Friday, November 28, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
all my love was down, in a frozen ground
hum-drum.
i miss the summer something awful. i was just thinking about how amy and i spent the fourth of july down on the white sandstone next to the emerald pools at upper calf creek falls. and how we listened to jimi hendrix rip out the star-spangled banner in a mangled mess of electric ax. and how some byu kids showed up, and we took pictures for them. and then, when they left, we made fun of the one wearing byu crocs. i make fun of what i don't understand.
i can't complain about the weather. it's been nice. mild november. it's been mild enough that we can go out and watch the kids who dress up medievally in their capes and chainmail and manufacture large jousts and thwackers (i don't know the term for long stick thing used to hit the enemy) out of large-gauge pvc pipes and old foam mattresses hit eachother with said weapons. and eat scones. scones and drones. i make fun of what i don't understand.
we've missed them the past two thursdays, which are flying like hotcakes. weeks are. work is busy, and enjoyable, and time passes like a swift bunny. the children are funny as funny be.
boy-my family is from czechoslovakia.
other boy-oh, czechoslovakia. that's puerto rico, right?
boy-who are the strokes?
other boy-that's why they're called the strokes, cause nobody knows them.
boy-blah blah, blahblablah, VIVA LA KFC!
and then there's the boy that refuses to say "hey" like a normal human. he lets it flow like an r&b singer. things like that don't translate well over bloghood.
tell me if this is weird. yesterday i found myself standing in front of my bookshelf staring at my books. i had just finished the history of love by nicole krauss, which enrapt me greatly, and was looking for The Next Good Thing. as i scanned the shelf i saw the david sedaris book that i haven't read yet, me talk pretty one day. i picked it up and put it in my bag. i walked out to the little fat boy, turned the ignition, and guess whose unmistakable voice is speaking loud and clear on 90.1 fm npr. that's right. david sedaris. i will now start believing in signs and other wonders.
in other news, the weather lends itself to a good album full of good and tender music. bon iver's for emma, forever ago is just just just.
and here is a picture of baby owl chicks sitting in a bucket.
i miss the summer something awful. i was just thinking about how amy and i spent the fourth of july down on the white sandstone next to the emerald pools at upper calf creek falls. and how we listened to jimi hendrix rip out the star-spangled banner in a mangled mess of electric ax. and how some byu kids showed up, and we took pictures for them. and then, when they left, we made fun of the one wearing byu crocs. i make fun of what i don't understand.
i can't complain about the weather. it's been nice. mild november. it's been mild enough that we can go out and watch the kids who dress up medievally in their capes and chainmail and manufacture large jousts and thwackers (i don't know the term for long stick thing used to hit the enemy) out of large-gauge pvc pipes and old foam mattresses hit eachother with said weapons. and eat scones. scones and drones. i make fun of what i don't understand.
we've missed them the past two thursdays, which are flying like hotcakes. weeks are. work is busy, and enjoyable, and time passes like a swift bunny. the children are funny as funny be.
boy-my family is from czechoslovakia.
other boy-oh, czechoslovakia. that's puerto rico, right?
boy-who are the strokes?
other boy-that's why they're called the strokes, cause nobody knows them.
boy-blah blah, blahblablah, VIVA LA KFC!
and then there's the boy that refuses to say "hey" like a normal human. he lets it flow like an r&b singer. things like that don't translate well over bloghood.
tell me if this is weird. yesterday i found myself standing in front of my bookshelf staring at my books. i had just finished the history of love by nicole krauss, which enrapt me greatly, and was looking for The Next Good Thing. as i scanned the shelf i saw the david sedaris book that i haven't read yet, me talk pretty one day. i picked it up and put it in my bag. i walked out to the little fat boy, turned the ignition, and guess whose unmistakable voice is speaking loud and clear on 90.1 fm npr. that's right. david sedaris. i will now start believing in signs and other wonders.
in other news, the weather lends itself to a good album full of good and tender music. bon iver's for emma, forever ago is just just just.
and here is a picture of baby owl chicks sitting in a bucket.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
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