22 July 2013

Bucket List Update and Revision

My new change of location midsummer prompted a few additions to the summer bucket list.

  1. Read Les Miserables.
  2. Get tan(ish).
  3. Learn a new song on the piano.
  4. Find cheap flights to Denver for Mark's wedding (fingers crossed).
  5. Write something every day.
  6. Explore the lighthouse at Discovery Park.
  7. Go to Elliott Bay Bookstore (and don't spend more than $30).
  8. Find the Sleepless in Seattle house.
  9. Listen to the singing monks.
  10. Become the alpha-male of the dogs I nanny.
  11. Swim in Green Lake.
  12. Go to the Jimmy Eat World concert.
  13. Go to the Death Cab concert.
  14. Visit the awesome cemetery on Capitol Hill.
  15. Read a Russian (with emotional clearance from Melis and/or C).
  16. Start (and finish) Jesus the Christ.
  17. Make tortillas.
  18. Watch The Breakfast Club.
  19. Paint.
  20. Go on a trip. (Canada? Spokane?)
  21. Dance on the roof.
  22. Attend a reading (or three).
  23. Go boating.
  24. See the PUPPIES.
  25. Show Jess an episode of AR with STEVE HOLT.
  26. Go to the temple with the boy.
  27. Fish. (Thomas?)
  28. Wash the car regularly.
  29. Visit the Seattle Art Museum.
  30. Go to an outdoor movie.
  31. Ride a ferryboat.
  32. Go to a Mariners game.
  33. Hit the Ballard Seafoodfest.
  34. Visit Chihuly Garden and Glass.
  35. Ride the ferris wheel.
  36. Go to the Marathon memorial in Copley Square.
  37. Swim at Walden Pond.
  38. Visit the JFK Museum.
  39. Buy an air conditioner.
  40. Attend a concert at the Hatch Shell.
  41. Go to a Red Sox game.
  42. Hit up Boston Magazine's Ice Cream Spectacular list.

03 July 2013

On Coming Home

Ten days ago I flew to my city, arriving to witness the intense love for their teams, even though we lost to Chicago while I was on the plane. Sadness. (Andy, no gloating.)

I spent the night with a cat and the next morning had two and a half hours of interviews with some of the nicest people I have ever met. Their company is pretty great, too. The afternoon was spent on Charles Street eating pizza and JP Licks with my favorite people, and even though I didn't really know, I knew I'd be walking to Harvard Square for more JP Licks with my darling Anne Marie regularly.

And I was right. I'm flying in July 29, walk to Harvard that evening AM? I can't think of a better way to restart my life in Boston.



10 June 2013

Summer Bucket List So I Have Something to Look Forward to when Nannying Threatens to Kill Me

(How's that for the bloody longest/worst blog title ever?)


  1. Read Les Miserables.
  2. Get tan(ish).
  3. Learn a new song on the piano.
  4. Find cheap flights to Denver for Mark's wedding (fingers crossed).
  5. Write something every day.
  6. Explore the lighthouse at Discovery Park.
  7. Go to Elliott Bay Bookstore (and don't spend more than $30).
  8. Find the Sleepless in Seattle house.
  9. Listen to the singing monks.
  10. Become the alpha-male of the dogs I nanny.
  11. Swim in Green Lake.
  12. Go to the Jimmy Eat World concert.
  13. Go to the Death Cab concert.
  14. Visit the awesome cemetery on Capitol Hill.
  15. Read a Russian (with emotional clearance from Melis and/or C).
  16. Start (and finish) Jesus the Christ.
  17. Make tortillas.
  18. Watch The Breakfast Club.
  19. Paint.
  20. Go on a trip. (Canada? Spokane?)
  21. Dance on the roof.
  22. Attend a reading (or three).
  23. Go boating.
  24. See the PUPPIES.
  25. Show Jess an episode of AR with STEVE HOLT.
  26. Go to the temple with the boy.
  27. Fish. (Thomas?)
  28. Wash the car regularly.
  29. Visit the Seattle Art Museum.
  30. Go to an outdoor movie.
  31. Ride a ferryboat.
  32. Go to a Mariners game.
  33. Hit the Ballard Seafoodfest.
  34. Visit Chihuly Garden and Glass.
  35. Ride the ferris wheel.

09 April 2013

Thank You, Basketball Gods

Sometimes when you really need a life win, the universe gives it to you.





Why yes, I am the Mitton Family & Friends NCAA Pool Champion. And held it throughout the dance.

01 April 2013

On In Houston

I'd dislocated my life, so I went to the zoo.

Four weeks ago I traveled to Boston for the annual AWP Conference. (Association for Writers and Writing Programs--don't ask me why it's not AWWP, I don't know the official answer. But it would be a stupid acronym.) It is a conference that I would be genuinely interested in each year, but was compounded by the fact that it was being held in Boston. Though I never admitted it to anyone (except maybe once to Mc?), part of my desire to go was a hope that my decision to move away would be validated by a return. I would see the city I love and the people I love and say, "Yes, I love them, but I don't belong here anymore."


I missed / the bitter tinny Boston smell of first snow, / the huddling in a cold bus tunnel.

My first twenty-four hours back in the city, I literally could not stop grinning like an idiot. I grinned when C picked me up, when I saw the skyline, when I walked into Quincy Market blocks from my old office. I grinned watching my BBQ chicken mac&cheese lunch cooked in front of me, I grinned on the T (the Green line, even), I grinned in the rain/snow down Boylston through Copley Square. I grinned walking into Clarke's. I grinned up the stairs of the Nottinghill House. I felt lighter, I was happy.


no bird can get its song sung right, separated from / models of its own species. 

Even with a red eye and a three-hour time difference, ten hours at AWP left me invigorated rather than exhausted. I went to panels on Boston's literary history, contemporary American writing, technology and the ebook's influence on publishing. I heard Tony Hoagland and Dobby Gibson and Matthew Pearl. I took pictures of old classmates running a panel, thinking, "They are presenting at a national conference and I went to school with them." I walked through a book fair filled with hundreds of books and lit mags and opportunities. I felt a spark rekindle.


I couldn’t relate to a giraffe— / I couldn’t look one in the face.

During Tony Hoagland's panel I heard a darling poet tell the story of how she began to write. Through what she called good fortune, she was accepted to an MFA program (the only one to which she applied). As she went to class each week and sat around a conference table to workshop she said, "For the first time in my life I was surrounded by souls that spoke to mine."


How did we get here, dear sloth, my soul, my sister?

When I graduated eleven months ago, I was tired. I had drained myself physically and mentally and emotionally; I needed a change. I thought that a new location could help this new phase of my life sans school. But when I left Boston I also left an integral piece of me. The piece that sees tiny details of design and admires a well-constructed sentence. The piece that has been with me most of my life, since my dad banned reading in the bathroom, but took me so long to find academically. These eleven months without it have been long, and sometimes dark. But for the first time in nearly a year I was all of me. Surrounded by souls that spoke to mine.

I choose to be all of me again.


April is National Poetry Month, and I connected more strongly with Gail Mazur's reading of "In Houston" at AWP than any other poem I have heard to date.

21 March 2013

dreammoods.com


  • I dreamed a friend got accepted to NYU for a PhD program with full funding. He applied to 12 schools in real life, but none of them are NYU. (None of them is? Char, Laura, thoughts?)
  • I dreamed I went on vacation to a cabin in the middle of nowhere (Idaho?) with my family, several Boston friends, some Boston friends' families, and a Jerusalem professor and his wife. One friend showed up in a crazy old station wagon and the biggest fur-trimmed coat I've ever seen.
  • I dreamed I punched a man in the face three times. 
  • I dreamed I still live in Boston. It was a perfectly ordinary Boston day. 
  • I dreamed I choked on tiny diamond chess pieces that were in my water like ice cubes. And woke up from the dream three times, like a weird version of Inception.
  • I dreamed a friend started dating some girl who dumped him for his brother, but he didn't know. When he found out she was dating his brother, he tried to strangle him.
  • I dreamed I was going on a mission and went back to Oregon to tell everyone.
  • I dream about starting a publishing house in a barn overlooking the sea.

15 March 2013

huh

My sister is a missionary.



Super, super weird.