Friday, April 29, 2011

My cat stands on my copy of Derrida's The Gift of Death.

Me to my cat: "no, no we do not stand on Derrida. We do not stand on Derrida because otherwise he will eat us with his intellect and we will die."

This is what my life turns into during paper writing week.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

I hate Wallace Stevens, but only because I, too, don't know when to stop making my point.

The Aves, SLC. I'm not sure how this house happened.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Bike ride to Liberty Park

Friday, April 22, 2011

A collection of passort stamps.


Prague, Czech Republic
Vienna, Austria
London, England
Quintana Roo, Mexico [x3]
Cabo, Mexico
Buenos Aires, Argentina
Home Sweet Home, USA

Soon to be added to that list:
Buenos Aires, Argentina [x2]
Montevideo or Colonia, Uruguay
Santiago, Chile
Israel

I wish one could get a PhD in being a travel bum. [Now back to editing my conference paper. Ugh.]

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

1. Radiohead's "Supercollider"
2. Kathryn Stockton's guest lecture
3. Drizzling rain after cycling
4. Charoset

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Just found this old photo on my brother's facebook. Brother and me at the DNC Nada Surf show in August 2008 via stage perspective.
The reason I'm afraid to leave this program::
[Photo credit: Andi Olsen]

The reason I have to someday leave this program::
[Because I am an adventurer]


In a corner was wondering/
If a change could be better than this/
And then I worry.../
Maybe things won't be better than they have been/
Here

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Smithson's Spiral Jetty::Great Salt Lake, Utah

adventure

landscape in color

landscape in salt

under the sand, a thousand screaming birds,
oil,
& rusted remnants,
as the salt and the sand consume traces of ghosts.

reckless abandon::recklessly abandoned






well if you find yourself falling apart/I am sure I could stand... on/the great salt lake

Friday, April 15, 2011





My Bianchi. Surprisingly it still doesn't have a name, but it does enjoy rides to bars, music venues, and farmers markets.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

I finally received this in the mail.


& had the amazing pleasure of hearing Shelley Jackson perform brilliance at her reading tonight.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

in my dreams we're still screamin'

we're just a million little gods causin' rain storms


the cities we live in/could be distant stars/and I search for you/in every passing car



If anyone ever asks me about my childhood or the place I grew up, I will only tell them to listen to The Suburbs. And if I ever reach a point when I want to remember what it feels like to leave everything behind. To grow. To start over. To become someone older, whatever that means. I only have to play this album on loop to feel that painful but magnificent beauty.

If I could have it back
All the time that we wasted
I'd only waste it again
If I could have it back
You know I'd love to waste it again
Waste it again and again and again

Friday, April 8, 2011

WANT

#IHaveNoIdeaHowToHangLightFixtures
This is where I'm from


This is where I live

& these are the other three places that I in some way call home




Thursday, April 7, 2011

This is what the inside of my brain feels like:

Music[?]

&