Dear Benjamin Gibbard,
Thanks for writing beautiful, evocative, lyrical, soul-catching music.
Liz
Dear Chlorine,
Thanks for not only protecting me from water bourne illness, but also for the way your smell is rekindled every time I wash my hands or put lotion on. I tried to wash you off, but instead you keep reminding me that I worked out today.
Liz
Dear The Scientist,
Thanks for not only being the best Coldplay song ever written, but also for having such a mind-blowing music video. How did they get it to go backwards while his mouth moves forward? As I said, mind-blowing, which is something I need a little more of in my life.
Liz
Dear Hug from Said Tall, Skinny Boy,
Thanks for being the first hug I got after I didn't get that job I wanted. Your unexpectedness and genuity kept me from crying in front of all those people.
Liz
(I'm aware that genuity isn't a word, but shouldn't it be?)
Dear Mustard Yellow Shoes,
Thank you for matching so many of my clothes. I appreciate that you are as versatile as black, but better because you match brown.
Liz
March 25, 2011
March 19, 2011
Superman Sleeps in a Jimmer Jersey
Last night, I was in the kitchen at a friend's making brownies when someone brought in a copy of Jimmer on the cover of Sports Illustrated. I started thumbing through it and came across an article with a picture of Gordon Hayward shooting that heartbreaking shot last year in the NCAA championship game against Duke. If you don't know what I'm talking about, please take a look here. My gosh. Doesn't that just break your heart? I seriously could have cried when that shot didn't make it in. Anyway, the SI article said that it was a shot that could have changed history or something super dramatic like that. I got to thinking about one of my very favorite history-changing sports moments, and I thought I'd share.
Did Matt Holliday Really Touch the Plate? 2007
I like to think he did.
And then, just for all you BYU fans out there, I thought I'd post this reminder of why we bleed cougar blue:
Harline Is Still Open 2006
I love the Greg Wrubell audio as well. In fact, maybe someday I'll make it my ring tone. Maybe someday when I no longer go to the U? :/
That being said:
March Madness is in full swing (not to use baseball terms excessively or anything), and let's hear it for BYU.
(Rah rah rah rah rah. Rah rah rah rah rah. Rah rah rah rah rah. Go Cougars!)
March 12, 2011
What I've Been Up to Lately. Photo Style.
Celebrating the nephew's first birthday with these good-looking gentlemen who happen to also be my siblings.
Watching the Jazz get more or less slaughtered with Dad.
A party for Kim (back in Provo for Liv's blessing) and a reuniting of these good folks who I've known now for (get this) over 7 years.
Watching BYU not get slaughtered by Wyoming with my girl (but not my sister) Kaitlin.
March 7, 2011
La Muerte
If you swing by my apartment anytime in the next 2 months, you'll probably hear my girl Kaitlin or me use the word muerte. According to google translator, muerte means death in Spanish.
It all started when one time I put a paper towel on our stove top. Apparently the stove was still heated? It started smoking. Kaitlin yelled "Fuego!" And I responded, "Fuego. Muerte." Kaitlin got sick for a week, "Enferma. Muerte." Cute boy hasn't called yet? "Muerte." Running late? "Muerte." It's become the end-all, be-all, describe-all phrase for everything bad or scary or overly exciting.
So last night our friend Scott came by and Kaitlin was telling him about her recent illness. I said, as per tradition, "Muerte." Scott, bless his heart, responded,
"La muerte. It'll kill ya every time."
True that.
It all started when one time I put a paper towel on our stove top. Apparently the stove was still heated? It started smoking. Kaitlin yelled "Fuego!" And I responded, "Fuego. Muerte." Kaitlin got sick for a week, "Enferma. Muerte." Cute boy hasn't called yet? "Muerte." Running late? "Muerte." It's become the end-all, be-all, describe-all phrase for everything bad or scary or overly exciting.
So last night our friend Scott came by and Kaitlin was telling him about her recent illness. I said, as per tradition, "Muerte." Scott, bless his heart, responded,
"La muerte. It'll kill ya every time."
True that.
March 4, 2011
Gluten
today in the fridge there is a clear and black
rubbermaid container full of yellow chicken curry
and rice
my cupboard is full of popcorn
rice noodles
gluten free flour
skittles
chocolate chips
and the like
sometimes i go to parties and people offer me food
i of course (politely) decline
rubbermaid container full of yellow chicken curry
and rice
my cupboard is full of popcorn
rice noodles
gluten free flour
skittles
chocolate chips
and the like
sometimes i go to parties and people offer me food
i of course (politely) decline
i don't eat gluten
but thanks for asking