UV Sierra Forum Bridge Meeting

Meeting tonight, Wednesday November 18, 6:30 pm, Provo Library, Room 201

It's a discussion.

Should be enlightening.



Questions and comments about the lake/proposed bridge can be sent to:

Reed Price, Executive Director of the Utah Lake Commission
rprice@utahlakecommission.org

i'll be honest.

because usually, i'm not.

my blog is lacking because i now put my miscellaneous thoughts on twitter.

some people hate twitter. i can't worry about that. we can talk about my twitter philosophy another time. i added a twitter thing on the side.

and then, sometimes, i nerd out on birds. tufted jay, plush crested jay, crested grebe, owl nest cam, dark-eyed juncos, kingfishers, oh my hell. i added a bird nerd thing on the side.



to update: still crushing on vincent price. and you can add carl sagan to the list.

because:


anybody have a copy of cosmos i can trip out to?

interpret.

dream 1
standing on a crowded street corner in slc waiting to cross the street. a man bumps into me and i laugh and say to him, "hey, give me three steps!" he looks at me confused. "do you know lynyrd skynyrd?" i ask. he just shakes his head, continuing with the confused look.

dream 2
i arrive at my parents house and see large canvas bags filled to the brim with gifts for various families and friends. i come to the conclusion that they must be sent off immediately. i attach a bundle of silver mylar balloons to each bag, and send them off. as i'm watching them float away, i realize that they will never reach their destinations.

Utah Lake Bridge Info

The first foto was stolen from Heather. The others are mine.

If you are interested in getting involved with the proposed bridge over Utah Lake, there are a couple of options.

I will be attending both public hearings. You are invited to accompany me.


RDCC--public comment period (until 10/25/2009)
Make a comment. Look for Project 10836.

Public Hearing--Thursday, October 29, 2009 at 6:00 pm in Room 2500 of the Utah County Health and Justice Building, 151 South University Avenue.

Public Meeting--Wednesday, November 11, 2009 from 6:00-8:00 pm at Saratoga Shores Elementary School in Saratoga Springs.

Direct Mail--Utah Lake Bridge Crossing, Dave Grierson, Forestry, Fire and State Lands, PO Box 145703, SLC, UT 84114-5703

Web site--information, join mailing list, submit comments, read other comments:
http://www.ffsl.utah.gov/sovlands/utahlake/bridgecrossing.php

for y'all.

something small.

in the head.

i watched harold and maude for the first time the other day, while sewing together my crochet squares.

lovely film.

cat stevens has once again taken over my brain.

The Knife

This is an excerpt from a book I'm reading.


. . . perhaps it was a story in the Haida sense in which time operates more like a spiral, or like the rings of a tree. There is a saying among the peoples of the Northwest Coast: "The world is as sharp as the edge of a knife," and Robert Davidson, the man responsible for carving Masset's first post-missionary pole, imagines this edge as a circle. "If you live on the edge of a circle," he explained in a documentary film, "that is the present moment. What's inside is knowledge, experience: the past. What's outside has yet to be experienced. The knife's edge is so fine that you can live either in the past or in the future. The real trick," says Davidson, "is to live on the edge."


The Golden Spruce by John Vaillant

(i highly recommend)

that's just the way it is.

abby's take.

amy was walking around the garden with abby when they found an ant. abby excitedly pointed out the ant. "what's its name?" amy asked. "forever," abby replied.

she is three.

abby found two dead baby starlings that had fallen out of their nest. the parent birds and their other offspring were neatly tucked into the eave just above where the two fallen lay. she asked about the birds, and i told her they had fallen out of their nest and they were dead.

"what about the mama and dada birds, they pick them up?"

jera explained that the mama and dada birds couldn't pick them up because they don't have arms, they have wings.

"what if abby falls down?"

oh dear abby. are you a baby bird?

"then we pick abby up, because we have arms, like this." and i picked her up.

funny girl.

let's all go.

the first status says, "thinks this is the start of something newww! :)"

the status right on top of it says, "hates change."

i like that juxtaposition.

good days. i have a cute stamp on my hand from a lovely show, the which reminds me what i like and why i like things. people who do things because they love it. and friendly. i wish i were friendly.

and the students in guatemala are all organized and ready to start summer life there. stress relieved.

i read plato's allegory of the cave for the first time the other day. i read it with some students at heritage. chord struck.

i love you.

i tried the same thing with stella. no response.

happy easter.

three ways to melt a chocolate bunny from dirtyrabbit on Vimeo.

a quick one from computer basics class

one of the boys was explaining that he already knew powerpoint. these are his words.

andrea, you should have seen it. i made a powerpoint in biology. 28 slides. it was so nice, had transitions and everything. (exhales admiringly). i got 43 points out of 40. 130 percent.

disreconciliation.

"bill gates says, 'look at what your computer can become.' but it's you that should be doing the becoming, not the damn fool computer."

vonnegut, in man without a country



i am done with my relationship with technology.

(i realize this is a silly statement considering that i am writing on a weblog, but this is more about frustration)

my computer kaputsed, and i am not leaving any room for hope that my fotos will be salvaged. i feel a great loss.

heaven forbid i ever have to deal with a real loss.



i'm considering adding nyc by interpol to my list "aaasongs i'm not allowed to listen to." i heard it again recently, after a long while. i've listened to it around 20 times in the last two days.

i have things to look forward to this weekend.

mother's revenge

This conversation (verbal altercation?) took place between two boys this morning:

x: Egypt!

y: Africa!

x: Egypt!

y: In Africa!

x: EGYPT!

y: Which is in AFRICA!

x: (pauses) WHAT THE HELL?!

y: Are you f***ing retarded?

x: (pauses thoughtfully) Are you telling me EGYPT is in AFRICA?

y: Africa is a continent, dumb*ss.

x: Are you f***ing kidding me?

y: No.

x: (remains speechless, with a jaw-dropped facial expression mixed with anger, surprise, and incredulousness)

phat tuesday.

is there anything sweeter than a baby lamby with white wool and black legs?




they are so dear.




i'm giving up sugar for lent. but not sweetness. oh! those little lambs!


lupe and stella are jealous of little lambies because these cats are evil.

this side of provo.

someone, a man, outside, in a grit growly voice, just yelled, loudly, "everybody lock up your daughters and wives 'cause i'm hitting the town tonight!"

me gusta el barrio mio.

this morning i ran out of gas. no metaphor here. in the middlest lane of university avenue almost to the intersection of foothill drive. i guess i should say that little fat boy ran out of fossil fuels, not me, really.

i immediately phreeked out a little.

a gentle sir in a nice truck stopped and waited with me to push fatty out of the middle of traffic.

another gentle young sir wanted to help push. we tried, but without power steering, it was a lost cause.

at the moment of slight despair, a huge blue (that very lovely bright blue) truck pulled up in the turn lane next to fatty, window rolled down. a wild-red-headed-and-bearded man asked me what i needed.

i needed gas.

he parked the car in the turn lane, told the honkers to shut the f*** up, and proceeded to fill my tank with just enough gas to get me to work only 5 minutes late.

the sir in the first car followed me to heritage (he works at scenic view).

what tender souls of altruism and kindness!

the idiot in me thought there was at least one more little trip of gas in fatty's belly. incorrect! this has happened enough times that i have learned that i don't learn my lesson. test me.

but what tender people were to be found on university ave this morning! and i'm not talking about npr reporters alone!

and least of all my dad, who jumped in his truck to get fat boy some fuel. he's the best.

people are born every few two hundred years

happy birthday! 200 is the new 50!

i wished my class happy chuck and abe day. one of the girls looked at me, not only like i was crazy, but completely perplexed, "what is chuck an egg day?"

happy chuck and abe day.
happy chuck an egg day.

ps only a dreamboat like abe can pull off hair like that. abnormazing. and striking. i'll bet he didn't even use that much product. maybe a can of bearwax?

last night.

i was in a bad/evil mood.

sue me.

jk.

i'm sorry, i love you, world.

an ode to an ode.

anode to anode.

mmmmmmmmk.

i saw the delta spirit at urban lounge in salt lake on tuesday.

it was perfect.

i was cut in line at walgreens while waiting to buy a bag of goldfish crackers that i didn't want but felt compelled to buy because we were going to park in their parking lot. but, i am not passive and guilt-stricken!

we ate at slouvaki, a greek place; a gyro. geez it was good.

we saw an enjoyable local band! the furs! of salt lake city. wild west suburban psychedelic jammage.

and the delta spirit! ode to these boys! this is grindy grubby bluesy grit americana at its best! matthew vasquez has a voice that rasps out the final breath over and again. they started out with strange vine and people c'mon. i love the music through speakers, so nice. but the throbbing reverb of the sternum is payment and repayment. the atmosphere was light and happy and breezy and we were like good friends, weren't we?

we didn't get home til late late late (early?), and i was so tired the next day.

songs we never wrote
seeds they wouldn’t sow
we’re taking it all to the end
and we’re planting our own garden

my iron knee

running 2 miles is suddenly an accomplishment.

i am really losing patience with this *$#@'d knee.

i'm doing it, again.

again i find myself slowing down toward the end of my book. i hate finishing good books, a conundrum.

the head was mine, but not to use, not to think with, only to remember and not too much remember.
ernest hemingway
a farewell to arms

i like having time to read. glory be.

curse borders for it's seductive 30% off coupons. times is hard, but i'm still spending my monies on books.

it's all so clear, suddenly.

i was driving west on 500 north, homeward bound. as i crossed through the light on freedom boulevard, a black car pulled a u-ee in front of me, causing me to slow to a near-stop.

twit.

bumper sticker: i ♥ switchfoot

on the subject of reading.

we should talk about books. i have a few i'd like you to read.

best musicks of 2008

The following are the 2008 albums of musicks I fell hard for this year. Shortlist. I give them in some sort of semi-numerical order. Forgive me my trying to put this into words. Listen as you go if you care to.

Released in 2007, but I couldn't leave it alone
Radiohead.In Rainbows
Reckoner
I love this album. Moving on.

12.Jenny Lewis.Acid Tongue
Acid Tongue
Tired and a little achy, but willing to cope and go on. Jenny Lewis seems to open the door on this album, and tell the story. I've never been a big fan of Rilo Kiley; a few songs here and there were all I could handle. This is different. Good different.

11.The Duke Spirit.Neptune
The Step and the Walk
"She has a sexy voice. You say she has stage presence? Wow, she has a really sexy voice." Actual quote from Tony, and not far off. Sets you spinning from the gecko. The get-go. The Greco-Roman. Her ooh's and oo-ooh's turn the table over.

10.MGMT.Oracular Spectacular
Weekend Wars
So spooky and lost teenagery, you'll forget where you are and start a weekend war. Altogether creepy and atmospheric, while maintaining a down-to-earth realistic feel.

9.Notwist.The Devil, You+Me
Gone, Gone, Gone
Oh so tender and moody. Light and dark, wrapped into eachother. Experimental and quietly jabbing you in the brain socket.

8.Hot Chip.Made in the Dark
Ready for the Floor
A dollop of fun. Will shake yourself for you if you were previously unwilling to do so. It is pure and absolute Hot Chip, with all the quirks and blips and wooky-wookyness to make you feel like you are jiving in the homiest, most comfy.

7.Sigur Ros.Með Suð í Eyrum Við Spilum Endalaust
Gobbledigook
Voted by Caitie and I to be the "Most Indie Band Out There, Ever", I'm almost glad I don't understand the words they sing, as I can make up my own meanings. This album is a little different from their others, which works out well for me. It has a more acoustic, and overall quiet feel, though some tracks offer the crazed deep drummings and running themes. Good ambienttttt.

6.The Dodos.Visiter
Eyelids
I found this a little late as well, but it took me and my house by storm. The click-clacking of the drums with the impossibly rich (and sometimes ridiculously fast) brassy, tinny guitar is layered perfectly with the gentle voice. Urgent. These be insane children. Insert dumb extinction joke here.

5.Vampire Weekend.Vampire Weekend
Walcott
Goofy, happy, tender. Ultimately catchy and different than everything. That alone doesn't entitle it to praise, however, there is something to be said about a couple guys making music that doesn't sound like anybody else's. Sticks in the head like a cat to catnip.

4.Ratatat.LP3
Shempi
Anything for this music. What is this music for? People have been known to drop everything and begin riding a horse while listening to Ratatat, and this album has the bruises to prove it. Will drip through every crevice in your brain.

3.Black Keys.Attack & Release
Strange Times
Gritty, coarse, beautiful. Incites rocking out. Energetic to the point of neurotic. This duo is a powerhouse armed. Do not operated heavy machinery while listening, though you'll want to.

2.Bon Iver.For Emma, Forever Ago
Creature Fear
The wintry sadness of this music is enveloping. This guy must have gone through some heartbreak. I could feel it in my bones. The tunes are very minimalistic, which works to our benefit. This album can be seen as a surrender. This album should be listened to as a whole, at least twice in a row. I discovered this one a little late, but it was the perfect timing as winter was setting it.

1.Fleet Foxes.Fleet Foxes
Blue Ridge Mountains
The pinnacle for this album came when we drove up to the cabin, and arrived just as blue ridge mountains began playing. The six of us in the van sat and soaked in the cold mountain air while listening. Robin Pecknold's voice is a clear stream of spring water. I could listen to the Fleet Foxes while reading The Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard and get high. Naturally. Tiger Mountain Peasant song is from a different time. As Nate said, must like Fleet Foxes, must have a fleet of foxes. The harmonies are engulfing.

What did you like?

amy remember

when we ate nectarines on the sandstone at upper calf creek falls on the fourth of july?

regret.

regret not finding humberto ak'ab'al's poetry books while i was in guatemala.

early hours

In the high hours of the night
stars get naked
and bathe in the rivers.

Owls desire them,
the little feathers on their heads
stand up.




i wish you could understand the spanish. my translations are inadequate.

http://akabal.com/

this is worth it.

amy's sick of this song because of me.

polyvore.com play

desi showed me this site where you can create collages. fun.

this piece is entitled jugular.

jugular

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.

albrecht durer etches the owl.

i love this owlet.

a foto for caitie.

i feel compelled to do this, because of caitie cruel. fourth foto from fourth album, and explain it.



this is the fourth picture from my fourth iphoto album:

sunrise over lake peten itza near flores, guatemala.
wires, pole, shrub, 9 hour 7 hour bus ride, tikal in the future.
love.


i tag tambo, army nelson, cami h. if you care to?!



p.s. and caitie, i loved that santi cat. and he loved my hand flesh, what.

rest in peace.

elliott smith died five years ago today.

someone found the future as a statue in a fountain
at attention, looking backward in a pool of water
wishes with a blue songbird on his shoulder
who keeps singing over everything
everything means nothing to me
everything means nothing to me
everything means nothing to me
i picked up the song and found my picture in the paper
the reflection in the water showed an iron man still trying to salute
people from a time when he was everything he's supposed to be
everything means nothing to me
everything means nothing to me
everything means nothing to me
everything means nothing to me

just another sad commentary on the e-con-oh-my!

http://brokershandsontheirfacesblog.tumblr.com/

by cholla

cholla is a horse, and he created these paintings.


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true. TRUE!

i'm all about bright colors.









and this guy:




what would it take to make me into that for halloween?




and i haven't blogged about austin (and the austin city limits music festival) because it has put me in a severe funk that can only be cured by moving there.







however i am doubly doubly doubly excited to relive a bit of the fest by seeing the fleet foxes on the 16th! i just got my ticket in the mail!








and this is an owl:


{_____}
(o)v(o)
()www()
--x-x--

missing you.

http://thatotherpaper.com/features/overheard_in_austin

product placement

harvey bringing in the bucks.

let's hear it for the carpool lane.

nude by radiohead performed by machines.

Big Ideas (don't get any) from James Houston on Vimeo.

"dame mas gasolina"

daddy yankee's words have never rung truer.

9>1>1>emergency

dispatch: what is your address and emergency?

amy: the address is bridal veil falls! the mountain is on fire!

(i don't know what dispatch said at this point)

amy: oh, ok. just making sure.













or something to that effect. drama is funny.

why so serious?

a few post-dark knight comments:

why so serious?

the mayor was wearing eyeshadow.

summer is my boyfriend.

mer.

i get so tired of myself sometimes.

a haute voix

moi: je me peux voir. je me peux voir en les filmes, le cine. tu me peut voir?

elle: je . . . te . . . peux . . . voir.

i forgot to post this for comparison.

hahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahhahahhahahaha!!!

i have heard recently that i look like:

the bionic woman. doubtful. thanks training dude (i forgot your name, sorry).


idina menzel. i didn't know who that was when the person told me i looked like her.


she is also, apparently, the wicked witch of the west. elphaba? am i wicked? thanks jeff.


the genetically mutated fish from the simpsons. thanks moe.


a tall drink of water. no thanks, student who resembles purple grimace from mcdonalds.




i don't believe in opinions. as a rule.

qu'est-ce que c'est?

fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa

mayonnaise?!

we had chocolate cake at macaroni grill. i looked up the recipe. who knew it had mayonnaise?

oh indy!

them bones, them bones.

the snow disappeared and left behind:

a dead pile of deer complete with fur and various extremities
a deer skull (perhaps from dead deer)
a deer vertebral column, rib cage and skull (with mandibles strewn about)

and a waterfall.

i was happy today

because stella ate a goldfish cracker.

the ecology.

the best thing i've done lately was buy a marvin gaye number ones album.

whoa, mercy mercy me
ah things ain't what they used to be, no no
where did all the blue skies go?

banksy.

http://www.banksy.co.uk/

with a thanksy to amy.

nos hemos graduado!

view if you like.

fears.

in summary.

still.

i enjoy things.

and i would write about them.

today made itself.

when i saw a 60-something grayed short chubby man trying on strappy women's shoes at d.i.

and again and again by the bird and the bee was playing.

spring!

to spring!

white

february 17, 2008 diamond fork, utah

sleep paralysis or what the huh?

the awesomestweirdest thing happened to me last night. i was having a very bright, intense, and interesting dream (which i can't remember now, dadnabit, all i remember is the intense color and the intensity) when i quasi woke up, but i knew i was hallucinating because i was awake but i could see bright colors and sunshine (in the middle of the night). anyhow, that's not the weird part. the weird part was when i tried to move my mouth and found that my mouth was completely clenched, tighter than i have ever felt, but not only that, i couldn't move my cheeks, especially on the right side. it felt like there was a block of concrete in my face, or my face was a rock. i tried moving my mouth and cheeks, but they stayed rock solid. i was panicked and worried but still in this middle state between sleep and wake, and i felt pretty helpless. the colors were there, but then i fell asleep again, i guess.

anybody experienced this or heard of it? it was creeptastic.

a good day to be born.

thanks, dudes.




daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang abe!

february 12, 1809

beauty.

to make up for the ugliness of that last post, i show you this:


photo by martin amm


please and also look at this link because the fotos are lovely wondermazing.

as per caitie's request.

reasons why amy is my hero

she just stood her ground in a classic battle of territory, and came off conquerer.

also, the sudoku during church.

and pizookie.

and she made me say "bum muscle rucker."

also, anonymously:

person a: do i look like a librarian?

person b: no. (emphatically) you look like a sexytarian.

either way by wilco

Maybe the sun will shine today
The clouds will blow away
Maybe I won’t feel so afraid
I will try to understand
Either way

Maybe you still love me
Maybe you don’t
Either you will or you won’t
Maybe you just need some time alone
I will try to understand
Everything has its plan
Either way
I’m gonna stay
Right for you

Maybe the sun will shine today
The clouds will roll away
Maybe I won’t be so afraid
I will understand everything has its plan
Either way

killer willard

never underestimate the wild kingdom.

awe and fear inspiring.

this will not disappoint you. turn the volume up, let it load, and full-size it.

you have to click on the link because the embedding option has been disabled for this video.

tell me your favorite part.

resemblances

this dude in my training group at work looked at me from across the cafeteria table and told me i look like the bionic woman.





that's cool, i guess.

i like it how it's always been

go progress chrome
they paint the moon today
some brand new future color
go progress chrome
i aim to shoot the scaffolds
i like it how it's always been
go progress chrome
nocturnal glare confusion
the night owl and i will hunt the contractor
go progress chrome
i won't be at your unveiling
i like it how its always been

grandaddy.

build a bridge.

magnanimatastic.

everything has a line a design a shape a form a thickness a sickness.

that's a line from a song you never heard.

shout out to heather: you are one of my favorite rabbits in the world! the universe!

i knew it. dharma.

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Genius Despot. Where You Lived: Argentina. How You Died: Consumption.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

i forgot to tell you, amy

i had a dream that mary j. blige's middle initial was k.

this one's for hillo

more gifts for the ones i love.

llamas!!

post christmas surprise for y'all

i like his shirt.
merry post christmas.

funny boys

andrea: what languages do you speak will?
will: SAME AS YOU!
andrea: yes, but what's it called?
will: french?
amy: bonjour!
will: no, i speak the language, like "HELLO!"

will: how do you know me so much?

will: it's pa-pa time!
andrea and amy: what's pa-pa time?
will: it means play with the girls!

andrea: what's your name?
henry: moin!

will: tell me you'll love the eyeballs. tell me you'll love the girls!



now i feel like christmas. leave it to two little loveable boys. dear me. i heart my fambly!

i feel like freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedom.

I almost thought in my sleep.
I almost dreamed in the dust,
in the falling rain of the dream.
I felt I had old teeth
as I feel asleep; perhaps
little by little I'm changing,
changing into a horse.

I caught the smell of the rough
grass, of the mountain ranges,
and I galloped toward water,
toward the four stormy
stations of the wind.

Good to be a horse
loose in the June light
close to Selva Negra
where the rivers run
tunneling under the turf--
the air there runs a comb
along a horse's flanks
and the language of leaves
moves in the blood.

I galloped that night
without end or country, alone,
coursing through mud and wheat,
dreams and springwater.
I left behind like centuries
the corrugated forests,
the conversations of trees,
the greening capitals,
the families of the soil.

I went back to my own region,
went back to not dreaming
on the street, to being
this grayish traveler
in the world of barbershops,
this me wearing shoes,
with hunger and spectacles,
who doesn't know where
he came from, who is lost,
who gets up in the morning
missing the meadow grass,
who goes to bed sightless
to dream without rain.

The minute they're not looking,
I leave for Renaico.


pablo neruda

forgive me my tangential thinking

a few things i like about work:

i like to break open the reams
of paper how my dad said he used to break them open when he worked at a
printing press. i throw one edge toward the ground and smack there, and
it busts open. pleasure.

i like looking at the christmas cards that come in. sometimes it's such a waste. just a printed message. the best was a snowflake papercut. i wish the dean would get a hannukah card. i enjoy the spelling of the word yarmulke.

and i like heather and her issues with radiohead. how can songs mess with the brain so much?

ok, that about sums up what i like about work right now. malaise.

people are like paperdolls. paperdolls
and people, they're a similar shape. the snow at the cabin was so
fluffy dry that i could actually see the individual snowflakes when i
knelt down to the drift. this is mind boggling, or it puts my brain in
a slingshot, pulls back, and aims for another black hole. scientists
say that each snowflake is unique, different (even if ever so slightly)
from the next. could that be? even with just a foot and a half of snow,
that's billions of particles of uniqueness (dad: remember, you are
unique. just like everybody else). what if you could see each
individual snowflake as it fell? or in a blizzard, each flake was
flashed in front of your eyes?

"bully black hole punches nearby
galaxy" now, that is a violent headline. and the black hole is
personified. neat. props to the news!

valentin, an argentine movie, threw me into a fierce nostalgia. i miss la gran republica like a hot iron misses a wrinkly shirt. or worse. maybe i could live there.

i'm trying not to listen to everything means nothing to me by elliott smith. and arpeggi/weird fishes by radiohead. and house of cards and talk show host by the same. i'm trying to listen to christmas music, but i can't. by trying, in all those cases, i mean failing.

i did get a good chunk of my paper done yesterday! i'm almost done! i want to live in a rock on the grand staircase!

friday

yesterday's conundrum.

three atypical things happened yesterday, all of which deserve mention:

1. my comrade was hit by a car
2. i won a prize
3. a sign saying boot/tow had the backslash changed to a y

my case is a coincidence.

they're not always meaningful.
yeah, it's meaningful.

meaningful how?
that's what i want you to find out.


about your life.
yeah, about my life.


and about the whole thing.
about the universe, you know? the big one.

noel nouvelet

sufjan, you win the prize for christmas music. this year's prize is one set of satisfied ears. sorry, you can't claim the prize.

but don't be fooled. christmas isn't the only thing i'm listening to. one word, in two-word format: patrick watson. find luscious life and listen to it.

another dangerous thing about christmas.

cats start acting messed up with a tree in the house. they are real creeps.

conspiracy theories

my office is bugged.

this one's for amy and mom.

i don't usually dedicate my blog postings, because, with a readership of two, i mainly feel like every post is a dedication to those two people. mom and amy. so this paragraph is inutil.

the purpose of this post is to show the warning signs and symptoms of golden eye disease.

beloved fambily cat, haeva (aka harvey), shows these token signs. she is suffering of the advanced stages of the syndrome.


sepia tone is used for its ability to tone down the sharp golden glare which emanates from the cat's eyes.ok you can't see her eyes here.


there!


poor girl. you can clearly see the symptoms in this one.

i don't want to put the world into a pandemonium, but i could see this getting as bad as the bird flu epidemic.

and, as you might already know, there is a movie coming out called "love in the time of golden eye disease." if you go see it, for the love of mankind make sure you wear some sort of sepia tone protective device, like sepia tone contact lenses or a jordy la forge hairband (sepia toned).

save your loved ones, and mankind (mank+ind) as well.

this is my 100th post.

an ode to father:


inside our house, i am lying on my bed, when i hear a noise:

(loud crashing, bumping noise)

me: dad, are you ok?

father: yeah, i just dropped my pitchfork down the stairs.










and many happy thanksgiving wishes to you and yours.

in my dreams i can fly.

dreams of flying. a few lovely fotografs.

soulja boys and girls

simply wonderful.

the humans are dead.

i am on edge today. not sure why.

sun bear makes you go awww!

avoid colon cancer, follow the global warming diet!

this is no fad diet.

the global warming diet is a great idea.


good reasons:

america, and a good part of the world, is in an obesity epidemic

gasoline consumption, simplistically put, causes environmental and political problems.

and:

6.5 billion gallons of gas would be saved

americans would lose 3 billion pounds overall

what a superb idea!






which reminds me, i would like a more friendly bicycle. my current bike changes gears without permission!

this is what i am thinking of, but perhaps with a basket attached to the handle bars.



or just a friendly schwinn.

diagnose what?

so, ritalin doesn't do much after all. amy, didn't we know this? i mean, i've always had a suspicion.

it may help in the short-term, but it doesn't help in the long-term, and it might stunt growth.

is it really worth it to have a calm kid?

i like the crazy ones!





dad: what is the difference between ADD and ADHD?

amy & andrea: H.

the whitest boy alive - golden cage

cool.

knock-knock joke

i just invented this knock-knock joke:

1. knock-knock.

2. who's there?

1. nobody?

2. nobody who?

1. not me.

my mom and sister thought it was funny, ok?!