Archive for the ‘Life’ Category


A Monkey Could Do It

April 24, 2011

It’s been a while. Sometimes I feel like if you don’t have a baby – or, in my case, don’t like babies – your blogging life is very nonessential. But I’d like to keep this up a little better. I think about it sometimes.

Here are some things I like lately:

Remember how I said I didn’t really like babies? I love this baby! She’s a hot mess with a squidgy face who loves alcohol and … what look to be beans? She seems like a real party.

I watched all seven seasons of Buffy the Vampire slayer in a few short months. After watching the last episode I immediately requested the comics at the library. I haven’t been this obsessed since X-files. Evil Willow, where have you been my whole life?? Well, you were always on the WB/UPN, channels even my 12-year-old self mistakenly disregarded. My bad.

I’ve been trying to get better at drawing lately. I have a pretty good sense of space, if I do say so myself, it’s just a matter of practice and finding some ounce of creativity I might have. I doubt anything is going to come of it, but I’ve really been into this guy’s art. Matt Phalon works on children’s books and I think his style is simple and expressive.

Scott and I went to DC a few weeks ago and saw cherry blossoms, political mumbo-jumbo, and Spike from Top Chef. It quickly became one of my favorite cities. So clean and young with a nice sense of bright-eyed optimism.

I finally got accepted into a school and am going to be getting my PhD in American Studies from the University of Utah. Currently planning my schedule out and trying to decide to take an experimental literature course or a course on 19th century British portrayal of animals. I’m very excited. In the meantime…

I’m still walking dogs.


New Years Resolutions

January 18, 2010

1. Present at three conferences with three different papers.
2. If Film Threat decides to be permanently extinct, find another reliable internet magazine to write for.
3. Lose at least 15 pounds. A pretty superficial goal, I know, but in the past three years or so my metabolism has dropped dramatically (or it’s a thyroid problem, but who knows? what with not having insurance and all.) and I’ve gotten to a point where I’m not physically happy with myself. It will probably take a dramatic kind of change (I’m thinking of trying my dad’s vegan/no preservatives thing) and I’m not looking forward to that. I like to cook. I like to eat. Losing weight is bullshit.
4. Practice the piano. Ideally every day, but at least a few hours a week.
5. Make this blog and Dear Jesus into something I’m proud of. Start some weekly/monthly series. Make a new banner. Interviews, art, interesting links.

6. Hike in Moab.
7. Organize a photo walk or two. (Part of this goal will be getting new batteries for my camera, I guess)
8. Submit an article to a children’s magazine.
9. Spend some time making art that I don’t have to follow from a pattern.
10. Make this house some curtains.
11. Learn to knit.
12. Take Scott camping up at my parents’ cabin.
13. Visit the animal sanctuary  in Kanab.
14.  Create an herb garden.
15. Read 100 books.


Some Shout Outs

January 18, 2010

I recently went through my blogroll and deleted the blogs I read just because I hate that person and want to feel better than them. You know the types. The people you barely know anymore but still bother to keep up with, examining their photos for blemishes and mocking their blotchy newborns. I decided that this is probably a sentiment I could do without. And now it turns out that I hardly have any blogs to check up on.

Some, but not enough, of my friends have blogs, most with blogs do not post often enough for my liking (my liking would be twice a day, so I don’t expect everyone to comply, but you should at least post once a week, right? Keep me entertained!) and others with blogs only post about their business. And as much as I like your business, throw in some personal shit once in a while. (Lady Danburry does a great job with combining the personal with the professional. Thanks, Lady!)

Does anyone who reads this blog read strangers’ blogs? I’m not really expecting an answer in the affirmative here since I haven’t done any promotion for this blog and my stats reflect that. How do you find those blogs? Why do you find them interesting? I tend to scan through a few film blogs (Film Experience and Final Girl are a couple of my favorites), but for the most part I stick to friends. And I just don’t have that many interesting friends.

Oddly enough I really like reading the blogs of my friends that have kids. It’s such a foreign experience for me since those friends with kids have always moved away (I don’t blame them, Utah isn’t a great place for child rearing, I’m sure) and I never ever ever ever plan to have one of my own. Samantha‘s blog is fascinating to me, and so is Natasha‘s, because one kid is one thing, and two kids seems to be quite another. The shit those women have to deal with when they enter that Mother world baffles me! They also seem to be a lot more candid than my other blogging friends…I don’t know if it’s because they’re constantly being pooped on, barfed on, etc. so there’s just no more dignity left, or if they just want a more honest recording of their daily trials. Either way, it’s pretty cool.

Heather Conover‘s blog is a good mix of informative and personal and funny. I also love Heather Adair‘s crafting blog when she actually posts on it – which is rare, and that’s stupid, since I keep checking it every day and wasting my precious time. Aaron/Brian/Gavin/Dusty/etc. have Killer Buds, but I really miss when they all had separate blogs they also maintained with simpler formats and more gossip…ok, hardly any gossip, but I gobbled up whatever I could.

I used to have family members that blogged, but the only ones left that do it consistently are Stephanie and my sister Madison (I won’t even bother with her link because it’s private, which is another thing I think is stupid). Stephanie always has great pictures of my favorite cousin-once-removed and Madison always has good dirt on the boys she thinks are cute (could that be the reason for the privacy??).

So if you have a blog you should leave me a comment, you should add me to your private little lives. I’ll rarely comment on your blog, but you should know I’m probably checking it 5, 6, 27 times a day. Don’t disappoint me.


X-Phile phor Liphe

January 18, 2010

The other day Scott asked me what I knew the most about in high school. It’s a hard question because:

a) I don’t really remember high school. My best friend Heather and I will be walking down the street and bump into someone she knows from school and who I have never seen before. But Heather and I both went to Timpanogos. I hated high school and I’m sure some of my gaps in memory were self-induced, but it’s strange how little I remember about even the good times, whereas elementary seems crystal clear.

b) I didn’t know anything in high school. That being said, I was a know-it-all. I think I pretended to know a lot about punk music, the 1960s and the vietnam war, and literature, but when I really consider what I did in my spare time, I realize that I barely knew anything about anything except whining about boys.

So at first I told him that it was probably pop punk music. I spent a lot of money on CDs and I usually knew about bands long before they became popular. But wait, that was the side I projected. The “cool” “punk” kid that wore those plaid pants and put patches on her backpack. In reality, I was kind of an obsessive geek. So I delved deeper and quickly came to the conclusion that the thing I knew the most about in high school was The X-Files.

If this magazine didn't just give you a huge hard-on, don't even bother with the rest of this post.

Remember when Krycek lost his arm?!?!

Badge numbers, witty Mulder lines, side plots involving Skinner and Krychek, every episode where Mulder and Scully touch, these facts are still very easy for me to retrieve. And of course they should be, since I spent most of the summer before my freshman year reading fan fiction, printing out scripts, and writing my own script (about a magician that causes your greatest fears to kill you!). My locker was covered in printed out photos from fan sites. Anytime a magazine featured Gillian Anderson or David Duchovny in any way I would either buy the magazine or someone familiar with my obsession would cut out the article for me. I was there first showing, opening day of the film, waiting in line, wearing my “I want to believe” t-shirt. And, most embarrassingly – and a fact I have revealed to few before now – when we first got the internet I would tie up the phone line for hours, staying up late into the night, RPGing in X-Files AOL chat rooms.

Scott and I went out to lunch the other day with Brian, Greg, Aaron, Heather, and Luke and for the first time I realized how comfortable I am with that group of friends. I’ve always been willing to talk about storm troopers or cross stitch with them, but this time I busted out the X-files trivia. And it was awesome! Luke remembered “Triangle”: the episode that came out right after the movie in which Mulder and Scully finally kiss (because in the movie they were about to, but then Scully was stung by a bee carrying the Black Cancer. And even in “Triangle” they don’t really kiss, because Mulder is stuck in a time warp in the Bermuda Triangle and meets a jitterbugging gal that looks exactly like Scully, but it’s not really her. Sort of a let down, really).

Walking in Memphis is my favorite song.

In a few weeks I’m headed down to New Mexico to present at the pop culture conference. And you better believe I’m taking the four hour side trip to Roswell. I’m going to go to a cafe where they serve sweet potato pie, I’m going to the UFO museums, and I’m going to live out one of my long-time Phile fantasies. And so is Scott.

Oh, Lucius Hartwell, you stole my heart, big Texas teeth and all.

Next stop: Berlin.


Working for the Weekend Pt. 1

December 31, 2009

I love my job, but there are hazards. The inversion lately, for one, which they say is just as bad for you as smoking cigarettes. Then there’s the snow, rain, hail, and sun. Those weather conditions are all no good. Being outside in general has never really been my thing. But for these little guys, it’s totally worth it.

I haven’t seen Ozzy in a long time. This is a picture of him with Flat Stanley when I was house sitting (we were asked by some second graders to take pictures with Stanley around Salt Lake City. Coincidentally the other poodle I walk is named Stanley.). Clearly the best part about Ozzy was his mustache. The second best part was that Scott loved him, too. Scott isn’t a huge dog fan, so I’m constantly introducing him to the dogs I walk in order to feel out which kind of dog I’m eventually going to force him to own. I think we’re leaning towards a standard poodle. They’re smart. Well, except Ozzy has a tendency to eat socks, which he then poops out in turd-shaped cotton bundles. Adorable.

Annika and Chaz are fucking insane. They whine all the way to the park, then spend the entire hour/hour and a half running like mad in and out of the creeks and lakes. Chaz especially is obsessed with fetch, to a fault. We can’t play too much in the summer because he’ll literally fetch himself to death. I started walking Chaz as a puppy, and his energy has only gotten more and more spastic. I kind of hate him, actually.

At Tanner park one day I was trying to leash up six dogs and herd them into the car. Chaz had a ball he kept dropping down the hill and then lurching against his leash to go retrieve, pulling my arm and the rest of the dogs along with him. Eventually he wriggled his way out of his collar and I screamed at him “Chaz, you little fucker!” I look up and a five-year-old little girl is standing in front of me with her mother. Nothing I could do at this point except mumble I’m sorry, wipe the copious amounts of sweat of my forehead, and continue on to the car. They’re actually really good looking labs, and they are so eager to please, they’re just dumb as rocks.

Chaz. Trying to "fetch" the camera.

Pepper is the sweet King Shepard I walk. No one ever wants to play with him because he’s so big and intimidating, but when a pit bull or a bull mastiff is around, Pepper plays exactly like a puppy would, pouncing paws first. Pepper loves kids, which freaks parents out. But I’ve noticed most kids are cool with big dogs. Even when they’re barking or running straight at them, kids seem to have a confidence in their skills with animals that adults don’t have. That confidence makes the dogs I walk much more comfortable with a huge group of first graders than any adults.

Chubs (officially named Mr. Chubs) is probably my favorite of the dogs I walk, though, like children, picking a favorite is kind of pointless. He’s a GIANT golden retriever, who is constantly running up to strangers and leaning his full weight against their legs in order to get all of their attention. He always has a smile like this one on his face. His paws are enormous – the size of my hands, probably. When his sister, Olive, loses her ball, Chubs will go find it, bring it back to Olive, and drop it at her feet. When I was stuck in an eddy last summer, Chubs was the first dog to jump in after me…only to get stuck himself. Oh well. It’s the thought that counts, and Chubs’s loyalty is complete.

Besides his mediocre picture, there’s nothing not to love about Olive. She’s a tiny little lab that loves playing and loves her ball. She’s one of the only dogs that dares to play with Stanley, my standard poodle, and Pepper. She’s fearless. The only time I’ve seen her intimidated is when I wear my big, poofy hat and she can’t figure out if I’m her dog walker, or a serial killer.


You ate that whole thing?!

December 16, 2009

A dog took it! He came out of nowhere!

Our meals this week have been pretty impressive. I’m a cook and a blogger. But not because of that fucking Julie and Julia (though I did watch it…and didn’t like it…but was maybe…just a little…a tiny bit inspired to cook….a bit).

My favorite thing I made this week was eggplant with tomatoes and parmesan. You saute some garlic and onions and spices, you add the tomatoes and a bunch of lemon juice then the eggplant. I served it on crusty bread and it was so awesomely delicious. Spicy and lemony and soft and wonderful. Scott has called it the best homemade meal he’s ever eaten, which made me feel like a real chef.

The next best thing we ate was avocado enchiladas. It had this green pepper, onion, garlic paste that was spread on each tortillas with sauteed zucchini, tomatoes, and jack cheese.

We’re trying to eat healthier, but the food I’m making is so good it’s hard not too overeat our fat little hearts out. If you want the recipes for obesity through vegetarianism, email me. Next time I’ll have to take pictures to make you jealous.

In other news, my potato salad turned out kind of mushy, but I ate it anyway because we’re poor and can’t afford to throw out perfectly good boiled potatoes.