Saturday, August 27, 2011

SLCC Teens Write mentor meeting at SLC library this morning. My six word [introductory] memoir was: I collect passport stamps & ghosts.

Biked over to the farmer's market from the library:

And then, on my way home from yoga [on 900 S]:

This is the weirdest city I've ever known. You'd think I'd fit in better.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Last night:

1. Pot Luck at the beautiful glass house [yes an actual glass house] of Utah's current poet laureate, Kate Coles.

2. First grad student reading of the year at the Art Barn [the event I attended last year that made me realize I am surrounded by completely brilliant people here].

3. Enjoyed the new installation and art in the Art Barn. Smelled said installation.

4. And then headed off to our usual spot for our usual shenanigans. This time that also included ice cream and onion rings from Crown Burger. [Did you know they deliver to the Twilite?!]


Even though the late night weather is still perfect, fall is coming. And I'm fighting it as best as I can.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Fall semester. Week 1. I'm already out of grape juice.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Another happy night in SLC [yeah, I'm happy, it's weird]

First, dinner at Thai Lotus
& then,
there was this sudden fair in the middle of downtown SLC. Just right in the street in the middle of buildings! I'm still baffled. Hopefully going to go eat cotton candy there tomorrow.

& then!

Oh and I took this the other night. The Aves, overlooking the Salt Lake Valley

[Yes, I just posted something positive about Salt Lake City. I'm more surprised than you are.]
2 last Colorado photos for awhile




Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Return to Salt Lake City

my 15 empty cereal boxes

Central Campus Drive parking lot sidewalk

my [students'] classroom


this graveyard western sky

goodbye Colorado summer






















Thursday, August 11, 2011

When I was 6 or 7, I was obsessed with the idea of buried treasure. Once, I think maybe in Connecticut, my family and I actually went to a place called Treasure Island and I insisted I'd find treasure there. They tried to explain to me why that would not happen just as I discovered a little bottle filled with colored sand underneath a bush. I proved them wrong and everyone was surprised. But I knew there'd be treasure, I just knew.

I also knew that my house back in Colorado wasn't built on any Treasure Island, so I started burying things myself to find later. I'd take an empty wipes box, throw in some matchbox cars and maybe some ribbon or some spare change, then bury it in the garden for my brother and I to dig up later. Once, I buried a film canister with some coins in it on the little path that went from the front of my house to the back. A couple months later, I attempted to dig it up. No canister. A couple years later, I remember it and tried again. No canister. I probably forgot about it by the time I was 11 or so. Then, this summer, walking around my house to the front yard, I vaguely recalled never finding the treasure. Until about a week ago, when the landscapers tore up the path on the side of my house. I noticed the destruction and wondered about my canister. Walked over to the path and there, sticking half out of the ground, was a little piece of white plastic.



The reason I can't leave Colorado is, this is my home. This is where my history lives. Only here can I find parts of myself that I've lost. How am I supposed to walk away from that when the last time I walked away, I lost everything? I know this time will be different. I mean, I understand that it will be different. But somehow that understanding isn't enough to convince me. I couldn't possibly repeat every tragedy that occurred when I walked away from this place last August. I mean, people can only die once, and you can only move to a place you've never been once. But you can get your heart broken infinitely. And I know that's not what's going to happen this time, but somehow I'm bracing for it all anyway.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Rubik'sed



[appeared today in the Valley. will probably be back to covenant code acceptable green tomorrow.]

Houses Winter EP release party [day 2] at the Hi-Dive last night:

Fairchildren and A. Tom Collins opened. Fairchildren has become my absolute favorite new [non-defunct] band in Denver. They were great at the UMS, but they were even better last night at the Hi-Dive. AND! they have an EP, which I purchased along with the "box set" of Houses' four seasons EPs.


There was a fair amount of insanity at the Hi-Dive last night. Fairchildren played a rich, beautiful set, then A. Tom Collins who were super energetic, as always, followed by Houses, who completely owned. It being summer and all, everyone was really hot in that tiny little bar, so a. Tom took off his pants while playing, stood on his tiny piano, and sang upside down into his mic. And later, two members of Houses removed some clothing as well. Lots of sweaty hippies/grungy hipsters all around.

Oh and also,