade it with a red-ink pen, she asked me to speak to her classes. With my cousin getting married in my hometown of Phoenix, I

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After concentrating in recent weeks on matters of the un-meaningful (see "tipping, cows" and "limericks, annoying") I thought it might be a nice change of pace to focus on some possible meanings of life.As always, I'm not saying any of these are the meaning of life, I'm just saying I haven't been able to rule them out yet:+ Chance encounters with amazing individuals.+ The smell of a brand new

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Say what you want about living in a van, but it does lead to some pretty spectacular bedroom views. While you're stuck with that view of the neighbor's pool, or the neighbor's trash cans, or the neighbor's illicit affair that only you and your telescope know about, the view out my window can range from the Grand Canyon, to Niagara Falls, to the world famous Tuscaloosa Walmart.In Sedona, Arizona,

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I'll be taking a very brief break from blogging in honor of Thanksgiving weekend. Unless plans change, I'll be back with a new blog on Sunday. Until then, I suggest you check out this link.It changed my life.

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I was all set to write a blog about my trip to Sedona , Arizona when I decided that it was time to shave my beard. I have grown a mountain man beard on this journey, but having the opportunity to visit home in Phoenix, Arizona, I decided it was the perfect time to get rid of the beard and go for the clean cut look.Halfway through shaving, I had an epiphany.What is stopping me from keeping an

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Once again, it's time for everybody's favorite existential exercise, "Eliminating Meanings of Life by Process of Elimination." As always, the goal here is to find the meaning of life by systematically eliminating all of the items, functions, and ideas in society that can't possibly have any higher use.Thus far, we have determined that the meaning of life has absolutely nothing to do with puns,

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For some people, the cup is half full, even when it's empty.The stocky, middle-aged man who approaches me in the Cottonwood Walmart with an excited expression on his face is the kind of guy who cries at a wedding, laughs at a funeral, and eagerly anticipates a trip to the dentist."You can call me Tim from Walmart," the man says with a laugh.Tim laughs a lot these days, but it's really hard to

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The past 48 hours have not been the easiest of my life. They have contained more stress than sleep, more pain than pleasure, and more heartache than happiness.Unfortunately, due to a world wide web time-space continuum (too complicated to explain, but consider Back to the Future Part III if you need a reference point) my current existence and my blog life run two weeks apart. Essentially, the

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Have you ever been so compelled to tell a story that you feel it must be the work of divine intervention?I woke up this morning from a dream so vivid, so unimaginably imaginative, that I immediately ran to the nearest mirror and whispered seductively into it, "I must write you."This story will be my legacy. It will move mountains and flood oceans. Don't be shocked if, while reading the third

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You ever have one of those days when nothing seems to go right?If you haven't, then you should know that everybody in your life hates you.If you have, then maybe you can relate to my day spent driving out of Utah.It is Halloween, and I can't think of a worse place to spend Halloween than in Utah. So the plan is to get to Page, Arizona by evening.I start driving in the morning. Having listened

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I was recently the victim of the nicest vandalism in recorded history.The time: 10:30 PM, the night before Halloween.The place: Orem, Utah; just outside a McDonald's near a Walmart.The plan: Park close to said McDonald's to improve my wireless internet connection, allowing me to watch the end of a Phoenix Suns basketball game.The suspects: Three college-aged Mormon kids.As Shaquille O'Neal

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This is the 100th post to this blog. Apparently, I overestimated my laziness. I'm well over three months into this project, and I'm still going strong. Well, depending on your definition of "strong."To celebrate this (admittedly unimportant) accomplishment, today's blog will be employing a strategy I grew up despising. As an ardent fan of television, I know that nothing is more frustrating

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When you live in your van, sometimes you find yourself in weird places that you can't get out of. In the past three months, I've been stranded in the desert with a car that won't start, stalled on a highway in Oregon with a flat tire, and out of battery power on the Burning Man playa. Now, I'm stuck in Provo, Utah.This time, it's actually not Martin "Van" Buren's fault. It's AT&T's. In

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"Have you been to Yellowstone?" the friendly stranger asks me, calmly sipping on his latte."I just went through there, in fact," I reply, setting down my Yellowstone newspaper and making sure to save the progress on my blog. "It's quite the sight. You're a fan, I assume?""I like it there, but my brother loves it. He lives there. I'm Randy, by the way."Randy is a short man with a bald head

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I am currently riding shotgun on the sixth hour of an eight hour trip to see a friend's new property and enjoy the citizens of a unique small town in New Mexico. That friend, we'll call him Steve because that's his name, is a comedic mastermind on par with yours truly. In other words, he likes fart jokes too.To honor that (and to pass the time) I now present to you a car ride contest as an ode

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Thanks to the tireless work that goes into this blog, we now know that the meaning of life has absolutely nothing to do with pogs, puns, cow-tipping, or the movie Gigli. Eliminating certain possibilities as the meaning of life has been life-affirming for many of you, I'm sure, but it's time to once again focus on items that I'm not yet ready to rule out as the meaning of life.The following are

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I've always known Ron and Polly Toth as two of my mother's best friends.They are also walking contradictions.They met in Germany while Ron was serving in the military and Polly was teaching grade school to military children. They married each other in Switzerland less than two years after meeting, but are still happily married forty years later.They live in Utah, yet remain loyal democrats,

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Park City, Utah is a popular vacation destination and second home location for well-to-do skiers and film enthusiasts. The town hosts the Sundance film festival every year and offers fantastic skiing for people who don't mind spending seven figures for below average houses."Now that Aspen has been taken over by the billionaires," Ron tells me, "Park City is where all of the millionaires come."

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Riding in a car makes me nauseous.Driving a car isn't a problem. Flying is easy. The tallest, fastest, loopiest roller coaster in the world doesn't faze me for a second. But stick me in the passenger's seat of a Honda Civic for an hour and I turn green.So when Ron tells me to jump in the car for a trip to the Great Salt Lake, I am not exactly chomping at the bit. It's not that I don't want to

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Downtown Salt Lake City is bought and paid for by the Mormon Church. Well, not all of it, but a great deal of the interior part of the city is covered by places of worship, church offices, and a disproportionate amount of religious statues.That said, I must say I like what they've done with the place.Salt Lake City is an interesting area, with older rundown buildings blending seamlessly with a

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After unnecessarily traveling out of the way to stay at the Logan Walmart, I head down to Salt Lake City. Two of my mother's closest friends, Ron and Polly, happen to live there and, having already met up with them on my way through Calgary, I eagerly anticipate having a place to sleep inside.Ron and Polly are big fans of the Olympics. They have amassed quite the collection of Olympic pins and

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Martin "Van" Buren is now covered in signatures. It's not far from the time when people will have to start signing on the roof for lack of space, causing some kid to fall off of the roof, breaking his arm and causing him to sue me for all of my earthly possessions, which is, ironically, pretty much just the van.In honor of my van continuing to resemble the cast on a third grader's broken arm,

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It's time for another blog where I narrow down the meaning of life by eliminating one theory at a time. If I keep writing one of these blogs every couple weeks for the next three trillion years or so, this process should lead to a definitive conclusion to the ultimate existential query.Of course, that's assuming I make no mistakes, a difficult task to maintain for two trillion years, let alone

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I didn't want to write this blog.Not this blog in general. I very much enjoy discussing every day existentialism as it relates to moose rides, vomit, and feline AIDs. (If you don't read the blog regularly, it is probably best for your sanity that you ignore the previous sentence).I didn't want to write a blog about the subject I am about to discuss. You see, on my way from Idaho to Salt Lake

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