Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Authenticity more common in movie trailers, while
viral posts achieve:
love- courage- wealth-
reading, watching, scrolling and
feeling parched for reports of lives of the ‘living.’
Fantasy begets reality.
Do rivers overflow and winds blow?
forgotten amongst the electronic voice of fine dining, parties, smiles, beauty, (mystery)
Monday, May 16, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
She also has a baby lamb, which she had to corner and catch for this picture. It was hilarious.
Monday, March 21, 2011
On our 13 hour trip we stopped at the garden of Eden gas station--and it was here that I knew the trip was going to be...well....a trip. See gigantic snake above me.
The largest bookstore in the world is an entire city block and is located in Portland, Oregon. The store is named Powells, and I love it, and it's HUGE!
It literally is a city of books. I bought a used collection of poetry with tons of four leaf clovers in the pages, and I bought the short story A River Runs Through It. The story is amazing! You all should read it. 100 pages of poetic prose. Also notice that I got caught in the rain and so my hair turned curly.
We went and saw a gorgeous waterfall.
And this is my traveling companion, setting a very high standard of fashion and style for a road trip.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
We met a brief 10 minutes ago when I pulled up to his apartment in SLC. Yes-it’s another first date, and it’s a blind date, and I had considered backing out of the date more than 10 times. All I knew was that his name is Tim.
We met, started chatting and acting like old friends with banter and sarcasm. We quickly pulled up to the popular restaurant the Red Iguana. His friends that we were meeting were coming, and so he put our names on the list and we began to field the all too familiar first date questions while we waited on the bench outside the store.
“Yeah, I’m getting my masters—no no it’s not that big of a deal”
“Fourth child, only girl…yeah, I’m a little spoiled”
“Well honestly, my favorite food is potatoes…shot I should have said something more sexy”
And then a large black man who was yelling for someone to call the police swaggered down the sidewalk. As he past the large crowds no one said anything and let him continue to walk. I looked at Tim as the intoxicated man came closer.
The Chicago born man turned his head to reveal a deflated eye, weeping tears of viscous blood. His torn eyelid hung, threatening to detach. Tim and I both momentarily paused, confused--believing it was unbelievable.
And I didn’t know what to do. And I paused, and as I think about that pause I feel sick that I am the person that did what the others did. I watched while someone who needed helped, yelled with profanity, pleading for assistance, and just paused. They call it the bystander effect. I call it an excuse used by those who, for whatever reason, don’t help.
And then Tim was on the line with the police, while I sat with the man asking for details about the children he kept talking about. Hoping to glean information that would be useful to the police, while middle aged men asked their wives to stand on the other side of them while quickly fleeing to their cars.
And Tim remained on the phone. And I stayed on the floor with the man.
And the police and ambulance came and took him away.
And Tim looked at me and said, “This is a great way to start out a first date.”
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Fire and Ice
BY ROBERT FROST
Monday, January 24, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
To The Woman of the Hour-
Children sense her goodness, and gravitate to her as if she is their advocate in all things concerning “the bigger humans.”
The family looks to her for updates and, more importantly,
Faith in ourselves and in our future.
My brother said it best when he said, “she is (honestly) the best person I know” and that truth is echoed by everyone who meets her.
She defines sweet and kind.
She cries when I cry.
She truly lives a service centered life.
She talks me out of cutting my hair super short, and
she reminds me to pray.
To the woman of the hour, the woman I look up to and who I find in my mimicry of I become a better person,
May this day be the happiest of birthdays Mom.
I love you!
Thursday, January 13, 2011
The best and worst of 2010 and the goals for the year 2011.
1. When there weren’t any animals at the Washington DC zoo.
2. Getting a less than exciting score on the GRE.
3. The toxic game of dating.
4. Moving to a new apartment in a new city without any friends or family and without water or power.
5. 4 colds in the 6 beginning weeks of the semester.
1. Getting straight bangs.
2. Traveling across the United States.
3. Graduating from BYU and an incredible opportunity for school at USU.
5. Meeting great people in Logan and keeping the many friends from Provo and seeing my family often.
6. Watching the West Wing.
2010 wasn’t my favorite year. Mostly it was a year of change, growing up, and many of my friends getting married. And so I say a belated goodbye and farewell.
The biggest thing that 2010 gave to me was perspective. I am realizing more and more that happiness comes from experiencing the variety in life, in culture, and in people.
It is really easy for me to care about my image, and to remove myself from myself in books, but my connection with the image of myself and of others is fading. For example, dating really smart people is usually a drag. Talking about politics is polarizing and often annoying. Wearing blazers to work makes my personality feel tight-as if the constraining suit can affect my personality.
And so instead I think life should be more like orange juice.
It should be brighter, and fresher. And the pulp, or the mess-ups in life, actually add to the flavor (which is why I never buy pulp free anything..).
And so, for 2011 my main goal is to celebrate and embrace the differences of all, a goal which will hopefully seep into my personality. The city people are cool, as are the farmers. The older established boys are interesting, but so are those still trying to figure out what to do with their lives. The classical books are great but my 1010 students work is often more funny. The news is insightful, but so is the bachelor.....you get the point.
Goals for the year of our Lord 2011:
1. Learn how to decorate really professional looking cakes.
2. Learn how to paint and sketch.
3. Write a thesis and receive my masters.
4. Go to Boston/Louisiana/Minnesota.
5. Only date boys who I want to hold hands with in public.