Love and Friendship

This morning I happened to be on the BYU campus and a student suggested a topic for my writing. I wasn't looking for a serious subject, I was only looking for two or three words to spawn a line of thought for a writing exercise. Just like in theatre, where improvisation exists as an exercising the skills commonly applied by talented artists, a writer sometimes will write without any forethought and perhaps stumble upon a muse resting beside a clump of birch. Every once in a while we will find this muse and the point of this exercise immediately becomes a mad rush to wake the muse before our onward rushing minds carry us beyond the effective range of our voices and we lose our chance at creating something extraordinary (or at least ordinary).

In writing, as in theatre, we very rarely stumble upon these muses, but we do find that we are inadvertently honing the skills we need to capture and wake our muses when the day finally comes when we do find them sleeping just where they were the last time we missed our chance.

But I'm not here to write about writing. I'm here to generally annoy people...I mean, I'm here to write about my thoughts...I mean, I'm here to write with the barest minimum of thought which may have the effect found at the beginning of this ludicrous and grammatically incorrect sentence. But that will only happen if I'm lucky.

So, BYU students once thought that BYU stored enough food to feed the whole student body in case of an emergency. When I heard that this morning I immediately thought of the LDS church's suggestion that each member store enough food for a year. I wondered where the food was stored. I hadn't seen any granaries nearby.

The student that I was talking to then informed me that BYU had stopped storing this large amount of food and required students to come up with their own storage. But wait, it's not as bad as it sounds. When said student mentioned food storage, she was talking about an emergency supply of food for a week and a 72 hour emergency kit.

Why shouldn't a college student be able to store a week's worth of food. I've been a college student. A one week supply of ramen noodles fits nicely in a cupboard. Any person intelligent enough to get to college ought to at least have the intelligence required to have enough food in case of an emergency. I know that isn't always the case, but I could do it, and I'm not even that smart.

Oh, well. It turns out that BYU doesn't, and never did have food stored for 33,000 students. That's just the food that they have on campus at any given time in the on campus kitchens, vending machines, and food court. So, it looks like this blog is once again pointless.

Thank goodness.