I liked this part the best:

“We have been growing EventDay totally organically, it’s all our own money. So every single decision we make, it’s not for anything other than does it work, is it efficient, what’s the impact on our wallet…”

Long live bootstrapping entrepreneurs.

And Pirates.

Added: check out this cool new 3d stuff one of my friends is doing for Disney.

Photo Credit

When you grow up you tend to get told the world is the way it is and you’re life is just to live your life inside the world. Try not to bash into the walls too much. Try to have a nice family, have fun, save a little money.

That’s a very limited life. Life can be much broader once you discover one simple fact: Everything around you that you call life was made up by people that were no smarter than you and you can change it, you can influence it, you can build your own things that other people can use.

Once you learn that, you’ll never be the same again.

Thanks Steve.

Mary Beth Orvin

1928 ~ 2011

St. George, Utah – Mary Beth Orvin passed away November 3, 2011. She was born November 4, 1928 in Provo, Utah . Daughter of D. Henry Jones and Anna LaVern Duncan. She married Harry Stephen Orvin, her high school sweetheart, October 13, 1947 in the Salt Lake LDS Temple.

An active member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, she served in many capacities as Relief Society President, Young Woman‘s President, Secretary in all Organizations, Den Leader, Liberian, Stake and Ward Extraction Coordinator and other callings. She served with her husband in the England Bristol Mission and the Manila Philippines Mission, also as Stake missionaries and temple workers.

Mary is survived by her husband, Harry Stephen Orvin, St.George; one son, Russell Jay Orvin, St. George; two daughters, Claudia Hansen-Johnson, St. George and Marsha Kimberlin, Snowflake, Arizona; a brother, Jack D. Jones, Orem; 22 grandchildren; and 41 great-grandchildren. She was preceded in death by her parents; her brother, Floyd Jones; and three sisters, Helen Hull, Elva Stuart and Olive Gillespie Haueter.

The family wishes to give special thanks to Dixie Hospice Care and the special care given by Pauline, Cindy, Dr. Hagen, Dr. Steve Pennman and Dr. Scott Smith.

Funeral services will be held Monday, November 7, 2011 at 11:00 a.m. at the Morningside LDS Stake Center, 900 South River Road, St. George, Utah. Visitations will be held Sunday evening from 6:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. at Metcalf Mortuary, 288 West St. George Blvd. and on Monday, prior to services, from 9:30 a.m. to 10:30 a.m. at the Stake Center. Interment will follow at the St. George City Cemetery.

Obituary published in the Daily Herald — I figured I might as well publish it here since I spent the weekend at the funeral. Love you Granny – You and Grandpa are two of my heros.

After living in the ‘burbs for most of my adult life, earlier this year I moved to Downtown Phoenix.

Stuff happens here that doesn’t happen in *SoChan.

What kind of stuff?

Stuff like better places to eat (not kidding), random gunfire (again, not kidding), an iPhone app that tells you awesome things to do (still not kidding), farmer’s markets, concerts, tons of coffee shops that aren’t Starbucks and – as of last night – protests.

With the Ghetto Bird whirling around where I could see it, last night the Po-Po had to (got to?) arrest a bunch of people who were “occupying” a nearby park.

Photo Credit: @maurowhiteman

The word on Twitter was that maybe even the Mayor would join in and get himself arrested.

As far as I know, that didn’t happen.

And after seeing much of the “protest” first-hand, the most accurate description / journalism coverage of it all seemed to come from The Downtown Devil and not from the “mainstream media“.

Occupy Phoenix 2011.

I get a front row seat to watch it play out – regardless of what happens.

*South Chandler

I wish I could do this at 4am with my friends.

Maybe it’s me … or maybe it’s them.

See more amazing by following ‘em on Twitter:

@TimeFlies

or

TimeFliesMusic.com.

Moral of the story?

Be great. People will find you.

Hey, check it out – my mom started blogging before she died!

Yes, I was the 6 year old.

One day I will never forget …

I sent you and Jason down the country road to get your babysitter. There were no houses between our house and hers and I could see you about half way there. Clinton was asleep and I decided to run upstairs and clean the bathroom. As I was cleaning a thought came to me that I should go downstairs and look out the window. I kept cleaning. I was almost finished I thought and I just saw the boys, they were fine. The thought would not leave me, so I went downstairs.

Just as I looked out the window, I saw a truck hit you.

You rolled and then up you went running toward home. An older man was chasing you and caught you. I was running toward you and heard the man yelling CALL AN AMBULANCE.

I ran inside and could not even think. Shaking so hard I dialed the hospital in Driggs and told them we needed an ambulance.

There were no cell phones then but I knew your dad was in Tetonia finishing a job and called there and told the person to tell Leon his son had been hit by a truck and meet me at the hospital. They said they would try to find him.

I ran back outside just as the old man laid you down on our sidewalk.

Get towels.

Hurry.

Where is the ambulance?

When I returned with the towels and saw what had happened to my Justin, I thought I would faint.

Your forehead was smashed in on one side and your eye was bulged out and there was blood everywhere. The old man said Youll have to drive us to the hospital NOW.

Right, I thought.

I grabbed the keys and got behind the wheel.

The old man held you tight and had pressure on the wound to try and stop the bleeding. I drove fast to town and when we arrived at the hospital they were waiting for you.

Driggs was just a little hospital and you were left on a gurney waiting to be put in the ambulance when your dad arrived. He was full of adrenalin. First thing he did was remind you that you were told never to go in the road. Told you a few other things and then just cried and told you how much he loved you. He gave you a priesthood blessing and they put you and me in the ambulance to go to Idaho Falls Hospital.

Leon said he would catch up with us. He went home to change and get cleaned up. Before we arrived to Idaho Falls which was an hour and a half away your dad had caught up with us. I was so happy to see him.

You were seen by the doctor and by then it was late at night by now and we were so tired and worried about you. After the exam and cat scan the Dr. told us you would need to have surgery. Your forehead bone had been broken and pushed into your brain. A very large blood clot had formed because of the time in traveling. He didnt know what would be effected by the trauma to the brain.

They took you into surgery right away.

Across the river from the hospital was a hotel that we went to. We called Grandma and Grandpa Orvin who lived in Mesa, AZ at the time and told them all that had happened. The Dr. told us to get a good nights rest because after the surgery they would have you intensive care. He was sure it would be mid morning before you even woke up and we could see you then.

I cried, your dad was so tender, too. What a horrible thing to have happened to our little boy. Leon assured me you were a tough little kid and everything would be fine. The phone rang at our hotel room and it was Grandpa Orvin. He asked if we could pick up Grandma at the airport in a few hours – she was on her way!

Grandma was an angel. No matter what ever happened she was our moral support. Grandpa and Grandma Orvin love you as much as I do. We had a king size bed for the 3 of us. I slept in the middle with Leon on one side and Grandma on the other.

It was a funny night for all of us as we lay there talking and crying and assuring each other.

The phone rang about 2am and Leon answered. It was ICU at the hospital. They said that Justin was awake sitting up in bed and wanted to see his daddy. We could not believe it! You did so well thru the surgery.

The next morning when Grandma and I got to the hospital you were wheeling around in a wheel chair. The Dr. told us he thought you were one lucky boy. He didnt think any damage had been done to the brain. The piece of bone on your forehead that was broken was removed. This meant in about 6 months you would have to have another surgery to put an artificial piece of bone in your forehead to protect your brain.

He gave strict instructions not to have you rough house or hit the place where he took out the bone. Leon took Grandma Orvin home with him to Driggs and she tended Jason and Clinton so Leon could work.

I stayed at the hospital with you for a few more days.

When we got home Mrs. Hillman came to visit and brought you a football helmet to wear for protection. She had several boys and knew youd love to wear one of their helmets. Im sure that was a blessing because I just couldnt see you not rough housing with Jason for 6 months. Let me tell you, it was a long 6 months watching over you! Your second surgery was done by a plastic surgeon. It went well and you were all fixed up ready to be normal again.

Mom, thanks for writing all of this stuff down!

Justin