A million questions

Last night was almost perfect.

Those moments are like that. It’s just us–me and Zed, so often I sometime forget he wasn’t always there. (Don’t worry we always have our puppy in mind, Archer won’t let us forget he is the MOST IMPORTANT DOG IN THE WORLD.)

We needed a quiet night away. Not in, no hermit-ness, outside, around people, maybe see a movie. We don’t frequently agree about which movies are worth theatre price tags when compared to literally any other format. We loved “They Came Together” at home on Xbox for maybe $7.

So what warrants twice that for two plus popcorn and soda?


‘Cause we classy y’all.

No, not really. We both love sci-fi and fantasy, then you throw in some of my favorite Korean famous people and I can’t help myself. My butt is in the theatre almost through telekinesis.

And you know what? It paid off.

The movie was brilliant. Tightly woven, tightly acted, beautifully shot, and infused with the kind of energy films get when the entire creative team seems like they’ve been waiting their entire professional careers for something so wonderful to throw all their talents into. And then, it’s gorgeous.

The symbolism, layers, meanings, and everything come together in a very French way. The style always maintains a certain Korean-ness in my opinion and the acting held together by Tilda Swinton’s brilliant weirdness is so America. The film felt international from the moment it began and in a dystopian world with few survivors and few languages, it was just what it needed to set the mood.

Oh, and the steam punk was a lovely touch.

So that’s us then. Me and Zed. Not nearly old enough to be regulars to Wednesday movies and members at the local independent theatre, but doing that because Wednesday nights fit our schedule for an “only us” date. And the membership is cheaper than paying all the time.

We’re old. Only we’re not.

Are we?

I did find a gray hair not too long ago.


After the movie, we walked out into the slowly darkening night. (Yes, we went to a movie that early in summer.) We talked about the merits of the film, and how together we’re like one hipster; separate we’re a crazy cat lady and an ogre. Then it was home. And time for another walk this one with a dog. We walked in a light desert rain. The kind of rain so soft and slow it feels more like the perfect breeze to a steamy day than a rain storm at all. The sky kept darkening as we wound our way around downtown.

Eventually, we made our way home. Just in time for the down pour to really begin. Archer hid under the bed at the first sign of thunder. Zed turned on a kung fu film. I snuggled up with the man than the dog before finally settling into an easy sleep.

Is it really that easy? Happiness is just another day with a little bit of work.


A long hiatus and then this

At the end of June, something delightful happened.

I got a job! A grown-up, adult job with health insurance and regular pay. One of those kind of jobs. It’s been a nice change. An office outside of my house, talking to people, making new friends and learning new things.

Heck, I like it so much I’m surprised I didn’t break the news via FB earlier. But no, it’s special blog only type stuff like this that makes this place extra nice for the big news.

So the new job is at a local professional theatre. I work in development (raising money) and communication (selling tickets). It’s all kinds of fun reading plays, hanging out with actors and learning the world of non-profits. Every day is different. I work with a small team of wonderful people that make even the worst days in the office a ball.

I love my job.

And it’s so nice to love what I do that sometimes I forget to leave any free time for this blog and other hobbies I once had.

I haven’t read any books in too long; and I finally broke down and started baking at 6 a.m. just so I could make something new. Between the dog walks, the boyfriend and the job, there isn’t a lot of time for other stuff. Now that I’ve had a month to get into the groove a bit though,  I’m hopeful I’ll have a minute more of time for this online stuff. ‘Cause I lurves it and some of the coolest people I know are most accessible online. So I gots to stay.

P.S. This post should have originally published in August 2013. However due to “technical difficulties” (sometimes called laziness) it has not been published until now. 

To space camp and beyond

Me and team Atlantis in 1999. We were so cool. You have no idea.

Me and team Atlantis in 1999. We were so cool. You have no idea.

When I was in the fifth grade, I won a scholarship to attend a space camp in Ogden, Utah.

I was skinny, awkward and terrified of everything. It was the same year I started wearing glasses and getting boobies. It was terrifying. Personally I’ve always believed I was the epitome of awkward pre-teen in every single possible way. There just wasn’t much I liked about myself or the world around me.

Astro Camp changed that. A little bit. It was a week of hanging out with other kids who were equally intrigued by Newton’s Laws, engineering, space and the possibilities of the universe. I loved it.

I loved it so much I even managed to raise enough money to go again the following year.

It was the one week in 52 where I felt like me. I wasn’t ugly, friendless and strange at Astro Camp. I was smart, funny, pretty, likable and the best co-pilot on team. (No really, I actually won a blue ribbon for that one.) It was an intense week for a socially awkward loner of kid who was deeply homesick most of the time. I had to swim and even worse wear a swimming suit in front of boys. I had to wear my glasses all the time because there’s no landing a simulated spacecraft without sight. I had my first kiss. I cried a little for my family. But mostly I found my place, a tiny little corner of the universe where I could be excited about gravity and stars. A place where everyone was cool with me excitedly blurting out the story of Andromeda in a home-made planetarium.

It was awesome!

I miss the care free kind of way summer slips by in childhood, especially at space camp.

BTW as an adult, I love dropping the “space camp twice” bomb on anyone who thinks I’m not nerdy enough to love astronomy. Boom! Yeah, I know who Neil deGrasse Tyson is and I understand why we’re “all made of stardust.” I only wish I was as bad ass as Astronaut Abby.

Much Ado About Anniversaries

It’s a busy, busy weekend with the Utah Arts Fest, Gallery Stroll and just the all around fun of summertime.

It’s also finally Much Ado About Nothing weekend in SLC! Whoo-oo! To help celebrate this latest Joss Whedon goodness and a little anniversary with the boyfriend, I’m making lemon cake with blueberry compote. (Strawberry champagne cake plans were scrapped in consideration of Zed’s taste buds.)

The Cake Recipe:

Lemon Cake by Ina Garten

1/2 C. (1 stick) unsalted butter, at room temperature
1 1/4 C. granulated sugar, divided
2 extra-large eggs, at room temperature
3-4 large lemons grated, set the zest aside
1 1/3 C. flour
1/4 t. baking powder
1/4 t. baking soda
1/2 t. kosher salt
1/2 C. freshly squeezed lemon juice, divided
1/2 C. buttermilk, at room temperature
1/2 t. pure vanilla extract

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Grease and flour one (8 1/2 by 4 1/4 by 2 1/2-inch) loaf pan.

Cream the butter and 1 cup of granulated sugar in the bowl of an electric mixer, until light and fluffy, about 5 minutes. With the mixer on medium speed, add the eggs, 1 at a time, and the lemon zest.

Sift together the flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt in a bowl. In another bowl, combine 1/4 cup lemon juice, the buttermilk, and vanilla. Add the flour and buttermilk mixtures alternately to the batter, beginning and ending with the flour. Pour the batter into the pan, smooth the top and bake for 45 minutes.

The Blueberry Compote


2 C. blueberries

1/2 C. granulated sugar

3 Tbs. lemonade (I actually used a lemonade with blueberry drink, and suspect it might be best with fresh squeezed lemon juice.)


Add 1 cup of the blueberries, the granulated sugar and lemonade to a small sauce pan. Cook on low for about 10 minutes, stirring occasionally. Add the remaining blueberries and cook for an additional 10-ish minutes until the mixture is thick and syrup-y. It kind of looks like a thin jam to me.

Serve on top of sliced lemon cake or with crepes. It would also be delicious on a cheesecake!

Adorably Zed has volunteered to remake the very first dinner he ever cooked for me. (I couldn’t even remember what he made!) He will brine, slow cook and grill pork chops and asparagus for this lucky lady.

I’ll be sipping the Poema Cava and reciting Shakespeare. Maybe I’ll even remember to take a picture or two.

Granary Row and The Porch

Opening night at Granary Row. Photo via facebook.com/granaryrow

Opening night at Granary Row. Photo via facebook.com/granaryrow

Last week there was a bit of buzz about town with the opening of Granary Row.

It’s in one of those industrial west-side neighborhoods where it feels like no one lives, but trains and trucks. The area is hemmed in by a freeway on all sides. It’s a favorite haunt for budding photographers hoping to get their urban decay on.

It’s where I’ve met a number of amazing entrepreneurs working to build small businesses that make SLC more vibrant.

And it finally feels like a neighborhood.

The Kentlands Initiative worked with the city to design and build a “pop up market and festival.” Granary Row is made up of recycled cargo containers redesigned with gardens, restaurants and shops in mind. My favorite part is that the whole thing sits in the middle of a wide street. Those wide mid-western streets drive me crazy. It is one of the worst features of SL,UT life, especially on the west side.

A row of trailers breaks it up nicely. And it feels for once like a walkable area.

I’m going by weekend-only hang out tonight. My first stop is going to be the Porch. The group invites locals to tell stories about their lives in a supportive atmosphere. I’m thrilled the Utah Valley group has a second home “up north.” It’s the closest thing we have around here to the Moth, and I’m excited to see how it goes.

I can’t wait to hear the stories! Maybe someday I’ll be brave enough to share my own.

The Porch. Local storytellers in Provo, Utah. Photo via utahporch.org.

Wow. Umm…wow.

Michael Hastings died in a car accident Tuesday morning.

I don’t expect most of you to know who he was. He was a journalist. Most of his work was in Rolling Stone and on Buzzfeed. I never knew him at all. But I loved reading his stuff. He was one of the good ones. You could tell in the words, between the sentences, he was the kind of journalist all the reporters should want to be.

A hard ass and an ass kicker.

He probably had more enemies than friends.

It should be noted that the Los Angeles coroner has not identified the body.

This sucks. I’m going to keep his Reddit AMA in mind today.

Okay, here’s my advice to you (and young journalists in general):

1.) You basically have to be willing to devote your life to journalism if you want to break in. Treat it like it’s medical school or law school.

2.) When interviewing for a job, tell the editor how you love to report. How your passion is gathering information. Do not mention how you want to be a writer, use the word “prose,” or that deep down you have a sinking suspicion you are the next Norman Mailer.

3.) Be prepared to do a lot of things for free. This sucks, and it’s unfair, and it gives rich kids an edge. But it’s also the reality.

4.) When writing for a mass audience, put a fact in every sentence.

5.)Also, keep the stories simple and to the point, at least at first.

6.) You should have a blog and be following journalists you like on Twitter.

7.) If there’s a publication you want to work for or write for, cold call the editors and/or email them. This can work.

8) By the second sentence of a pitch, the entirety of the story should be explained. (In other words, if you can’t come up with a rough headline for your story idea, it’s going to be a challenge to get it published.)

9) Mainly you really have to love writing and reporting. Like it’s more important to you than anything else in your life–family, friends, social life, whatever.

10) Learn to embrace rejection as part of the gig. Keep writing/pitching/reading.

Personally I can only hope to be the kind of journalist Hastings was, I am too much of a people pleaser and way too comfortable with authority. But people like him prove journalism matters. He will be missed.

Utah news

Yesterday I was a bit disheartened to see Miss Utah making the internet rounds with her stumbling answer to NeNe Leaks question about income disparity between men and women in the US, even as more women are bringing home the bacon.

The answer is embarrassing. Mostly because it doesn’t quite make sense. “Create education better.” WTF? I agree with local Twitters, this is a sign of local education system at work. Ugh.

Marissa Powell had her shot at web redemption and put out a much better answer for Matt Lauer on the “Today Show.” One I agree with and one that makes Powell seem more articulate, educated and aware. Setting aside the question of beauty paegants and the problems with the question itself. I wanted to bring to light some of Utah’s better sides recently.

But really aside from all that, why not visit the state responsible for green jello and Mormons?

Come on, Visit Salt Lake is literally giving away 10 weekend vacations this summer.

The state is so cool, Summit just bought a mountain for $40 million.