Monday, April 27, 2009

Fish

you have been flayed
you have been flavored

and you have been found delicious

Sunday, April 26, 2009

summertime foci

We are all familiar with New Year's resolutions, but now that Spring is here and classes are over, how about some summertime goals? Another semester at the university has taught me how precious time is, so I think it's a good idea to capitalize on the "break." I say it with quotations because I'll be working full-time until mid-June, and then I'll be abroad, studying.

So without further ado, here is my list of springsummer goals. (They are subject to modification.)

  1. Learn how to bake bread.

    I love homemade bread and have wanted to learn how to make it for a long time, but fear of the unknown and laziness have stifled my learning. The time is now, and the place is Provo. Prepare for delicious homemade goodness, preceded by not-so-delicious disasters.

  2. Read a book a week.

    Huzzah! No more assigned reading! What better way to celebrate not having to read by reading of my own volition?

  3. Cycle more, drive less.

    I recently purchased a bicycle for this very purpose. And I love being outside. And I love to do healthy things. It seems like a good combination.


  4. Watch good movies.

    Many people have suggested that I see certain films, and I want to do that. Quite simple, really.

  5. Go to Brazil.

    June 18th!
Most of these items aren't entirely new endeavors. In fact, I should probably write "foci" instead of "goals." The latter word has such a negative, modern connotation in my mind too. Eww.

To all of my friends and acquaintances and kids that I met without learning their name, I write "Have A Great Summer." I hope I didn't just spoil it with a horrible cliche. Sorry. Call me, we shud hang out, man.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Winterspring


I knew that there would be snow when I woke up this morning, but I still marveled at the volume of wet, heavy slush that had glazed everything in the city. At first I saw it as an annoyance - I was late for a study group and was not particularly grateful for the opportunity of scraping four to five inches of sludge off my car. It slid off easily and splattered on the asphalt like a clumsy child's ice cream cone.



My negative emotions quickly dissipated when the fog cleared from my windshield and I saw how beautiful the morning was. Unlike a typical, dismal winter morning, there was green and purple under the snow and yellow above it from the bright and naked sun. I considered skipping my study group completely in favor of a morning photo shoot before the scene disappeared for another year, but I ultimately followed that innate wisdom who called me back to reality.

I left the study group a little early and practically ran to my car to grab my camera. The snow was melting quickly and increased my sense of urgency with each drop. I had already missed some opportunities and I saw that time was against me. I felt it, actually. More than once falling masses of white sludge hit me square in the face. And not just me!


Once I had my camera I was drawn to the stone path that runs along the southwest hillside through the most wooded area of campus. The path is seldom used, and today it was completely deserted. Not 10 seconds after entering it, however, I realized why no one would want to be there at that moment. The canopy formed by the interlocking branches bowed under the weight of the heavy snow and sweat and shed huge globs of slush in random places. Before long I was exceptionally wet and had taken some exceptional pictures.

I can only hope that a future female counterpart enjoys such absurd and beautiful scenes as much as I do.


Everything was beautiful and fine and dandy while I was taking pictures. Then I went back to my car. I reached in my pocket and - * gasp! *- no keys! At some point during my wandering in the vacuum of winterspring photography, I dropped my keys in the real world. Crud.

I ran back to the stone path, although this time it was an unfriendly gauntlet; taunting, expectorating globs of cold, unwelcome slush. I dashed through it looking neither right nor left nor up. My eyes were focused on the wet ground below; I just wanted my keys.


I didn't find them until much later, by which time much of the snow had melted. Only after the temporary fantasy world was all but gone, I found my keys to the real world which I had so innocently and carelessly abandoned. I picked them up graciously and drove home. Would I miss the snow? Yes. Would I welcome spring? Yes. And for one day, I got a bit of both. It was a good day.

Spring Snow



I had such a wonderful morning.




I'll write more about it later.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

The Thrifty Mr. Disney

Do you love Disney movies? Do you ever get a sense of Deja Vu while watching them? Well you should. See for yourself.



Walt: "Well folks, looks like we've got a bit of a problem here. We need to make another film, but I spent all of our budget on the electric parade. Unfortunately, we can't afford to make any new animations."

Animator: "No sweat, Walt! I'll just dig up the old Snow White and Jungle Book animations from the vault and change the characters. And, if it works O.K., we can do it a few more times!"

Walt: "Genius! I'm sure glad I hired brains like you to help me manipulate the masses to spend vacations standing in long lines and buy overpriced merchandise while believing that they're at the 'happiest place on earth!'"

Animator: "Oh.. so that's your plan?"

Walt: "Well duh."

Animator: ... :(

Saturday, April 4, 2009

psychoanalysis

MY COMPUTER IS DEAD.

I donated blood.

I'm reading frantically.

I will do something unknown as of yet.


These are totally unrelated.

... or are they?

o_O <- this is how I feel

O_O <- this is me after studying.

-_- <- this is me while studying.


But I have had a tiptop time with family and friends.

That is a good thing. Yes. No need to be over dramatic. You are in good condition. Now, go and finish the fight, little bugger. That will be $100 dollars. Don't forget your shoes.