I spent my last Saturday night putting linseed oil on a garbage enclosure because at Wasatch Commons, we know how to paaaaaaarty. I also had to renew my passport this week, which made me feel super old (I used up a 10-year passport) and reminded me of all the awesome places I haven't been going lately. I think at this point in my life I was expecting to be living in Uzbekistan working for the UN and counting tree frogs on the weekend. I have friends who do that kind of thing.Read More
This is what Santa Barbara looked like when I arrived Saturday afternoon. The wind was blowing hard enough that I had to store my clothes under a rock, and if you got below the level of the beach you could see a thin layer of soft sand blowing across the top like a dust storm. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but the colder weather and the wind tinted the water nearly Northwestern. Despite the wind and the chill (and the strange looks I was catching from fully clothed strangers) I walked straight into the waves and dove in. Glorious. How can I live in Utah? Honestly, what am I doing here?Read More
Some days you get canceled on by a friend who was supposed to take you skiing. Some days you get canceled on by two friends who were supposed to take you skiing, and on those days it is understandable if you wait four hours to take off your ski pants. Couches and disappointment go well with ski pants. Some days living in Utah is the best, and some days it's the worst. On all the days, it's a good idea to make cheesy pasta.
Cheesy pasta is always the best.Read More