gentle kitten soul

i'm trying to make his life comfortable while he's around.

my guts are loved.

can you get to that?

running this time of day

my muscles are warm and pliant from yoga
the air is cool and energizing
someone is barbecuing chicken and it smells like maupiti
all the dogs are taking their owners for walks
olympus is inviting
the golden spruce shines in the alpenglow
the stench of brakes rises off of i-80
my kitten greets me on the front lawn
mosquitoes attempt to bite my shoulders

alan rogers, university of utah

"All scientists are skeptics if they’re any good, but they’re not stubborn about it," he said in a statement. "In science, you have to be able to change your mind when confronted with evidence. It seems to me that learning that skill is important, not only for scientists, but for everybody. It makes us better citizens."

another one from the bus

an exchange between two men, one exiting the bus at the front, and one seated at the back:

front: what and red bull?

back: what? (pulling out earbuds)

front: red bull and what was it?

back: oh, eh, cocktail sauce.

life is such a dark, dreamy thing.

from die antwoord's tribute to leon botha.

"free"

holocene

and at once i knew, i was not magnificent.

the stories and chaos coyote.

i'm looking forward to the navajo basket exhibit that will open in the natural history museum of utah fall 2012. the stories of these baskets and the people who create them are fascinating.

the art, the craft, the time, the dedication, the taboo, the tension, the renaissance.

the above basket was woven by elsie holiday and is available at the twin rocks trading post.

i love the stories so! one i particularly like is "coyote placing the stars." from indigenouspeople.net:

Coyote is just being coyote when he sees the Creator placing the stars in the sky from a bag in a very orderly manner. Coyote asks if he can help and the Creator lets coyote place stars in the sky reminding him to be sure and put the stars up in an orderly manner. Coyote does it correctly, but, as is his nature, coyote becomes impatient and throws the whole bag of stars into the sky distributing the stars helter skelter. The Creator scolds him for his carelessness and for the mess he made. Coyote leaves with his tail between his legs. Soon, however, Coyote goes back to being a coyote, only after that he howls at night when he sees the mess he made with the stars.

i might identify with Coyote.

jonathan franzen says:

you have to love before you can be relentless.

red and white

it settled onto my wrist like an old friend, as if it knew it by memory.

wish it weren't so.

gil scott heron will be missed.

for the record.

this is the first weekend in a good while that i haven't been out of town, busy with events or some combination of the two. it's strange to be able to sit and read with zim curled up next to me. it's cold and rainy. it's quiet, as my roommates all headed out for the weekend. frankly, it's a little unsettling.

it's that unsettlement that leads me to remember the last little while.

highlights of the last two months (in chronological order?):

sitting between jord and pm at bolero with sinfonietta and chaconne by ballet west.
crocheting with the lake bonneville coral reef project
moscow mules at bar x with the best of companies
seeing press plush at garfo and meeting the talented cara
shopping for amy at the blue boutique
hiking to the highest point of antelope island, frary peak, with two darlings
amy and todd's graduation
eating with mom, dad, jason and brandy
amy's bridal shower(s)
an epic easter egg hunt at the christopher's
amy and todd's wedding (to eachother)
brunch of said wedding replete with bird nests
poetry share at the salt lake city library
finding kolaches at johnny kolache
being in vernal with jord
sage grouse lek
watching georges st. pierre beat the crud out of the other guy
burrowing owls
hanging out with dora, talking about the gsl for traveling treasures
my graduation (technically a walk, as i won't be finished until early fall)
pat's barbecue with my family
wasatch community garden plant sale
EH potluck
little fat boy being towed by jord's truck from downtown
little fat boy being fixed without another costly repair
sundancing into the darkness with beth
my juicy knee
making and eating rolled tacos with the best caitie in the world
dissecting a cockroach
experimenting with saltwatercoloring
eating pakistani food and worrying about the rapture at living traditions festival
amy and todd's reception (seeing so many friends)
eating at the wild grape with jord
hiking the in the foothills with jord and zig, balsam root and astragalus lighting the way
taking in the lilacs
drinking a boba tea with pm
dreaming with brooke about loving the west
running 7 miles up city creek
bluegrass and pizza with the spensor and the tracy
nate's birthday dinner at bayleaf
running 9 miles with two lovely gals
so much good yoga!

and so many secret highlights.
maybe i need a journal.

this rain is making me nervous.

anxious and excited about the future.

i find it comforting knowing that no one reads this blog.

to love.

grand (iose).

http://www.jimdenevan.com/

i belong as a black atom

No sólo son míos la piel venenosa del cobre
o el salitre extendido como estatua yacente y nevada,
sino la viña, el cerezo premiado por la primavera,

son míos, y yo pertenezco como átomo negro
a las áridas tierras y a la luz del otoño en las uvas,
a esta patria metálica elevada por torres de nieve.

from Cien sonetos de amor, LXIII, Pablo Neruda
full poem here

where do you want to walk to?
where do you want to walk to?
where do you want to walk to?
where do you want to walk to?

burly=

beautiful + gnarly.

thank you, yoga teacher and the urban dictionary.