Il y a des gens qui n'auraient jamais été amoreux s'ils n'avaient jamais entendu parler de l'amour.
- La Rochefoucault

blogging

Blogging: I used to be better. Now I am horrid. But maybe I'll take it up again. That could do me some good - creating some writing, some lists, maybe some photos. Here's a little of how my weekend went.

Trip to Moab

• On the road at 2:05 with Meg, Greg, and Michael
  
• Made it to Colorful Colorado before we realized we didn't take the right turn.
• Michael's laptop battery lasted the entire trip - music the whole time!
• Great company - fascinating conversations
• Found a stop sign that says WHOA and an old school/church yard
  
• No campgrounds, though we checked out a few
• Made the trip to Moab in about 6 hours instead of 3 1/2 or so (despite the fact that there was definitely speeding involved).
• Met two people in the womens' bathroom in Moab - Kirk who was yelled at by one of the worker women for walking in, "NO NO NOOOOOOO, THAT'S THE WOMENS' BATHROOM!!!" and Laurie (who I know through Josh and hadn't seen for 3 years, except for last week when I ran into her twice in the SWKT). Laurie and Kirk were both part of our party.
• Available campsite eventually located in the dark!
• Dutch oven deliciousness by Greg- got eaten about 9 pm by this time we were out of stomach growls, our bodies had already run out of them. But it was a hit! Even a kangaroo rat/mouse wanted some.
• Campfire songs, scary stories, games, and laughs.
• Sleeping out under the stars in my mummy bag
  
• 4 am drizzling, everyone's awake, the boys are jumping up and moving everything from the table into the cars (a 2 minute walk, probably a shorter jog), girls are chilling/confused and therefore chilling in their sleeping bags on the foam pads watching the boys run around like madmen to get things in cars. They return. The rain has stopped. Greg and Michael opt for the tent that was previously unoccupied. Luke stays put 15 feet away from our huddle. Kirk moves onto the girl's foam pads.
  
• Dog in the early-morning hours. Sniifff sniiiiffffing around our campsite.
• Discovered how beautiful our campsite was - red rock, jabba the hutt surroundings.
• Saw 20 jeeps in a row - maybe more
  
• Delicate arch: one man was taking photos with a teddy bear so that the teddy bear would be ; he was not a native English speaker; another woman was doing an arch with her body - yoga moves - Meg therefore followed suit in our group photo
• Climbed all over that red rock!
• Made Kirk explain lots of geological information like green sediment, fault lines, and salt deposits.
• Petroglyphs
• Great music again!
• Mushroom and Swiss burger at the Lizard Cafe on Main Street next to the classy t-shirt and dress stores. Dirt shirt. And floral grandma dresses.
  
• Traffic held up on our depart. Why? There were women on horses herding cows across the road.
• We encountered rain and snow, sweated and shivered
• Passed the Pillow Talk Hotel
• Sang-yelled some Cranberries at the top of our lungs
  
• Missed pre-game traffic
  

Choose This Day

Welcome to my life: Figuring out how to manage my time.

Bloggins

Summer 2009 - Brief Recap

butter

I'm not sure what it is about Hathaways and storing things in the car. I can forgive the bottled water, stethoscopes, maps, freezer bags, however there are times where logic escapes me. Remember back in 12th grade when I found an entire melted stick of butter in my glove compartment? Or perhaps the can of exploded Cherry Coca-Cola in the compartment between the seats? I do.

Well, last night around 12 am, I slipped my cell phone into a harmless little compartment in my mother's car. When a text came my way, I dragged that little technological skipping stone out by its charging cord, and slipped it into my hand. Yes, slipped because I soon discovered that the once sleek design was significantly sleeker. Butter-in-compartments-in-my-car round 2 anyone?

Calf on the Bangerter highway today!

suspenders

I bet that man thought he was the only one wearing suspenders today on campus.

back

Well, I've debated and debated it, and I think I ought to take up blogging again.

J.K. Rowling Fairy Tales

This might be of interest.

This Is Real!

what if

What if your name were Maya, and it was pronounced Mah-YA! (like sushi-YA!) ?

beret

After weeks of searching for my blasted beret - in real life, at Forever21 and similar stores - today I made a breakthrough. I found it online!

why?

Why is it that the moment you start crying in a deserted-for-the-holidays university department, a second-language student suddenly appears and needs to use a stapler?

Abby Puts On Sunglasses

By the time I get home there will be another niece the same age as her.

3 Weeks!

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

-e. e. cummings

losing hair

What Your Hair Is Telling You About Your Health

Serious shedding

"Seeing a swarm of strands in the shower drain every morning isn’t necessarily a cause for alarm—or a signal that anything is wrong with you. It’s totally normal to lose about 100 strands of hair every day. And even if you think you’re losing more than that, remember that your head carries at least 100,000 hair follicles, so it’s possible to collect a handful or two out of the bath or hairbrush without it visibly changing the appearance of your mane. And since those 100,000 or so follicles have different growth phases, even as several strands fall out, dozens of new ones are just on their way in to replace them. So unless you’re starting to notice visible thinning of your hair or bald spots on your scalp, chances are the loss is nothing more than natural, everyday shedding."

Hallelujah!

Faust Arp

Radiohead - Faust Arp

One, two, three, four.

Wakey, wakey, rise and shine
It's on again, off again, on again
Watch me fall like
Dominoes in pretty patterns
Fingers in the blackbird pie
I'm tingling, tingling, tingling
It's what you feel now
What you ought to, what you ought to
Reasonable and sensible
Dead from the neck up
Because I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
We thought you had it in you
But not, but not, but not
For no real reason.

Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles out
Take a bow, take a bow, take a bow
It's what you feel now
What you ought to, what you ought to
An elephant that's in the room is
Tumbling, tumbling, tumbling
In duplicate, and duplicate,
And plastic bags, and duplicate and triplicate
Dead from the neck up
I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed.
We thought you had it in you
But not, but not, but not.

Exactly where do you get off?
Is enough, is enough.
I love you but enough is enough, enough
And now stop - there's no real reason.

You've got a head full of feathers.
You got melted to butter.

who

who did this?
Between the hours of 5pm, Tuesday and 2:00pm, Friday.

delightful

My thoughts were occupied with checklists and checklists of things I had yet to do. I walked past several people on campus, but I was stuck on my dramatic song. A towering gentleman in a black coat, slowed as I passed by him on my way to some campus errand, "Hey, I like your scarf." My wandering mind trying to conquer all of the blasted things I had to do this morning stopped. I looked up. "Oh... thanks!"

Thank goodness for people who can stop you in your worrisome thoughts.

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Late for class because I procrastinated a paper, I hurried up the hill that would later turn to ice by the time I got to leave campus. I heard some shouting, but cast it aside. When I reached the top, I noticed a certain gentleman in an orange coat and a face that indicated down syndrome, shouting to the world about the fantastic song he listened to on his ipod or cd player. And I smiled. Oh to live life without inhibition!

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I explained my paper to my little nook in my class, "Yeah... mine is on Dadaism and Radiohead's Kid A." No one said anything. I don't think they know who Radiohead is.