I have more substantial things to write about, but for now we're going to cover my current obsession: finding the perfect chair. Challenge #1. Must be comfy. I sit at a desk at work and for extended periods of time doing photos and design work so the comfort factor is important. Challenge 2. Needs arm rests. Why? Because I can't just sit still and straight for very long at all. See #1. Challenge #3. My "office" is in my kitchen and my counters are that bright retro orange color. For this reason, I kind of want a retro looking chair, but its gotta work with the orange in there. Challenge #4. Price. I can't justify spending much more than $75 on a chair, and even then, I'd rather drop around $40. I'm open minded though. Challenge #5. Must be in Salt Lake or easy to order online. My car just isn't going to make it to Utah County where it seems all the good chairs are. Here are some favorites from around the web though. . .
I'm hoping that by putting this out there, it will just show up.
Its 11:50 and I haven't slept much at all in the last 48 hours. I hope that means I'll sleep like a rock tonight : )
Fall break is over and we're back in classes. I think the second half of this semester is going to give me the intensity I signed up for. That said, I feel like I need to renew my commitment to school. Not because there's anything particularly wrong with my commitment right now, but if I've learned anything, its that this stuff needs to be generated over and over again. And again and again.
I'm still melting over the leaves right now, so for a little eye candy, check this out (don't remember where I came across it unfortunately).
And last but certainly not least, I bought hi-tops. That's right, hi-tops. I've been thinking about them for a while now but most of the ones I've come across are just way more self expressed than I need to be, so these seemed just right. What can I say, some ridiculous trends just need to be tried. . .
I can't get over the leaves! I'm not sure fall in Salt Lake has ever been so beautiful, but then, maybe I just opened my eyes at the right time. Its taking my breath away.
These photos are from yesterday, just around my yard. I was so excited to document our first tulips we had this spring, and even more excited to document these signs of fall. Enjoy. But first, a little Bruce to help us properly bid farewell to a beautiful summer. . .
The past little while has felt like a strange downward spiral, or small circles at best. I've often wondered if I really ever make any progress, or if I'll just vacilate forever and ever. Then there are days like today, when you wake up and the world is beautiful again.
I started off with some with e.e. cummings and this one opening line shaped my whole day:
may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living
I just about broke into tears when I read this. It busted everything open and I immediately felt so inspired by the leaves and the sunshine and Salt Lake in general. So naturally, I went on a little photo adventure and it fed my soul like nothing else could have. But first. . .coffee of course.
{morning had broken}
{the view}
{first color turn}
I just remembered a poem I wrote, long ago. It was inspired by an afternoon on campus, and that unmistakable autumn-only kind of heartache. . .
fall again
This is the season. Pumpkin smashing, and my head beginning to hurt again with floundering thoughts of you while I consider the person I was, am now, and will be someday when my dreams are re-colored and formed by my own two hands instead of someone else's.
Leaves keep falling and they ring in the truth of me, although it’s a truth I can't find. Can't quite catch as it falls.
Tired of being told to stay the same, I change.
Such vibrant memories : ) There are several more posts coming + more photos. So much to share in this here little blog world!
Fall is fading into winter and its leaving me with that heater on, sweat shirt wearing, cold kitchen tile kind of being stuck in my own thoughts. Which is probably good. I've been mega distracted lately and rarely stop to notice.
If that paragraph didn't make any sense, see if this song helps. Its overflowing with my current mood. . .
I've probably posted this poem way too many times by now, but it hits the spot pretty often.
SELF PORTRAIT
It doesn't interest me if there is one God or many gods. I want to know if you belong or feel abandoned. If you know despair or can see it in others. I want to know if you are prepared to live in the world with its harsh need to change you. If you can look back with firm eyes saying this is where I stand. I want to know if you know how to melt into that fierce heat of living falling toward the center of your longing. I want to know if you are willing to live, day by day, with the consequence of love and the bitter unwanted passion of your sure defeat.
I have heard, in that fierce embrace, even the gods speak of God.
I think I've been resisting writing about this subject because truthfully, I don't want to change up my current routine even though I'm often frustrated by it. That said, I'm just going to put it all out there. . .
I'm going to go to bed by 11:00 every night and going to wake up by 7:00 every morning. The ultimate goal is 10pm and 6am, but we'll start with some flexibility.
Secondly, Ayurveda has been on my mind a lot lately. I really want to live an ayurvedic lifestyle and I've been good about getting it going, just not so great at keeping it going. That's a pretty typical pattern for me, so alas, its something to transform. Weekend brunch is my biggest weakness, and this weekend was no exception. Tonight I did pretty good though. I finally broke out the bok choy and arugula (my favorite) + figs and peaches and heirloom tomatos. Tasty.
Mondays call for strength training and some hip hop class I haven't yet been to. I think dancing is extra good for me though. I'm going back to Wednesday night yoga, which means homework must get done on Tuesdays, after classes and before zumba. Then on weekends there's about four different yoga classes I want to go to. PLUS, I think I'm just going to tough it up and ride my bike to school everyday. That's a whole lot of physical activity, but things tend to be all or nothing with me. And its about time. I think if I don't kick my own ass right now, winter is going to be extra hard.
Finally, I hereby swear to the blog world that within the next week the following will be complete:
-Etsy store(s) will be up and running again. There's no good excuse for them not to be except photographing items, and I happen to like photography. I guess I forget this when its logiscial projects. -Finish setting up my iStock account. -Jami's logo/website -The last three photos for Nate's wall -Memorize my lines for Long Day's Journey Into Night -Set up Facebook page -Make a second committment board -Paint my chairs -Watch Dracula -See at least one play a week. This week it will be The Caretaker. -Brush up on my Shakespeare. I'm starting with Titus Andronicus.
In the next few weeks. . .
-Paint my kitchen -Register for The Art Weekend -Attempt my salt flats film project -Photo shoot with Erica and Turquoise Lovely -Update my entire Flickr presence
Whew! That's probably good for now. There is so much I want to do and yet I often get caught in these ruts where I don't feel inspired, just surviving it. I think the trick for me is to just keep recreating over and over again. I suppose its silly to think possibility will survive over time on its own. I know better than that.
And for the sake of this post not being ALL boring writing. . .
This is now my third year in theatre (combined) and the department is rockin' these days. I'm so proud to be there among such great teachers and students and productions. First and foremost, is the Bakkhai and it is a must see. Why? Because waking up early on a weekend to sit outside at Red Butte with coffee (or not with coffee) to experience a 2500 year old story done in a very creative way is rad to say the least. Secondly, it just about made me cry and not very many forms of entertainment do. Not even really sad movies. And I love to cry. Third, as far as gods go, it doesn't get much cooler than Dionysus. Just sayin'. . .
