Monday, March 30, 2009

can't stop listening to jolene by ray lamontagne. please indulge for yourself.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

word of the day

dégagé: the art of being loose, free and easy.

Dear Outlook,

It has come to my attention that you suck. When I show up at work, I expect to automatically log online, and for my emails to flitter onto my screen without a hitch. Lately, you have been failing at your only job, which is to allow me to compose, send and receive emails. And I'm pissed.

Installing you was supposed to make my life easy. With you, I could work on multiple emails- at the same time! I could choose any font in the world. I wouldn't have to worry about opening my web browser to send that quick product request. But no, you have caused me to spend hours on Monday morning installing you, many minutes on the phone with tech support, and much more energy in frustration at not being able to the only thing I need to do. Thanks a lot. I'm learning you weren't even worth it in the first place.

I'm going back to webmail,

Friday, March 13, 2009

5 random things

1. right now in seattle, it is sunny and warmer than boulder is today.
2. last saturday, i learned how to ride a motorcycle.
3. in 7 days, i will be snorkeling, sunning, cliff jumping, and beaching.
4. ray lamontagne always sounds good, especially while sending product pitch emails and drinking coffee.
5. raspberry chocolove is heaven in chocolate form.


Monday, March 9, 2009

i want


and this...

is summer here yet?

new fave thing... this.

hello, spring

When the sun shines in Boulder, Colorado, people come alive. Springtime signals change, and reminds me that living and working on Pearl Street is one of the best things in the world. I would recommend it to anyone. When I can steal Dixie from the office and walk her to the Espressoria for a latte and then a stroll down Pearl, I notice how colorful and delicate Boulder really is. Being downtown is effortless. It is small, compact, and easily accessible. So when the first whispers of springtime air blow gently across the park at the Nature Conservancy next to my house, or through the open garage door at the Cup, Boulder and its residents wake up. We emerge from our winter skin, shedding our woolen scales and donning breezy shorts and flip flops. Although this winter was short, warm, and practically snow-less across the Front Range, the coming springtime feels just as refreshing as ever, primarily for reasons to come.

Something I crave more than anything right now is change. Lucky for me, springtime is the quintessential sign of change coming. This spring, most everything will start to shift- I will graduate college, move to Seattle in the fall, say goodbye to old friends, meet some new ones, wake up in a different room than I have for the past two years, appreciate a whole different kind of weather, and love a whole different kind of town. Moving to a city is something that scares and excites me all at once- I have lived, worked, and learned in about a 15 block radius for the past four years. Everything I need is within a 10 minute bus ride or a five minute bike ride. Pearl Street has been the setting for everything I have ever looked for- spirit, movement, simplicity, and sunshine. It has been home to my favorite memories- the Rio rooftop for Margaritas with Sara, the Mountain Sun for a beer after work at the Cup, riding my cruiser bike, or walking up and down the pedestrian mall, sharing a conversation with a good friend. My poetry professor always taught me to refine my understanding of place: that is, where the poem thrives, where it functions, where it breathes. Boulder has shaped my sense of place for four years, and that place is about to change. The city and all of its rain will newly redefine where I thrive, function, and breathe, and I couldn’t be more excited.