Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Every time I see new graffiti on campus, I like to think that whoever is tagging knows that someone out there is documenting all of this [maybe in a blog that has something to do with spoons or satellites or whatever].

Monday, January 30, 2012

Question/response in the interview of the current featured seller on etsy:

What would be the title of your memoir? Why?
All I Ever Wanted Was to Make Things and Think About Them. Yeah, I know it’s long, but it’s a simple truth. I’m happiest when I get to make something worth thinking about, worth looking at.

Um, hi. This is exactly how I feel.
[also, this guy made a badass passport wallet that I bought for my brother this Christmas]
wintertime life blood = chai latte

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Oh the pop culture infiltrates my life.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Tuesday sunset

If I pretend hard enough, this is sand, not snow.
[though the only thing that helps me face the winter are days like this: sunshine + snow]

Wednesday sunrise

our mountains glow electric

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Just saw Shut Up and Play the Hits, the documentary about LCD Soundsystem's last show. So. Fucking. Good. For a moment it almost felt like I was at the show. It took every ounce of self control I have not to get up and dance. James Murphy, I love you. I love you for possibly making the biggest mistake of your life. For looking that potential mistake in the face and making your decision anyway so you can do everything else you need to do to be happy and full.


Also,
Vinto:

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Had a perfect Salt Lake City day today. Clean air, snow, sunshine. Drove around getting tickets for different Sundance films. Took photos of my neighborhood, the Granary District. Rode my bike to the Rose Wagner Performance Center to see Beasts of the Southern Wild, the most beautiful film about loss, home, and apocalypse I've ever seen. The whole audience was in tears by the end. But not sappy, we fall for anything tears. The kind of tears that are born out of art's painful, near perfect proximity to life.

Afterward, the director, Benh Zeitlin, and most of the cast, including the little girl, came out on stage. It was incredible. Everyone was so appreciative of their work. Only one person in the cast had ever acted before, but their performances were mind-blowing. Here's a clip of Zeitlin talking about the film, which is all I can give you because there's no trailer. It was on the ballot though, so I'm expecting to see it win something for sure.
Oh, and here's the cast &c at the Rose Wagner after the screening:

Rode home to watch this week's episode of Shameless before taking off again for Wrong at the Broadway Centre. What a ridiculous movie. If you want to know what my brain feels like from the inside, see this movie. Particularly the scene with the pine tree.


After the movie, director Quentin Dupieux and the cast did a Q&A. Dupieux was hilarious. He basically recreated the feeling of the movie in his answers, though I hesitate to say it was on purpose. Someone would ask him a question about how he came up wit the ideas and he would say, I don't know, I really have no idea. Someone asked, Why the rain in the office? He responded, Why not? He actually seemed baffled by the audience's questions which created this tension in which, as an observer, you were wondering, is this my misunderstanding or his or? He would answer a question, the audience would laugh, and he would say, No that's not funny. Anyway, here's Dupieux being [evasive][?]...

More movies I'm hoping to see at Sundance:
Shut Up and Play The Hits [LCD Soundsystem documentary]
Chasing Ice
An Oversimplification of Her Beauty
2 Days in New York
LUV
Red Hook Summer
For a Good Time, Call...
The Granary District: A Portrait of My Neighborhood
[click on the first photo for a slideshow with much better photo resolution]




























I just want to post this photo from my &Now panel because it makes me inexplicably happy [and also because I'm procrastinating writing this response to Pound's second canto]. A bunch of word-obsessed people playing with this möbius strip contraption of a narrative in some black box auditorium at UC San Diego. My life at its most exciting. I'm not kidding.
[Photo courtesy of Lance and/or Andi Olsen]

Saturday, January 21, 2012

It finally snowed. Though this snow is pretty wet and sloshy, it's sufficient to blanket the city into silence. Or near silence.

I happened to be at the SLC Public Library earlier today to meet with my Community Writing Center mentee. A woman in a bright orange jacket approached us and told us that everyone in Park City was snowed in and couldn't make it downtown, then asked us if we wanted the extra tickets to one of the Sundance films that was about to play in the auditorium. I accepted.


The documentary, West of Memphis, was incredible. I very rarely say that about films, not because I fancy myself a film critic with high standards, but because I truly don't feel that way often. I don't see enough films to feel that way. But this one was perfect. So, dear person who couldn't make it down from Park City, know that your ticket went to good use.


I've lived here for almost 16 months now and I've never attended a Sundance event because the schedule, the locations, the sheer number of people—all of it is overwhelming. So I pretend it doesn't exist, except when I get mad that all the Sundance tourists take all the parking spots outside my yoga studio, which happens to be next to Tower Theater on 9th & 9th.

I am pretty ridiculous. All along I've lived in this city and complained about this city and ignored something magnificent about this city. So I'm going to try and make up for it by standing in wait list lines tomorrow for extra tickets to the downtown SLC screenings. And if I do stay here for my PhD, I'm going to stop being a wimp and start exploring this place more.

Friday, January 20, 2012

wishing well[puddle] on the bar floor at The Republican
Beer-thday cake!

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Some new, great stuff up at the Art Barn.

This book will be sleeping on my nightstand for quite awhile.
Judge me and I'll make you eat my shoes. My dirty ones, not my nice indoor only ones.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012


what a strange, surprisingly awesome semester
Never has the Declaration of Independence meant so much to me as just now when I read it again in conjunction with Derrida's speech "Declarations of Independence." Incidentally, this essay was the second of my night to discuss hats in more than just a passing manner.

Also, Derrida is hilarious.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

"I NEVER want a philosophy of hats, a metaphysical idea of Hat in the abstract, nor in any case a great deal of talk about hats."

[Basil Bunting, "Open Letter to Zukofsky"]

Monday, January 16, 2012

I've never heard of this, but the Barnes and Noble website just suggested it to me and I couldn't not buy it. Argentina has pull over me even when I'm thousands of miles away. My moon. I guess that would make me the ocean. I always wanted to be the ocean. What was I talking about again? Oh yeah. The first two sentences of the book's description won me over immediately: "The Instruction Manual," the first chapter, is an absurd assortment of tasks and items dissected in an instruction-manual format. "Unusual Occupations," the second chapter, describes the obsessions and predilections of the narrator's family, including the lodging of a tiger-just one tiger- "for the sole purpose of seeing the mechanism at work in all its complexity."


"Anyone who doesn't read Cortazar is doomed. Not to read him is a serious invisible disease which in time can have terrible consequences. Something similar to a man who has never tasted peaches. He would quietly become sadder . . . and, probably, little by little, he would lose his hair."
[Pablo Neruda]

Sunday, January 15, 2012

My favorite moment in my yoga practice is the moment right after final savasana before I sit up when I turn onto my side and lie in the fetal position, just for a breath, my head resting on my arm, my other hand pressing against the floor. That moment when I remember that I am supported entirely, that no matter what, I will always have the ground beneath me. I get the same feeling from that moment as I imagine other people get from a faith in a higher power. Except that my god is physics and my eternal life after death is not in heaven but in earth.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Attempt at relaxation before my Monday appointment at The Kura Door.