Although this is not timely, I went camping in Moab! And dang was it fun! It is definitely a sight to behold out yonder, and I recommend hopping on over the border for some fun.

I went down with a crew from Denver for a much needed weekend off from the delicious horrors of school, work, and Boulder in general. It was my summer vacation. We whiled away our weekend viewing the masterpieces of Arches National Park, Canyonlands National Park. There was also a rabid hunt for free firewood, a strange Aussie who no one liked but me at our campfire, s’mores to the maximum, and general merriment. I plan to go again in the spring, so please, do join me!

This is amazing….I know it is a little late, but isn’t it great when people do nice things???

http://wsvets.com/

1. Smokers
2. Environment Colorado

Let’s deal with number one first. I know you look cool, and sexy, in a James Dean kind of way. Your allure is undeniable. But here’s the thing. Even when you are walking down the street, you are polluting everyone’s air. Even if we pass for one second, I get one breath of your toxins shipped via highly efficient vescicles straight into my pretty pink lungs. And it makes me pissy. You see, this happens about once a day to me, despite my efforts to hold my breath at every sight of searing ash. One breath a day is seven breaths a week, which is one cigarette. That adds up to a little over two packs a year. I don’t need that. So, please don’t be offended when I give you dirty looks, honk at you, and and maybe even take my aggressions out on you in the street. Or maybe you should, because my lungs are offended by your filth.

Number two: “Can you spare a minute to help fight global warming?” I nod my head vigorously no, I am busy cramming my impromptu lunch of chocolate croissant into my mouth post work, in a flurry on the way to class. “Not just one minute?” “No (Goshdarnit!) I have class!” Unlike you, I am headed to a class that will help me bring health and a more pleasant environment to people all over the world. I use CFL’s. I recycle everything. I love renewable energy, and I do the best I can, so don’t cop an attitude because I don’t have a couple minutes to hear about you pretending to do something worthwhile, pester me for money, and then spend it all on overhead for your lame-o organization that I have never heard of accomplishing anything besides bothering people on Pearl Street. Not that I don’t appreciate your effort to help the environment, but why not spend your time doing something useful. I am sure that your work would amount to something much better than the occasional $10 you make on the mall. And if you insist on lobbying, why not try a place that isn’t one of the greenest communities in the country? Or perhaps your local politician? Or run for politician? Use your brain please. I know it seems fun to be liberal in Boulder, we all are, but you don’t have to be a moron at the same time.

I promise I am not a bitter person, but seriously. Seriously???

Did I mention that fall is my favourite season?

Last night I took a trip to The Lauging Goat, a delicious coffee shop at the eastern end of Pearl. The spectacle du jour was a Brazilian man plus a bassist. It should have been a clue that while we were ordering our deliciously steamy, fat-free, sugar-filled drinks our ears were assaulted with a series of clicking, clacking, screaming, vocal chord torture noises. Alas, we stayed for an hour, watching some horribly cliched artistic masonry including song, dance, poetry, and more vocal torture.

Despite the fact that this guy was bad (maybe just in my opinion), I was still awed by his fearlessness. He had mastered sharing his soul with a room filled with strangers, regardless of their (probably) critical mental critiques. With that, he inspired me. I have officially forgotten what it is like to creatively express myself (with the exception of photos, blogs, and salad aesthetics) in a traditional sense. I miss my dancing, poem writing, bass playing, painting.

Commitment to school and fitness along with whatever else I prioritize has filled my time for this area of my life, and I miss it. Even though I have never been exceptional at any of these things (far from it), Brazilian dude proved that it is still worth it to take the time to do it for yourself. I started today by downloading “Hips Don’t Lie”. Let the booty shaking begin.

p.s. The crazy “a’s” are not an artistic addition, I don’t quite know why they appeared or how to eradicate them. Sorry.

I am finding this statement to be more and more true every day.  Unfortunately for me, it has been experimentally determined (though not quite a law yet) that I have a severe knack for attention to detail.  Did I say knack?  I meant lack.

This topic is generally the bane of my existance.  I have come to determine that all of my problems, real or imagined, come from a lack of attention to detail.   At school, at work, in my personal life.  And it isnt that I don’t try.  Or care.  I am even borderline OCD when it comes to organizing things.  Just cross reference my Google calendar with my up-to-the-minute planner, with my color coded sticky note system (tomorrow is a magenta day).

What makes a person good at remembering details, and acting accordingly?  How much more successful are they in their endeavors than a person who forgets every other thing?  And more importantly, what is in store for a girl who wants to be a doctor, where details reign supreme? I am generally a big picture type of person.  But as sage books say, it’s all small stuff. ?