We as Humans...

WELCOME TO WEST COLORADO! Jenna and I went to hike at Horsetooth Reservoir, and as you can see it was SO much more than that! According to Native American legend, Horsetooth Rock in Fort Collins, CO, is not a rock at all, but the heart-turned-to-stone of a great warrior (Red Feather) slain by a slightly greater warrior (Black Feather) during a fierce battle.(pictured here on the left) On our perilous pilgrimage to
Horsetooth Falls, we battled poisonous snakes and saw all sorts of odd specimens of human life. Watch the video to see what happened!


In Nederland, CO at some Rock Store...it was crazy incredible! We were in shorts and t-shirts, and Jenna and Pouria have just informed me that it is now nesteled beneath 16" of snow. We spent the day with Pouria's friend Mira and her boyfriend. She was incredibly sweet and such a lovely person!The water was FREEEEEEZING!! But we survived with smilesPouria 's idea of "bouldering" ::chuckles:: apparently we have two different definitions of this adverb...Mira's boyfriend and I raced up a boulder...and that was great fun!I regret that we did not summit...That evening we went to a play called THE BLIND...excellent story, and apparently very dear to Pouria's heart.This is Mira and her boyfriend in line for The Blind. During the actual performance, the little wood spirits kept coming up to me and blowing on my face. I think they were conspiring from the time they sat us in our seats...they had it out for me from the beginning! We did have a few stare-down competitions during the actual performance, but no one really "won". I just held my breath and slowly turned my head to face them as they blew in my face... And they lived happily ever after...THE end!



I'm back in Tennessee now. I have to say that I was very inspired there...something in the air was amazing and drawing. I wrote poetry, began short-stories, wrote many things in my journal and had such a peaceful time with my dear family there.

Peace...

Blue Birds smiling

Every Morning when I wake up it is chilly and my nose is cold! It is so delightful and I wake up smiling...then I tuck my head under the covers or under my pillow and listen to the air and the morning noises. Jenna and Pouria live on a small street...it is so tiny that its length is about as long as Magnolia Blvd (in Nashville). But it is small and quiet (for the most part). They live between Boulder High School and University of Colorado and are roughly 10 min. walking distance from both. Last night the highschool had some kind of big game with a very loud and boisterous announcer, but I do not know if it was football or baseball. So the game went on for hours (as games do) and there was so much cheering and booing and loud crazy crowd noises! And the partying went on late late into the night. It did not keep me awake, fortunately ::smiles::
The inside of Jenna and Pouria's house is designed such that it feels like a log cabin on the inside. Lots of little nooks and crannies and everything - doors, staircase, ladder up to the loft - it is all small and narrow and wonderfully adorable! Today Jenna and I are headed to Ft. Collins to see what we can see! My camera ran out of batteries (it doesn't keep for long) and I forgot my charger and my computer connector, so I am sorry that there are no pictures for today. But there will be tomorrow :smiles::

Cowboys??

This video is called Awesome Indian Music Video...I think it is pretty awesome, and when I played it at JJ's, I would look around to see almost everyone a little weirded out. I was used to that, though, because that's what happened when I put my music on. Everyone knew it was me because I listened to a different kind of music - basically all over the board: Celtic, Jazz, Metal, Pop, Rock, Indi, Opera, Showtunes, blah, blah blah and more BLAH! So I dedicate this video to that entire experience.

Song Composed in August

(Robert Burns)

Now westlin’ winds, and slaught’ring guns
Bring Autumn’s pleasant weather;
And the Moorcock springs, on whirring wings,
Amang the blooming heather:
Now waving grain, wide o’er the plain,
Delights the weary farmer;
And the moon shines bright, when I rove at night,
To muse upon my charmer.

The partridge loves the fruitful fells;
The plover loves the mountains;
The woodcock haunts the lonely dells;
The soaring hern the fountains:
Thro’ lofty groves, the cushat roves,
The path of man to shun it;
The hazel bush o’erhangs the thrush,
The spreading thorn the linnet.

Thus ev’ry kind their pleasure find,
The savage and the tender;
Some social join, and leagues combine;
Some solitary wander;
Avaunt, away! The cruel sway,
Tyrannic man’s dominion;
The sportsman’s joy, the murd’ring cry,
The flutt’ring, gory pinion!

But Peggy dear, the ev’ning’s clear,
Thick flies the skimming swallow;
The sky blue, the fields in view,
All fading-green and yellow:
Come let us stray our gladsome way,
And view the charms of nature;
The rustling corn, the fruited thorn,
And ev’ry happy creature.

We’ll gently walk, and sweetly talk,
Till the silent moon shine clearly;
I’ll grasp thy waist, and fondly prest,
Swear how I love thee dearly:
Not vernal show’rs to budding flow’rs,
Not autumn to the farmer,
So dear can be, as thou to me,
My fair, my lovely charmer.

Her shirt says, "Keep Adjusting Weird"

I cannot help but wonder what this shirt means to her? As far as our culture, here in America, goes, her looks are nothing particularly "weird" even to Vandy Frat. standards. She's wearing neon-chartreuse hued taffeta-like workout shorts, the shirt is grey with red lettering, and her long brunette locks are sloppily tied back in a black hair band. She sways from side to side as she saunters out the door in her "old" flipflops and her painted dark pink toenails presented as she points her feet outward.
Here is Rusty. He is around 5' 5" with gray hair and a perpetual frowny face with thick gray eyebrows and a thick gray mustache. He always wears either a red or white t-shirt. He used to go straight to the beer cooler and get 2 6-pack of Amstel Light and 4 Grolsch singles. As we rang him up he'd say in his gruff unpleasant sounding voice, "I need a buey-suee too" which meant he needed a B.C. powder packet. He suddenly stopped buying beer one day and we asked him about it, 'I changed my reeligion" he told us. And....that was that. He's a bit odd..even for JJ's. He has a pepper farm and he lives in the middle of Downtown Nashville - around 2 blocks from JJ's.
What I want to know is - if one is "weird" by choice, and not because they are just who they are, is that then "weird"? What does this shirt mean? What is "adjusting weird" and why does it need to be adjusted? Are people like Rusty, who do not know that they are "weird" the ones whom she is speaking to or about? Or is she speaking to the fraternity and serority people around her? I want to design a shirt that says, 'Weird can stand on its own feet" and give that to her ::smiles::