Saturday, October 24, 2015

My Top 12 Favorite Songs for Running in the Morning


I've seen many an inquiry post -- or "survey" post could be another way of looking at it -- where a person asks: "Hey, friends! I'm seeking some fresh new ideas for a running playlist! What are some of your favorite songs to run to?"

I enjoy contributing to these types of threads, because: I like running; I like having running playlists; I like the songs that I like; and although I don't expect many people to like a certain population of the songs that I like, I do believe that there's a good chance that many people would agree that many of the songs that I like are indeed quite lovely, and so... I recommend such songs!

Here are TWELVE of my favorite songs to run to -- particularly to do half marathons to (I have a half marathon coming up in a week, and I've been mentally/musically preparing for it anyway, and so I thought, Why not share some song suggestions with the world?):

ONE
"Move Away" - The Killers
Any time I am asked to give some "pump-up" song suggestions, this Killers b-side gem is unfailingly one of the first jams to come to mind. Everything about it just screams to me (in a pleasant way that I welcome with all that I am): "Get your keester DOWN that mountain and over to that thar FINISH LINE, you CHAMP!!!"

TWO
"Reckoner" - Radiohead
I admit it: I am a Radiohead fan. Sometimes. Not all the time. Sometimes it's too much for me. But there are two Radiohead albums that I'm a big fan of. One is OK Computer, and the other is In Rainbows. "Reckoner" comes from the latter. Like I said, sometimes a Radiohead song can be too much craziness for some folks' tastes, but several Radiohead songs can be quite pretty, and I think "Reckoner" is a superb mixture of rhythm and real beauty.

THREE
"Hound Dog" - Elvis Presley
This 1956 recording is, simply put, the diggity of all bombs. I never not have suuuuch a fun time listening to this rockin' ditty, whether I'm running, driving, dancing, cleaning house, whatever!

FOUR
"Fields of Gold" - Sting
Pure honesty right here: One of the sweetest feelings my soul has ever, ever, ever felt was when I was approaching Mile 3 of the Summer 2015 Bryce Canyon Half Marathon, and it was early in the morning, and I was watching the rising sun take a peek over the tops of the surrounding cliffs high above me as I trotted my way through the gorgeously picturesque National Park, and "Fields of Gold" by Sting was playing on my machine. Fields of gold, sunshine of gold. PERFECTION.

FIVE
"Ballrooms of Mars" - T. Rex
This is a relatively new favorite that I added to my library not exactly an extremely long time ago... I haven't actually run to this song yet in my life, but next weekend I'm pretty sure I will not be neglecting it. It must needs be that it becomes a race companion for me.

SIX
"Track 4" - Sigur Rรณs
You may be starting to get the hint that I am a major advocate for slower, relaxing beats for my foot races. For me, soothing songs just fit the glorious foliage and scenery so incredibly well, and it's gentle for the gentle shades and tints of morning. Especially when I have no idea what the singers are saying...

SEVEN
"Gangnam Style" - PSY
Speaking of foreign-speaking singers, how about we talk a little bit about the first video in Internet history ever to reach 1 billion views (it's at 2.4 billion now). Very...um...interesting video, indeed, but this song was actually the theme song of me and two of my friends, for our Halloween Half Marathon back in the year...um...2013? 2012? Why don't I remember the year? It's not like it was that long ago! Guys, I think I'm getting old... *Op, Op, Op, Op, Oppan Gangnam styyyyle!!!*
This was probably somewhere around Mile 7 of my first half marathon.
We did the Gangnam Style dance practically all the way down the canyon. Yup.

EIGHT
"Hombre Religioso (Religious Man)" - Mister Loco
Speaking of theme songs, let us now discuss a smidgen about this absolutely FABULOUS Nacho Libre theme song, which truly does have the capability of giving me eagle powers when I run. It is a song that gives me nutrients. I think that much of the magic lies in the fact that its tempo is always uncannily in perfect sync with the speed of my feet.

NINE
"Everlasting Light" - The Black Keys
Another one of my favorite feel-good songs that is also very often in perfect sync with my feet's movements.

TEN
"Sara" - Starship
Sara is the name of one of my best friends, with whom I have shared most of my race days in these recent years. I've run most of my half marathons with her. Or sometimes I'll have a race in one canyon over *here* and then after I'm done with that, I'll drive over to where she's about to finish her race over *there* and I will cheer for her. This positively outstanding 80's classic always reminds me of her and how she's actually the main person who got me interested in running in the first place.

ELEVEN
"Intro" - The xx
Um, this one is just rad, and I don't know what else to say about it. I don't really have many words for it, it's just that good. Sometimes I repeat it thrice because it's never long enough. (Well, actually, I think there's maybe the option for a 4-hour version or a 10-hour version -- Whaaaat!?!? -- so I'll just stick with the 2-minute version. That'd be okay.)

TWELVE
"Suiren - A Water Lily" - Jia Peng Fang
Saving what's possibly the loveliest for last. Seriously, it doesn't matter one bit who you are, you will find radiance in this song. Ethereal, indeed.

And there you have it. My Top 12 Fav Running Songs.
You can take em' or leave 'em. :)

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Possibly the One and Only Political Blog Post I Will Ever Write

GROWING ADULTIER AND ADULTIER BY THE SECOND

What constitutes the "turning point" for a person, when they officially truly become an adult? Could there be one (could there be several)?

For me, my turning point may have been my 22nd birthday, which is the day I graduated from college, and realized that, from then on, I'd be a woman of the working world.

Soon after graduating, I did indeed begin my life as a full-time worker. I started getting real-life regular pay stubs. I began noticing on those pay stubs, with my own two eyes, that portions of my pay were indeed going straight to the federal and state governments for taxes. I was getting W-2 forms every year, and was taking responsibility for those and with those in-hand each tax season. I was signing up for stuff like retirement plans, healthcare plans, and car insurance. I bought a car, and owned it long enough to even pay it completely off. It still runs nicely today.

I freakishly got abnormally ecstatic when I arrived at a point where home utilities accounts were all under my name. Paying bills. Does it get much adultier than that!? Dahahah.

POLITICS? ME? SAY WHAAA?

I still kind of think of myself as a kid. "Twenty-two years old" was kind of a long time ago, but I still don't feel very old. (Okay, I guess 22 wasn't all that long ago.) A small handful of years after 22 -- just a measly four years ago -- I felt I had reached a whole new, different level of adulthood: I suddenly began actually caring about politics.

Which seems somewhat contradictory to what my attitude towards politics was when I was a more youthier youth. Back in those olden days (as far as Alisonian historic timeline is concerned), I was frankly disinterested in politics. They made not much sense, and they seemed boring. All that politicians ever said was precisely what Charlie Brown's teachers only said.

But four years ago, I was a young working woman living in a fun apartment complex in a college town, and so I was surrounded by fun and happy college kids all the time. These were and are still great friends of mine. I think my being immersed in their company on a continual basis caused for some of their brightness and brilliance to rub off on me. I feel smarter and more aware of the world around me because I grew together with them.

One day I was at home in the complex, and something whispered to me in my brain: "Hey, you'd probably really enjoy watching the presidential candidate debate tonight on TV..." And I was like, "Yeah!" And then, out of the blue, I got promptly invited by a friend to go watch the debate in their apartment. And it was like, Whoa! For sure! I was just thinking not even one nanosecond ago that I would LOVE to watch it! A debate-viewing party? This will be purrrrrrrfect! And four years later -- this year -- I am absolutely LOVING watching the debates AGAIN.

SO......WHAT IN THE HECK, EH!?

So what the heck is up with me? What got me started on this "I-heart-politics" path? (To clarify, it is not a craze for me, but it is a healthy real interest. There's a difference.) Why is it that I am frequently catching myself saying that the 2016 Presidential Debate is my favorite TV show?

I'm pretty sure it's because I have now realized in myself that my understanding of the significance of my United States citizenship is much more solid than it ever was in my youthier youth. It's because I get it now, differently from how I thought I "got" it previously. I may not currently "get it" as much as I have potential to "get it" in the future; I have room to grow and much more to learn. But I do get it fairly decently at the moment. I'm beginning to see how I, as an American, fit into America, and how the way America is run affects me.

To those of you who may be reading this, who do not currently believe that you matter all that much in the grand scheme of this nation and the way it runs and is governed, I urge you to reconsider and really think through things. You do matter, and so elections should matter to you. We should care and show concern. As we are officially in this pre-election season, full of broadcast debates and interviews and speeches, etc., brought to you by the candidates themselves, we have tons of opportunity to study up on candidates and figure out for ourselves which ones' values and opinions jive the best with ours.

REGARDING THE DEBATES

If the case is that all of the gazillions of gallons of mega-crazy U.S. issues swirling around all over the country and across the seas cause your noggin to desperately doggy-paddle in a whirlpool of helplessness, and you really just don't know how to take it all in... Well, then... I'm pretty much just like you.

But the cool thing about the Presidential Debates is that multiple confusing hot-topic mega-crazy issues get lassoed together into one spot, and they get discussed in short, concise, and fairly-easy-to-comprehend sentences. The issues get tidied up and get displayed fairly neatly in a row on a figurative shelf. And to me, that's a refreshing way to take a gander at the issues. My thought processes regarding the issues feel less chaotic, and...well, it's just bueno.

Back to the gazillions of gallons in swirly form, though:

The news -- the media -- while often is fairly interesting to me, is far more often just...jumbled. It throws itself into the faces of everybody watching, from up above and down below; from here, there, and everywhere, night and day. The media tries to yank us from the "left" and from the "right," like a tireless tug-of-war; both sides scoop up the mud from the tug-of-war battleground and fiercely chuck it across the arena with deliberate aim.

And in the debates, I am noticing, the same sort of mud-chucking happens between individual candidates, including from the Republican side of the playing field, to the Democratic side, and back again (and back again). It's a funny little cycle. While the 2016 Presidential Debates are basically my favorite things to watch on the telly, I still think the whole atmosphere of the debates is an eensy bit goofy... (But I guess, perhaps, I may just be comparing the atmosphere to that of my former days of being on my high school's U.S. Government "We the People" debate team; whenever we had something to say, we simply just calmly placed our hand on the table, palm down.)

Sometimes a Presidential Debate is similar to a hothead game show. Sometimes it almost reminds you of a handful of tantrum-throwing tiny miniature humans who are the middle of undergoing their terrible-twos...

Common example: one candidate is speaking passionately, with flames coming out of their mouth, pointing a finger at another candidate (and they've not unlikely gone over their answer-giving time limit), and the candidate they're referring to is actually standing right there right next to them...and that candidate, with equally-fiery defensive catlike reflexes says, "Wai-wai-wai-wait!!!! HOLD the phone. Hold it. Now that's just not right..." They interject/interrupt relentlessly the best they know how.

I confess, I too would be a relentless interrupter in front of a nationwide audience of millions, if a fellow debater were boldly and/or boisterously claiming something about me that just wasn't true. I wouldn't stand for it.

But that's just the thing... That's one of the numerous factors that make the Presidential Debates so intriguing to me. Some audience members say that one candidate is lying through their teeth, while others believe every word proceeding forth from that candidate's mouth. So-and-so can make a "false claim" about so-and-so, but is that claim, in actuality, downright false? It's likely that both truths and (shall we say) half-truths are zooming and zipping across those Presidential Debate stages, and I personally find the mystery quite interesting.

OUR JOB

But because there is mystery, there also has to be caution on the part of U.S. citizens -- the normal, everyday Americans. You and me. We're probably not ever going to be perfect at this -- and that is perfectly okay -- but we need to put these candidates under real scrutiny. In whatever ways we can, we need to try looking into what they're really saying and thinking. We need to think for ourselves, and be very wary of falling into what I believe is a strange yet super-existent trap of a not-thinking-for-ourselves mentality that yields to giving media and gargantuan societal forces full control of the reigns of our political conscience. Whoa. Did I really just write that sentence? Never before has any sentence like that emerged from the joint powers of my brain and phalanges. I don't even know if it makes any sense. It kinda maybe does, though... If not, dear reader, well then...just move right along to the next paragraph or something.

MY FAVORITE DEBATE TAKEAWAYS

In case there is any air that could use some clearing, here goes: No, don't worry, I do not think mostly chaos of the Presidential Debates; Yes, I do detect soberness in them, and I do discover wholesomely profound takeaways to place into my pocket and carry around with me.

My favorite candidates, who happen to be the ones I wouldn't mind having as my next President of the United States, are ones who show fabulous class and deep respect for many, and it actually shows in their faces, in their demeanor, and in the way they talk to and look at the people with whom they are sharing the stage. I naturally pay a tremendous amount of attention to this kind of thing. For me, it's not just about the stuff they're saying; it's got sooooo much to do with the unspoken things -- the nonverbal communication. A person can convey his or her spoken words in whatever costume he or she wants to. But body language? All the nonverbal communicating that we all do? That is heaps harder to control, because most of the time, nobody even realizes what they're doing as they're doing it (nonverbally communicating, which actually comprises 80-90% of all communicating that a human does).

So yeah, much of why I admire my favorite candidates as much as I do, lies in the fact that I believe I can sense their genuineness in their...well...I guess you could say "aura." In their "air." It is also these people whose values and opinions align the best with mine, and they share these values, opinions, and plans in dignified tones and manners. It also so happens that these particular candidates, I have noticed, do a very minimal amount of mudslinging (well, maybe there's such thing as "defensive mudslinging," for every now and then I think I've noticed that my favorites have, in fact, had cause to stoutly put their foot down in some instances). What's most important on their agendas is that they propose solutions to the actual problems that are facing and infiltrating the nation.

I'm gonna come out and say it shamelessly (for there honestly is no shame in it): I am a Republican. I vote Republican. I know that a lot of Republicans like to chuck mud at Democrats, and Democrats like to chuck mud at Republicans. If you think that can be denied, well, think again.

(Side Note: Here's something from my heart's bottom, though: I personally don't wish to be a mud-flinger. I get a funny taste in my mouth anytime I even start to think about flinging some. I get a funny taste in my mouth anytime I see or hear a vicious flinging in person or via the interwebs/radio/TV/written publications and periodicals. I'm far more inclined to promote candidates I admire, than to demote candidates whom I don't admire quite as much.)

THE STYLE I'M TRYING TO DEVELOP

As a Republican, especially during this pre-election season at-hand, I am trying to make it a point to not just get myself involved in learning about my Republicans. I am trying to also learn for myself about who these Democrats are. I watched the first Democratic Presidential Debate from a few days ago. I did so, because: A) like I said before, the 2016 Presidential Debates are my favorite TV show, whether it's the elephants' turn or the donkeys' turn; and B) I wanted to carefully listen to what the Democrats have to say, and try to gain understandings as to where the different Democratic candidates are coming from on all the mega-crazy issues.

Why do I want to gain these understandings of members from a party different from my own? Because I want to humanize them. I think there's a great deal of dehumanizing in politics, as I may have been able to explain previously a little bit.

During the Democratic debate, I heard the words (and I paraphrase): "The Republicans are demonizing immigrants." And during the Republican debates, I heard stuff like, "Hillary this and Hillary that, la la la, Trump this and Trump that, la la la..." The overall intention may be to uncover what's wrong in a helpful manner, but from my perspective, it sometimes can come across as dehumanizing.

And I want to humanize. While my viewpoints on several "mega-crazy" issues may differ either slightly or significantly from the viewpoints of several of the candidates -- Republican and Democrat alike -- my goal and hope is to be able to remember, as often as I can, that not everybody thinks the same way and has the same ideas as I do, and that's perfectly okay, because not everybody is the same. It's diversity. It's part of what makes the human race a beautiful thing.

As I've been attempting to gain understanding in various candidates whom I wish to understand better, I am pleased to report that, so far, I am succeeding. I think it is sometimes easy for a person to "dehumanize" someone else whose political opinions aren't the same as theirs, or even virtually opposite of theirs.

Allow me to boldly declare, however, that I do believe and KNOW that there are indeed cases where a political opinion or policy is definitely not good and not right. It very much is important to stand up against that which is blatantly wrong where-and-when possible.

In general, however (back to my goal of gaining understanding in candidates), I am liking how my chosen debate-watching style is potentially helping me to channel that into my everyday life, in the sense that it may be aiding me in trying to see things from the different perspectives of the people I know and spend my time with on a regular basis. 

Many of my friends for sure see things differently from the way that I do. And to be honest, every once in a while, that fact can kind of ruffles my feathers. But my Presidential-Debate-watching style is helping me to remember that these people are still my friends and are extremely great people, and they are humans just as I am a human.

And there ya go. I am done now. Good night/day!

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Brain Hurricane: A Swarm of Thoughts on the Light of Christ

This was the "NASA Image of the Day" a few days ago. NASA's caption for it was: NASA astronaut Scott Kelly captured this photograph from the International Space Station on Oct. 7, 2015. Sharing with his social media followers, Kelly wrote, "The daily morning dose of #aurora to help wake you up. #GoodMorning from @Space_Station! #YearInSpace"

Due to my weekly Mormon Tabernacle Choir "work schedule" every Sunday, circumstances demand that I attend my regular church services on Sunday afternoons. I heard about a midsingles ward that sounded really good to me. Several of my best single MoTab friends attend it and say they love it, and so I decided I should check it out.
(I think "midsingles" is possibly a pretty-much exclusively LDS/Mormon term. What a midsingles ward is, is a church congregation whose population is unmarried people who are between the ages of 31 and 45. Psst...am I right on that? The max age is 45, yeah?)
I'm not 31 yet; I still have a little while to go till I get there. However, I am relatively close to getting there, and so when I visited the midsingles ward today, I felt at home, especially when I already seemed to know like 40 people there. I'll most likely be attending that ward more often from now on, since it meets at a perfect time for me each Sunday, and that's where oodles of mis amigos are.
Typically once a month, an LDS congregation has this thing called a testimony meeting. What happens is -- there's a significant amount of set-aside time for members of the congregation to come to the pulpit or take the microphone and share their sincere testimonies and heartfelt feelings about the Savior Jesus Christ and Heavenly Father.
As I said before, I know a lot of people who attend that ward. One gal I know and love walked up to the pulpit and started sweetly talking about what was in her heart. Halfway into listening to her, *BOOM!* a thought hit me (not a painful *boom*, for it felt kind of nice). Something whispered to my brain, Alison, you'd better write this down. And so I did:
Why is it, when another person reaches out to you, lifts you up, helps you feel better, that you feel like Deity loves you? It is because the Light of Deity is inside each person, glowing particularly brightly in the person who lovingly reaches out.
I'm pretty darn sure this wasn't the specific topic my friend was presently touching on at the pulpit. Sometimes when you're listening to a person's motivational or inspired message, it opens the mental or spiritual door for something  else totally different to speak its message to you. It's kind of like you've stopped hearing the words coming out of your friend-at-the-pulpit's mouth; however, hearing the words coming out of their mouth seems to be the just-right thing to do the trick of enabling you to experience what turns out to be a fabulous thought-explosion.
One thought about what I jotted down as the "Light of Deity" led to another thought, which led to another, then to another, so on and so forth. I found myself flipping through the pages of the Doctrine & Covenants. I searched for a plethora of particular verses that I knew were there. I found them. Read them. They were in different spots throughout the book. To me they seemed to be all related to each other. I connected dots.
Like delicious pulled pork for sandwiches, I will pull apart the note that jotted down in my phone's Notes app:
...the Light of Deity is inside each person...
I thought of this line to write because of scriptural lines that I think about all the time:
D&C 84:46 ~ And the Spirit giveth light to every man that cometh into the world...
D&C 93:2 ~ And that I am the true light that lighteth every man that cometh into the world...
Pretty much my absolute favorite thing to read is the Bible Dictionary. Holy cow that reference tool is cool. I think any person of any Christian denomination would love to explore the Bible Dictionary. Seriously so interesting. For real. 
Anyway, I love the Bible Dictionary's entry for "Light of Christ." Here's an extract from the entry that I wish to touch upon:
The light of Christ is just what the words imply: enlightenment, knowledge, and an uplifting, ennobling, persevering influence that comes upon mankind because of Jesus Christ. For instance, Christ is “the true light that lighteth every man that cometh into the world”...
Two particular lines from this extraction that I want to talk about for a minute.
1) ...an uplifting, ennobling, persevering influence...
2) Christ is “the true light that lighteth every man that cometh into the world” (D&C 93:2; John 1:9)
So I guess I'll talk about the second one first. One of my snowball-effect thoughts today was What reason may be behind the fact that Christ's light is in all of us? Well, it may be a lot of reasons. But I think one biggie could be the fact that Jesus Christ is, in fact, our Brother. Our literal brother, but with a capital B: "Brother." Brother Jesus is our sibling ("Sibling" with a capital S? Hehe :) He and we share the same Father (and Mother, certainly). Heavenly Father. We are family. Actual, literal family.
And so what I'm trying to say is... We've got the light of Christ -- the "Light of Deity" -- because it's in our genes. I think it's hereditary. Just as our mortal bodies consist of hereditary traits that our parents and ancestors have/had, today I realize that it makes a whole lot of sense to me that divine light, purely and simply, is part of our makeup. It constitutes us. Just like our bones, muscles, nerves, cells, all of that.
I'll talk about the first one second. An uplifting, ennobling, persevering influence... That's one way the Bible Dictionary defines the light the Christ, and I totally believe it. I know it. I know that's how the light of Christ is. Because why? Well, because... think about it. What was recorded in the scriptures about Christ's life? In what way did He live? What did He do? How did He treat people?
He uplifted. He lifted people up. He lifted hands that hung down. He healed people -- not just their physical maladies, but their spirits as well. Their souls. He comforted.
He ennobled in the sense that He helped people feel like they were worth something great. He helped people come to understand their infinite individual worth. He helped people realize that they belong to a loving Heavenly Father and Heavenly Family. He helped people feel hope -- hope for a better world; and hope that repentance can be done, and that they can always have a heavenly helping hand each step of the way to improvement.
He Himself was an amazing example of perseverance. The best example, actually. A humongous part of what His Atonement means is that, while He is exalted to a throne majestically high above, He also has descended below all things, meaning He has a completely perfect understanding and empathy towards the person -- the child of God -- who is acquainted with the absolute lowest of lows. Most definitely He knows what "rock bottom" feels like. He knows what everybody's "rock bottom" feels like.
He knows what everything in between feels like, too. Every possible level of struggling He is all too familiar with. He knows how to help every single person, who has ever lived, to persevere through trial, for He too persevered. He persevered through all of it.
And so this is what the light of Christ is. This is its essence. Since the light of Christ is in all of us, too, as well as in Christ, what does this say about us? About what we can do?
In the LDS Church's Young Women program, young women are given a number of different "values" to ponder and develop on a continual basis. One of the values is called "Divine Nature." The program has an assigned beautiful color to accompany each value, and Divine Nature's color is blue... And blue is on my Top Two list of favorite colors ever, and D and N are two of my most favorite letters of the alphabet (I never said I wasn't a nerd), and sooo... Divine Nature was possibly my most favorite Young Women value, and when I was a young girl I would think about Divine Nature allllll the time. I still think about it all the time, even though my Young Women era of youth was more than ten years ago.
What I'm thinkin' about our divine nature right now is... Our "divine nature" is the light of Christ that's in each of us. And it's not an abstract idea, but it's also not just a thing that we happen have that is just sitting there inside of us not doing anything. It's got a purposeful function, just like most everything else that comprises our bodies. Like blood, like skeletons, like our anatomies and physiologies, the light of Christ -- which is also very much a part of us -- actually does stuff. Really cool stuff, actually, that benefits not only the person whose light it is, but other people as well, because the light can be used to serve mankind.
Why is it, I asked, when another person reaches out to you, lifts you up, helps you feel better, that you feel like Deity loves you?
When another person reaches out to you, lifts you up, and helps you feel better, the tool they are actually using is the light of Christ that's inside of them. They're using it. They're applying it. The light can be used to do stuff.
I know that I've used it to bless the lives of others. Most of the time I have no notion that I'm using it. Most of the time I don't realize what I'm doing. Most of the time I bet the fruits don't even get seen. I think that, most of the time, the acts of uplifting, ennobling, and encouraging -- from soul to soul -- are so incredibly subtle, that they go sort of undetected.
But every once in a while, you get the lucky chance of being able to share a wonderfully sweet moment with a friend whom you've helped, or who's helped you, and earnest thanks and you're-welcomes are exchanged, and you'll always remember the experience, and you'll carry the good memory with you in your pocket everywhere you go.
But I take back what I said about those types of experiences being "lucky chances." I think it's not luck. I think it's what God wants you experience and remember. It's one of His numberless various types of blessings that He bestows upon you.
There. Was that enough blah-blah-blah for you? That was about 1,773 words. If you read all that, good job. :)