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.