Beloved Church President, Gordon B. Hinckley, dies at 97
27 January 2008
President Gordon B. Hinckley, who led The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints through twelve years of global expansion, has died at the age of 97.
President Hinckley was the 15th president in the 177-year history of the Church and had served as its president since 12 March 1995.
The Church president died at his apartment in downtown Salt Lake City at 7:00 p.m. Sunday night from cause’s incident to age. Member of his family were at his bedside. A successor is not expected to be formally chosen by the Church’s Quorum of the Twelve Apostles until after President Hinckley’s funeral within the next few days.
(NewsRoom from the Church of Letter Day Saints)
My Roommate The Poet
My roommate Devin Davis likes to write a lot. He wrote two books already…
Although those books are fantasy he also likes to write poems… and some of them are published and criticized in this web page.
One of them got to be the number one in that category: Enjoy
- Writing: Poetry: Finding love
by Devin Davis
A pauper stood ‘mong statues grand, each one worth more than kings.
T’were statues of the ones most fair, the rarest of all things.
In granite, marble, other stones like alabaster rose,
Stood maidens frozen for all time within their serene pose.
“These carvings are my finest,” said the sculptor to the serf.
“They represent the figures that so many men find worth.
I give you one, the one you wish. Among these you may choose.
See the one your heart wants most. I leave you to peruse.”
The poor man nimbly stepped toward the first one, the most near.
He saw her dress, her shapely crown. He saw her shoes glass-clear.
“Cinderella at her ball seems to have heavy feet,
Anxious to impress her prince before they even meet.
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All I want’s a poor girl dancing freer than the breeze.”
Cinderella’s figure cracked and broke as he pressed on.
And others statues like her fell, the floor they fell upon.
The pauper saw another girl with hair a mile long.
“Rapunzel sang and sang to draw a prince near with her song.
Blonde hair and a song are not the things I find sublime,
But brown hair, laughter, gentle voice until the end of time.”
Rapunzel and some others split and fell upon the floor.
Simply not the one for him, just like the ones before.
He moved past porc’lain slippers, finest jewels and flowing gown.
He did not find a match for him, and in his heart, a frown.
“All these waited for a prince to ride upon his steed,
To save them from where’er they were, the one way to succeed.
I am not a prince,” said he. “A lowly man am I.”
He hung his head in sorrow, and a tear fell from his eye.
“Do not give up,” the sculptor cried. The pauper turned to see.
“Tho almost all the statues fell, there still remain these three!”
The clothes were ordinary, but the dames were radiant yet.
Three dames, three faces, three people the pauper felt he’d met.
Not blue eyes, not brown eyes,
But something in between.
‘Tween blue eyes and brown eyes,
“My fav’rite shade of green!”
The pauper proached the center dame awkwardly as he moved.
The others crumbled as they fell and from sight were removed.
He gazed upon his choice, his love, the last one of the three.
He turned back to the sculptor, “The middle one’s for me.”
The pauper looked into the eyes of such a pristine dame
As eyes looked back upon him, and skin the stone became.
The magic of the story is the pauper, plain and small,
Came to find the perfect one, the fairest of them all.
Getting old yet young
Sal Lake City
Symptoms that I don’t belong to this generation anymore:
.When you played the song “November Rain” people ask you “What is that?”
.And when you tell them that is a song from the Guns N’ Roses they ask you “Who?”
.That when you walked in to a classroom they think you are a professor
.People started calling me “Sr.”
Maybe it is something that happens to everybody but lately I am realizing how old in fat I am.
Salt Lake City Capitol: Open House
I went to the capitol city of Salt lake City… I like it but it wasn’t anything to be impress with.
to see the pics click here.
Volley Pool
Ok people get ready for a new game…
I patented this game already…it’s called the volley-pool (or if you prefer: The Hernan game)
GENESIS (Intro)
When I was in ‘San Diego’ we went to play pool also and surprisingly enough I sucked… And when you are not good at something the game itself became boring to you… right?
Here (in Salt Lake) my roommates got a pool table and always are asking me to play… but I always told them that I don play ‘pool.’ “Pool is for losers”
After the San Diego embarrassment I decided to practice shooting trying to avoid hitting some balls and getting them in the holes.
One time I was practicing and Jon (my room-roommate) walked in while I was “playing” and asked me what I was doing.
I didn’t want him to think I am such a loser (“A guy who can not play pool does not deserves to live” I heard to say once)
So I started to make up a story that I invented a new game… and he got interested so He asked “Oh yeah? What game?”
I didn’t know what to say so I said the first thing that came to my mind: “Volley”… (Don’t ask why)
What?
“Volley pool” (and that’s how it was born)
EXODUS
Like if I actually was talking about a real game I started explaining him the rules of the game… and he loved it.
And so here it is: Ladies and gentlemen, I am delighted to introduce to you the game that will revolutionize the pool bars in the entire world: Volley-pool.
COMMANDMENTS
1- Line up Seven balls in both sides of the table.
2- The black ball is located in the center of the table while the white ball stays in the side of the “team” who stars first.
3- One side of the table belongs to team A, while the other side belongs to team B: both teams are trying to empty their side of the field whether pushing the balls to the other side or putting them on the holes.
4- The last ball will be the black one and has to be entered in the winning team side and on the two holes of the end of the table only.
5- If the ball enters in any other hole the team loses
6- The middle line is neutral: so if any ball stops in the line it belongs to both teams.
7- If the black ball enters in any hole before all the balls of the team’s side are out…that team loses.
8- If the white balls goes out the other team can decide where to put the ball in their side to start again.
9- There is no punishment if the ball of the other team gets in the whole.
10- The game starts with the players switching sides. For example if team B starts the game they would shoot the white ball first, but the balls of team A would be blocking it so Team B should try to hit their balls with out touching A balls.
LEVITICUS
My friend Levi (Dave). made up some new ways to set the balls making it a little harder (those are called the levels two and three of the game)
The game has three levels of difficulty:
A) The harder one is putting the balls how you would put volley ball players in the field… three in the front, three in the back…
B) The mild one is lining all up in one line with a space of two balls between each other…
C) The easy one is lining them up in lines also but all together.
NUMBERS
We had two Volley pool parties already and anyone who plays it loved it. So we are 9 in this house plus all the people who came to play …we where like 20 people in total playing this game.
The game seems complicated but is easy, fun and addictive… So enjoy the Hernan game…I mean Volley pool.
CHRINICLES…
The January Of Life
My own 2008
This is my first week of my own 2008… so far so good.
I just came from a relaxing vacation in Southern California, getting ready for my last 2 classes in college and my new job.
The only thing missing is my family. However, friends are my extended family here.
Testimony Meeting
In a few min I am going to church… I wasn’t being so good in this of going to church and such, but I guess it would be a nice way to start my year: Recognizing that I can’t make it on my own.
I am like a revel sheep, always trying to walk on the edge of a cliff.
I’ll do better
OK
Hey… I am trying my new English-only blog… for you who loves reading stories of me.
DID YOU KNOW?
XO in Spanish and Portuguese sounds like ‘Sho’ which is a TM of the Argentine accent; YO (which means ‘me’ or ‘I’)
I am an Argentine, and Argentines are known for being self-centered. You get it? Self-centered, equals ‘me,’ equals (in Spanish) ‘yo,’ equals (Phonetically speaking) ’sho,’ (in an Argentine accent) equals XO.
SO what I a trying to say is that the posts in this blog are all chronicles of me…
ps: Since I am not self centered (but yes Argentine) this blog is going to be centered in all what is around me (not just on me)… so maybe I should call it Planet(a) XO because of the orbit.. you know…
