First; help???



Please - will someone tell me the name of this picture and who it's by? Because I need a print of it LIEK WHOA. (Undoubtedly the painter meant it to be a sister leading her brothers (brother and sister?), but this is me and my boys. They even resemble my boys - look at that crazy hair!) Thank you for the help! Once I start school I'll take Memorize a Bazillion Pictures and Artists and Dates Art History and then if YOU need help I can totally help you.

Now onto more photos, under the cut.

I LOVE Hockey, and I love hanging out with takumi, one of my oldest Colorado friends. He invites me to hockey wherever he has a spare ticket, and we have FUN. THANK YOU! *waves to him*

The game on Saturday ROCKED (because we wiped the FLOOR with the other team 5-1) and I have been - entirely unsolicited, but I think people enjoy this anyway - acting out the break-away run on the goal for a week now. Having been a goalie in soccer, I felt for the goalie; but I wanted my team to score so I could jump up and high-five everyone around me while we clapped in unison to a victory song! Score he did and it was BEAUTIFUL! In fact, let me see... AHHAH! Look at this, thank you youtube! Start at 2:30 for the run on goal. I have to say I find watching hockey on TV or youtube to be BO-O-O-O-ARING, but being there is the most fun ever! ...this could have something to do with the ginormous cheeseburgers, or the excellent beer, or the donuts in powdered sugar and chocolate, or more beer, or the onion rings...

After hockey I got this wanderlust I get in cities, especially at night. So I started walking.

I walked past CU at Denver, the place that might be my new school. Into the canyon of the tall buildings, up 16th, up and down Larimer and Market streets - hoppin' as usual - and past La Rouge. The bouncer, a big black mountain of a man, stopped his conversation with a skinny gentleman (who was trying to force his way in) in order to tip his hat (a baseball hat!) at me and say in a deep rumble of a voice,

"How are you this evening, young miss? May I call you a taxi? Mighty cold and late to be out."

He was so polite and solicitous (and it was so unexpected from a big rough bouncer) that I broke my no-talking-to-strange-men-rule. "Not a young miss, sir, but a lady - and out by choice."

"I see - well then, would you like to come in and get warm?" He said, frustrating the skinny man (who was NOT going to get in, even I could see that).

Looking into the club I saw I would not fit in as clientèle, only as one of the cocktail waitress.

"I think not. Goodnight!" I said as I bounced past.

"Have a fine evening, and good luck with the next door!" he said as I went.

'Good luck with the next door' I repeated in my head, and the metaphor struck me so hard I thought about that the whole rest of the way to my car, only being surprised from my reverie by a beautiful fairy-window at the Oxford Hotel.



There's a lot of frustrated aims, living life. Wrong turns and awkward moments and painful realizations. Waiting and waiting and waiting and then gogogogogo!! A lot of mind-changing going on, and a lot of uncertainty. We don't get what we want, or we do and then... well, we don't actually want it, not like this or not just that way or not, you know... not me, maybe. Well, then, that door is closed. But it's not the only door, is it, and there may be some other door I want to walk through, or even some doors where I am content to have a polite conversation with the bouncer. As if to drive the point home, as I got to my car I dropped my keys, bent to retrieve them, and as I stood up the universe appeared in front of me in the form of self-referencing wood and glass and said



WELL ALLRIGHTY THEN.