Friday, March 30, 2012

What MA exam? I heard it's spring...


...and therefore spent all of last night at a bar between a mountain and an oil refinery. Tomorrow I open my take home exam question, answer it in a 20 page essay in 72 hours, then freedom. Or at least back to a normal workload for the rest of the semester. Summer, I taste you.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

the west in bloom
calls for beauty

Saturday, March 24, 2012

New favorite snack!

Did some reading, eating, grading, and talking at The Rose today. Turns out this amazing coffee shop is five blocks away from my apartment and has been the entire time I've lived here. I ate a Nutella brownie, then later a piece of toast smeared with avocado, olive oil, some sort of spices, and sea salt. Incredible. This is now one of the areas I'm considering moving to if I stay in SLC. It's either the Pierpont Ave neighborhood, 9th & 9th, the Aves, or somewhere on Broadway.











Across the street from The Rose and Pierpont Ave is this awesome mural. I remember seeing it for the first time when I visited SLC to find an apartment. And I remember thinking, ok, maybe this won't be so bad.





And for any of you who read this and wonder why it is that I keep a blog that is mostly pictures and personal [but not overly so] anecdotes, it's because it helps me to remember to appreciate all of the wonderful things around me. Otherwise I'm prone to being sucked into a supermassive black hole of grumps.

Friday, March 23, 2012

I can't say it enough: Yoga changed my life.

Spent the morning making books for 2nd graders. The kid in the background randomly asked to no one in particular, "Do you think about everything at the same time?" And then later he ate a hand full of the little paper dots that were a result of my hole punching while all of the kids told me that they like to eat paper, grass, and leaves.

Also, everyday after yoga, I have a terrible craving for chili. Which has nothing to do with this picture other than I took it from Whole Foods where I bought food for chili. Again. For the billionth time.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Reasons the last couple days have been successful and happy:

The Norton rep came to campus with free cake and free Norton publications.

&
&
Oppen:
It is you who truly/Excel the vegetable

Plus I'm wearing a shirt made of recycled bottles and organic cotton and it is the softest. thing. ever.

Monday, March 19, 2012

Some Oppen

From this distance thinking toward you/Time is recession

& emerging Spring

Thursday, March 15, 2012

So far since I've been home, it's been springtime and we've sat out by a campfire. Orion is still around, I've been doing yoga every day, and I've rediscovered the brilliance that is Hail to the Thief. Spring. Break. Breakfast in the backyard, sleeping in the sunshine.



Still waiting to find out if I'll be moving to Los Angeles in two months or if I'll be relocating in SLC. Six strangers I've never met are in charge the next 4+ years of my life. Let's hope they turn down their spots at USC so I can finally live in the only other place outside of Colorado that makes me truly happy.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Scrubs is the greatest television show of all time.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

AWP Chicago. I mostly went for the book fair. Bought all my friends' newly published, often award winning, books. And some other books I've been looking forward to. And a few more books that sounded excellent. Some journals. Etc.

Went to the Art Institute.





Went to that bean I've always wanted to see. It was very cold and rainy, so I got to take a lot of good bean pictures without any strangers.










Explored Downtown and Wicker Park. Rode the L. Ate at Trader Joe's. Ate at Yolk a lot. Walked in the wind.







Went to a few readings, but not an excessive amount. Only one panel. Almost reached reading fatigue. Four days felt like six months. And though I really liked Chicago, the silence in the airport parking lot when I got back to SLC today was exactly the reminder I needed: I am filled with vast expanses. I belong in vast expanses. The west is my home.