Hyacinth, or 'burning bush'
Daffodils
my lil sprouts
green, purple, and white







The name of the exhibit is: "Dream of the Turquoise Bee: The Search for Wildflowers in Tibet." And, here is an informational website published by MPR: http://minnesota.publicradio.org/display/web/2007/10/15/botanicalpainter/
Let me know if anyone wants to go with me!

Above: 2 cute monkeys at the STL zoo
Below: looking down one arc of the Arch! ahhh!
Hello my longtime, but sometimes seemingly distant friend, my blog….
I know that I do not always write regularly, and I’m sure that it is apparent in most of my entries that I feel guilty about this, (I mention something about this nearly every time), but honestly, I do feel guilty. I will, as usual make the promise to blog more regularly. It’s kind of like communion for all the Christians of the world, or New Year’s resolutions concerning weight loss, or what-have-you: a renewal of a promise you always intend to keep, but somehow you just aren’t perfect.
I think lately, whenever I consider blogging, (which has been a lot lately, might I add, due to recent events & thoughts), I wonder and perhaps even struggle with what my blog is to me; what is its function? It can’t really be a personal journal because technically it is published material, and is seen by close friends and family- those at whom I often become most happy for or enraged with. By speaking completely (and I mean completely) freely I violate and alienate those people; but, on the flip side, I feel fake and shallow if I do not tell the truth about what’s going on in my life, esp. on something that is still so personal as a blog. What I’m saying is: if I’m angry, do I blog about it? if I’m happy do I blog about it? if I’m sad or some other feeling, do I blog about it? And I don’t just mean things concerning myself, but I mean these feelings concerning my family, close friends, colleagues, etc.? Even if I am careful, I might hurt someone’s feelings or say too much, or something, or even the simple fact that I am blogging about someone else might hurt their feelings because I either did not go to them first or already talked to them but needed another outlet anyway. I'm quite sensitive to this. I guess my conclusion lately has been to sit on my hands and not blog. I used to journal all the time as a kid and a teenager, but as I got older, it got harder and situations (of more and more adult nature) became harder and harder to articulate in 1,000-2,000 words or less on paper without killing your writing hand or absorbing all of your time. I’m a pretty social person and I consider myself to be rather introspective, so often I feel that I need both social and personal outlets to go over and iron out my thoughts.
I guess in a way then, through all of this written meandering I’m saying that I would like to try to be more open, esp. about certain areas of my life that I have not previously been able to be open about. Part of this is personal, in the sense that I, myself, wasn’t ready; and the other part is external, meaning other people weren’t ready or wanted the information shut up or didn’t (want to) admit to it. I have found that in my experience, you have to care of yourself first, others second- in order that you might be able to help others better, but not necessarily for this goal; perhaps you take care of yourself only to survive. I know this might sound all complicated and deep – and in a way it is – but really, I mean not to expose some sensational revelation like being gay, or a Marxist, or adopted, (none of which I am, lest you be confused about what I am driving at), but rather to be more open and candid about my life in general, and hold back less. Perhaps in the long-run it will be less sensational and surprising than it might sound, but to me it is a step that is a long-time-coming, and has taken a lot of thought and growth to reach. In a way I hope that it will be my social release from the constraints of wondering what people, in particular my family and close friends, will think—that is, if they even still read my blog!....
I do have to say though that when an issue becomes more candidly revealed it does lose some of its ‘exclusive glamour,’ if I can coin a term, but it can also be quite freeing as well; I suppose one must weigh which is seemingly more important at the time: keeping something to oneself to ponder, or pandering to friends and family for advice or help on that issue. At this point on my blog, I will be preferring (or at least trying to prefer) selective pandering to bottled up pondering.
Well, that’s 775 words right there. If I had had to handwrite all that, I’d be done for sure; thank the stars for computers and keyboards (yes, yes, I know typewriters have been around forever, but you had to practically punch the keys, which again would be tiresome!)
So, do I plow on into recent issues, or is this enough for now? I feel pretty spent having finally written the above material down. I’ve had it circulating in my head for some time now, and I’m not quite sure I have the energy and momentum to keep writing…. for today anyway. What I have said already, is already quite a bold move on my part, at least in my opinion.
However, I do have some announcements:
I would like to congratulate my cousin Eric and The Alarmists on their first (full-length, right?? correct me if I’m wrong) CD, which is officially released tomorrow (on my birthday no less!) and also on their album release party this weekend! Rock on!
Also, I’d like to congratulate my friend, Catherine, on her surprising engagement!
Other than all of this, my own update is that presently I am taking a summer course here at Mizzou: German (bootcamp, as I call it). It’s 4 weeks of “Intensive” German focused primarily on the reading knowledge requisite needed for masters/Ph.D. students in my department (among other humanities programs). We don’t focus on speaking and listening, but rather it is much like doing Latin or (ancient) Greek where you only focus on reading comprehension and recognition. We essentially do a year’s worth of German in a month – yup – minus some of the frill. Class meets 2 hours/day, 5 days/week, and we have at the very least 2-3 hours of homework/night; so, needless to say I am keeping busy with schoolwork for the month of July. As for my June and May past activities, in May I did pretty much as little as possible, to be quite honest. I basically recovered from this last year of graduate school that I somehow managed not only to survive but do well. I swear I don’t know how I did it sometimes, looking back, especially those last 1-2 weeks of class and finals and papers. How the hell did I fit it all in?? It seems impossible if I itemized everything that I had to accomplish, but somehow mental endurance and a little bit of this and that (not to mention many a meal prepared for me by none other than the fabulous Nate) helped me to manage it all. Anyhow, by mid-May I was spent with regards to using my brain for just about anything…. For the duration of May I slept in, jogged a lot more than I’d had time to in weeks…months…, swam in the apartment pool, read fiction, caught up on favorite shows recorded on Nate’s homemade ‘TiVo’ (or DVR, for those technologically-inclined), and pretty much just absorbed the last 9 months of school that sped by seemingly like a flash – this is no euphemism. I often found myself staring blankly into space whilst stuck leaning on a chair, trying to figure out what to do with myself, not knowing what I was supposed to do with all of this unfilled, unplanned, unspoken for time. For 9 months I was conditioned into a completely contrasting lifestyle, and to have that world come to an abrupt halt one afternoon after writing my last exam, (which only seemed like just one more on the daily regimen) somehow managed to be overwhelming in itself. Is this what retirement is like?? There were no screams of delight like the good ol’ days of elementary or even high school, where everyone ran home or out to lake with friends; all I saw that last day of exams was droopy eyelids covering glazed over glances made even more exasperated by knowing sighs of Teaching Assistants glowering to themselves over the fact that they not only had to take exams, but also still had to grade the exams of their own undergrads as well. I guess I was lucky in that sense since my appointment didn’t include T.A.ing this year. It’s funny how well I remember that last day; you’d think it should be a blur, but it isn’t. I finished my exam, walked out, walked to my car, went home, and collapsed. No party, no elated yelps – just pure, unadulterated fatigue. The party, however, did come later- the following Monday was the department picnic, at which all manner of good ‘spirits’ were fully accounted for.
By the end of May I’d found a summer job which started on June 1st; the University Archives has me scanning (digitizing), archiving, organizing, (etc.) many of their old, decaying negatives. It’s pretty boring, but rewarding work in the sense that I’m helping to preserve history. I’ve even come across a negative of Winston Churchill taken in 1949 when he attended a journalism awards ceremony here at Mizzou; so, occasionally I come across some interesting characters. I do this job part-time, and during June tried to do some preliminary reading and research for my master’s thesis, while now that German has started, I stay pretty busy with that instead. So now, between work and German I’m not back at full-steam, but it is a nice summer pace. Honestly, I can’t say that I mind the break, that’s for sure. Swimming is goooooood; relaxing is gooooooooooood; doing a little nothing once in a while is gooooooood.
I don’t really have any more summer plans than to finish up German (August 3rd is our final exam), maybe visit
Well, that’s nearly 1800 words, so I think I’m done for now, but look out for more candid entries in the future. Write me comments if you’ve got any!