a Christmas Eve I will always remember

A couple nights ago we were sitting beside the Christmas tree and trying to recall the events of the past couple Christmases. It took me several minutes to remember what actually occurred in these separate years. I, of course, cherish all of them but they seem to melt together in a single "Christmastime memory" with little distinction between them.

I doubt that that will be the case this year...

I Support Cookie Monster

It's a gift...this cloudless November morning

Enough by Jeffrey Harrison

It's a gift, this cloudless November morning
warm enough for you to walk without a jacket
along your favorite path. The rhythmic shushing
of your feet through fallen leaves should be
enough to quiet the mind, so it surprises you
when you catch yourself telling off your boss
for a decade of accumulated injustices,
all the things you've never said circling inside you.

It's the rising wind that pulls you out of it,
and you look up to see a cloud of leaves
swirling in sunlight, flickering against the blue
and rising above the treetops, as if the whole day
were sighing, Let it go, let it go,
for this moment at least, let it all go.


^ this is today

Happy October

Change.

(took this in Oct 2008)

October by Robert Frost

O hushed October morning mild,

Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;

To-morrow's wind, if it be wild,

Should waste them all.

The crows above the forest call;

To-morrow they may form and go.

O hushed October morning mild,

Begin the hours of this day slow,

Make the day seem to us less brief.

Hearts not averse to being beguiled,

Beguile us in the way you know;

Release one leaf at break of day;

At noon release another leaf;

One from our trees, one far away;

Retard the sun with gentle mist;

Enchant the land with amethyst.

Slow, slow!

For the grapes' sake, if they were all,

Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,

Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—

For the grapes' sake along the wall.

I adore this poem. Thank you, Robbie.

An Ode to Mama

Happy Birthday, Mom

My top 5 favorite bathrooms at USU

Bathrooms may seem like a strange choice in portraying the things I really love about my days here - but I have found this analogy to be sufficient. I think a lot about blogging when I have to use public restrooms. I think public restrooms provide a very introspective environment.

(Because of the lack of names for certain campus bathrooms, I will be referring to them by location)

So without further ado: My top 5 favorite bathrooms at Utah State University...

How To: take a public nap

Fav thing about Cache Valley = the safety and trust here. I have never before felt comfortable enough to take a nap in public - with the exception of an airplane or something. At Utah State, though, public naps are a very common occurrence.

Last year, when I lived on campus, I thought it was humorous to see the groups of people taking naps in the library or student center.
This year, though, I learned the beauty of the public nap and although I hadn't planned on it, became a master in the art of public napping.

I have been caught a number of times by friends and therefore can share

some techniques you may want to consider when publicly napping...

Finals

In honor of poetry month..

I was doing my reading for tomorrow's class and came across a poem about April.

I love this poem. This is exactly how April feels...

April by Cornelius Eady



Suddenly, the legs want a different sort of work.
This is because the eyes look out the window
And the sight is filled with hope.
This is because the eyes look out the window

And the street looks a fraction better than
the day before.
This is what the eyes tell the legs,
Whose joints become smeared with a fresh sap
Which would bud if attached to a different limb.

The legs want a different sort of work.
This is because the ears hear what they've been
waiting for,
Which cannot be described with words,
But makes the heart beat faster, as if
One had just found money in the street.

The legs want to put on a show for the entire world.
The legs want to reclaim their gracefulness.
This is because the nose at last finds the right scent
And tugs the protesting body onto the dance floor.
This is because the hands, stretching out in boredom,
Accidently brush against the skirts of the world.

Dr. G isms

Every once in a while you will get a teacher that is the exact flavor of ice cream you've been craving. That is Dr. G for me. She is more than double my age, but I'm pretty sure we could be best friends. Over the semester, I have written various "Dr. G-isms" in the margins of my notes. Enjoy a taste of this woman's goodness...