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November 9, 2011

Backyard Nature

My mom's the queen of frosted leaf shots. They're absolutely beautiful. Don't think I'm trying to outdo her by posting this one.

But, when a frosty morning yields something so lovely, how can I not take a little for later?

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November 8, 2011

Damn You, Coffee!

Did I mention that coffee is an appetite suppressant? Remember how I was pouring oatmeal when I saw the coffee? I poured oatmeal and shaved almonds into a bowl, put the water on, and then got so wrapped up in my miniscule amount of coffee that I completely forgot about my breakfast. And had to leave to catch the bus.

Fortunately, class has been cancelled. Chip and I figured that out at 9:29 when we were still the only ones here. And then we realized we'd been talking about media law cases for the ten minutes we were waiting for class to start. Dorks.

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It's a Better Day Already

Coffee. I grew up repelled by the taste, as most of us do. "It's an acquired taste." Right? How many times did we hear that growing up about coffee and beer, and how many times have we now said it in our adult lives? When I was a kid, I was wise. If it's an acquired taste, I said, and it's bad for you (applying this to coffee and beer both), then why would I ever acquire the taste?


Smart, right?

But, of course, things change. The social pressure of they hype, and figuring out what all the hype is about, or acquiring the taste little by little, or shifting into adult tastebuds or whatever. I began to like beer in college. (Although it took a while. Honestly. I'm a nerd. A social nerd, but a nerd.) I began to like coffee just within the last couple years.

Coffee. I still don't crave the taste, but I crave.... it. The experience. The treat. (I don't drink it every day. But even if I did, right, there's that ritual aspect to it.) *The smell.* I walk past a certain mega coffee shop every other morning on my way to class and I take it in. I love walking past. I relish walking past. I look forward to walking past. It smells like a better morning.

This morning, all of about ten minutes ago, I poured oatmeal in the kitchen and saw the small amount of coffee left over from what Judah made this morning. He almost always does this--he calls it a 'Beth-amount.' I usually don't touch it though, for whatever reason. I drink tea. I don't drink anything. Coffee. Eh. It's more of a weekend thing.

But this morning, awaking a little anxious and seeing Judah out a little depressed (it's a work day, after all), I went for it. I poured the Beth-amount of coffee into a small mason jar and took a sip as I walked to the office.

And my immediate thought, not contrived, not consciously constructed, not with pause or deliberations, was

It's a better day already.

Coffee. I don't think that with tea. I love tea--I drink it all day, spicy sweet black tea, earl gray, chamolmile, mint, rooibos--but I just don't have that same reaction. Unless it's a Tanzanian-style black with sugar and milk (special, nostalgic) or a chai latte (special) (or is it the milk? smell? caffeine?)

Anyway. I'm TA-ing an intro advertising class and I think this just proves that I should be writing copy.

It's a better day already.

Catchy, right?

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November 5, 2011


I'm going back to Ecuador! Just bought the ticket... yikes. It's always both exciting and nerve-wracking for me to book a ticket. I'm going on a trip! Oh, shit, I'm going on a trip... I hope I got the dates right... and now I have to prepare...

December 31 through January 17, the week classes start, because that's where I found the cheapest fare. Under $700--whew. Hopefully I'll get funding for this, but until (and unless) I do, I'd sure like to keep it on the cheap.

Why back to Ecuador? I have to produce a 'professional project,' the CU newsgathering master's degree version of a thesis. Like a thesis, but much cooler. Because it's a piece of potentially creative communication. (Not saying it's more important than a different kind of thesis--it's just more fun.) I will be producing an online, interactive piece about living on a volcano, using the photographs and interviews I collected at Tungurahua last year plus updated material I'll collect in January. Very exciting. If I pull it off the way I envision it, I think it will be very, very cool.

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November 4, 2011

Pretty in Pink

Growing up in the Seattle area, there are a few things I felt like I was missing. I based my view entirely on what I saw in the movies, on TV, and in the comics--these were obviously the people who represented America.

Things they had that I did not:

Every once in a while, we'd get a dry enough spell long enough to make a pile and do the quintessentially fall jump into it, but generally the pile was soggy and slug-infested.

In semi-arid Boulder, however, the leaves are crisp and crunchy and beautiful and abundant, and then it snows and they become snow-covered, and then the snow melts out and the leaves dry out and are crisp and crunchy again. What a marvel.

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