Monday, June 21, 2010

I am in Los Angeles and have been since the beginning of June. Here's a very small bit of what I've been up to.

This city is my paradise because, when I come here, I am always on vacation. I have the city and the beach and the sun and people I love. It has been a nice way to spend the first half of my summer before I go start my new life in Utah.

I just finished Death with Interruptions and am starting Julio Cortázar's Rayuelas. It's actually called Hopscotch, but I first heard about it from my beautiful friend Tayla when we met in Buenos Aires and she referred to it by its original language title. It appears to be the most unique book I will have read since maybe House of Leaves in terms of its narrative structure, so I am very excited.

Speaking of narrative, I am finally registered for grad school classes at the U of Utah and, in case I haven't already posted them on here, they are:
1.Genealogies of Narrative
2.Narrative Theory & Practice
3.Intro to Lit Theory
The first two are sort of one class, though in different time slots and taught by different professors. It is an overall study of narrative in the contemporary sense as well as an exploration of narrative through history and its roots. I've only heard from the professor of the second class thus far and he has provided me with our reading list. First up, Joyce's Ulysses. Given the bredth and density of the reading list for just that one class, I will be starting my reading early. Eep! But given that my BA honors thesis and desired critical concentration is in narrative theory, I am excited, to say the least. I mean, my favorite non-fiction book is Narrative Fiction: Contemporary Poetics by Shlomith Rimmon-Kenan [who I recently embarrassingly learned is a woman, not a man, thanks to a certain vice chair of the UCLA English grad admissions committee].

I can't wait to buy all my books and arrange them on my bookshelf with all my notebooks and supplies. I've always loved school supplies. Shocker. I also can't wait to chronicle my time in SLC with iPhone photos that I post here, much like I did during my time living in Denver.

Other things I am excited about re: [what I am now calling] my new life in SLC: yoga, studying more Spanish, spending more time outside [buying a new bike to replace the one I sold two years ago], and hopefully getting some sort of [non-paying] job working at U of U's lit journal. Though that might be a tough fight given that I am not a creative writing student. We shall see. Oh and I should probably also get some kind of paying job, you know, because my bank account is literally almost non-existent. Whoops.

Friday, June 18, 2010

José Saramago died this morning. I am 2 thirds of the way through his novel, Death with Interruptions. I started it when he was alive and I will have finished it after he has died. I think he would find this incredibly appropriate.

“In the end we discover the only condition for living is to die.” - José Saramago

I also find this appropriate, but cannot believe that he will never release more of his genius into the world. I literally looked up a quick fact on his wikipedia page last night, which used the present tense "is" and which immediately, preceding the publication of his obituary, changed to past tense "was."

In other book news, Bret Easton Ellis and Chuck Palahniuk have released new novels this month. And I could care less. [Ok I care a little...]

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

I am home. Which is currently Littleton, Colorado. It has been high 70's and green since my return and it smells perfectly like summer. It's a different summer than I'm used to because my friends are spread across the country/world and not here, driving from house to house or park to park with me. I used to sit on my driveway at night listening to folk music, smoking clove cigarettes, and watching the stars, but they banned clove cigarettes last fall, which takes something out of the whole experience. I'm still spending the days reading, going back and forth from shade to sun. My car's broken, so I feel a little like I did eight years ago, pre-friends, pre-car, pre-small clove cigarette habit. Except this time my summer ends with me moving to Salt Lake City, Utah to establish, for the first time, a life in a new place. And graduate school. I've never even seen SLC.

As for the mean time, I'm going to Los Angeles for a few weeks to sleep on the beach, read at the pool, eat fresh fish, dance, laugh, and hang out with people I love. After that, SLC to find an apartment. And then maybe one more trip to somewhere, anywhere, before I return to Littleton for a final time to pack my things and drive West. Or North. Or both.

I miss Buenos Aires an incredible amount. I truly believe that my time spent there was life-changing. And my family there will be with me always. It has become a new goal in my travels to not only see as many amazing places as possible, but to reconnect with these amazing people in new locations and new situations. And of course, they are always welcome wherever I happen to be living.

Anyway, here's a little snapshot of my life right now:

I am me. I live in Littleton, Colorado. I graduated college last May and have been working/traveling since. In August I start a masters program in English Literature at the University if Utah. 1) I never want to stop traveling. 2) I want a PhD in English Literature and to become a professor of English after finishing my PhD. Every one of my days is spent planning/working towards one or both of these things.

Also, I have these amazing friends that are constantly doing amazing things and completely blowing me away. They motivate me to want more, to do more, to be better. You can see all the things they do if you click on the links to the right of here. In particular, there is my best friend, who is learning how to save the world in India. Her words and photos are always outstanding, and you can find that out for yourself here:

This post feels very incomplete without photos because photos just make everything more interesting. So here's a photo of my cat, Navidson, playing a part in some Shakespeare production in the living room of my old apartment.