Running running and running running and running running

I just dropped a huge wad of money on real, honest to goodness running shoes. I figured if I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it in style. Oh yeah, and also in a way that won't injure me.

If sinking a lot of money into something isn't a good motivation to keep doing it, I don't know what is. PROOF. I ran two miles tonight. Well, about half ran/half walked. I'm still getting up to speed. When was the last time I ran two miles together? Like in a row? Probably never. Go me!

Royal blues

YES. This is so amazing. I never knew I cared about the Queen's color distribution until Vogue told me all about it.

The dangers of specialization.

I think my profession has poisoned my brain. I just changed my profile picture and cover photo on Facebook, then hid the changes from my timeline (stuff like that is boring and I don't think it needs a place). However, as soon as I hid those changes, I thought about someone in 80 years (or some distant future date) trying to learn more about me and what if they really needed to know when I changed the photos?! Now they'd never be able to tell!!!!!

These are the kinds of tiny details that are meaningless to us now, but contribute a lot to understanding a person.

As to why anyone would be trying to learn more about me, I have no idea. My thought processes are just twisted all around by archiving.

A startling realization has been sneaking up on me over the last year. I've been stubborn, refused to speak it out loud, worried that it might not be the coolest of opinions (oh wait, cool is one thing that's never really applied to me. Whew, guess I don't have to worry about that one). What is it, you ask?

I love Salt Lake City.

Like a lot.

Like heartbeatingfasteverythingseemsbrighter levels of love.

I don't know what to do about it.

Projects and things

I just started working on a Wiksten Tova top in a super lightweight gauzy printed cotton. I want a million lightweight shirts for this summer- I have a feeling it's going to be extremely long and burningly hot (like every summer in Utah, let's be honest).

Thinking of summer makes me dream of vacations. I'm trying to decide whether or not to join a group of friends who are planning to hike Hadrian's wall next summer (see my last post on my inability to make long term plans with an uncertain future staring me down).

Not much funny has happened lately. Sorry.

Also, go see John Carter- just because I actually feel sorry for Disney that it was such a monumental financial flop. Honestly, it's completely absurd, but still kind of a fun movie- old fashioned swash-buckle-y-ness...but with lots of CGI and lots of abs. If nothing else, do it for Edgar Rice Burroughs.

Yesterday I saw four mountain goats at work.

Today we're having a snake/safety/awareness training. With real snakes.

My workplace is cooler than yours, freezing cave notwithstanding. I'm just saying.

Also, can we talk about how hard it is to plan for the future when you have no idea where/if you'll be employed in six months? I want to take trips and accrue vacation days and learn stuff and buy a condo (preferably with lots of exposed brick and industrial design features so all of my frilly decorations will look more balanced). I'm learning a lot about patience right now. I think.

Am I crazy?

There's a bike shop in town that fixes up used/vintage bikes and resells them. I drove past last night and there out front was an exact replica of my happy little 1974 Schwinn Suburban, but instead of nondescript copper like my bike, it was a delightful shade of raspberry. RASPBERRY y'all. Would it be strange if I bought it and had two of the same bike?


(Mine looks like this, but with oh-so-shiny copper fenders. I do love it. Photo courtesy of Velospace.)