Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

A little over a year has passed since we pulled a reverse Brigham Young, said goodbye to the salt lake valley, ascended up parleys canyon, and didn’t stop until we hit Omaha, not far from where the pioneers spent the winter of 1846. And like good ‘ol Brigham said when he gazed upon his new…

Cade came out first easily enough never mind the huge gash in your mom’s tummy Grant was more difficult something like 10 glove covered hands poking and prodding in a sea of white light before somebody got ahold of his ankle and plucked him out bloody and screaming. Six doctors clad in scrubs and face…

I like walking at night and staring at the houses I pass. Some have lavish exteriors accentuated with delicate lighting. Others are modest and prefer a single porch light or none at all. But nearly every one emits the glow of a television from at least one of the windows. Some of the TVs tell…

Each morning as I walk into the gym, the whirring cries of 50 some treadmills and ellipticals greet my ears.  The users of these stationary instruments of cardio-based torture put forth maximum effort not to move forward, but rather to turn back the hands of time.  The time which, year after year, like the rings…

“Be careful, Daddy!” the little voice of my son Cade calls out from the trailer behind me interrupting my efforts at ignoring my burning legs.  I am pedaling hard, laboring my bike up a 3% grade that, thanks to Cade and his twin brother Grant in the Burley Bee Double I’m pulling, feels like at…