3 Confessions, Maybe 4

1. I became a Sudoku junkie over the weekend
2. For two hours, I had the greatest fun salsa dancing on Saturday night
3. I just joined Deviant Art, although I'm not sure why because I don't have a digital camera anymore (argh) and my time to work on graphic arts is oh so limited. http://jjmoore83.deviantart.com/ (Give it some time) Although Moveable Type and Illustrator are on the top of my To-Be-Bought List this summer...so look out deviants :)
4. I'm supposed to be studying for my CHES exam right now.

Go here! http://www.pikeplacemarket.org Downtown Seattle charmed me last weekend with Greek veggie yeeros and Russian pastries weaving through flower markets and King Crabs.

I found this true today: "While pursuing a course of action apparently whole heartedly, I had changed behind my own back".~Anne Truitt in Daybook: The Journey of an Artist

Over break, I read "Housekeeping" known as a great modern classic by Marilynne Robinson who also wrote "Gilead" (2004). In the beginning I adored the book and raved about its beautiful language and depth while I scribbled numerous excerpts down. I sat on the beach every early morning, overlooking the Sea of Cortez, reading further and expecting much. However, by the end I seriously was beginning to feel like I was on some sort of dizzy drug. It became so linguistically deep and disconnected that I couldn't even see where it was leading to by the last page. I think I'm going to give Gilead a shot and hopefully Robinson won't lose me on another wild goose chase for resolution and clarity by the end.

The New Man in My Life

I fell in love with him at first sight. He is so social, so extroverted, so expressive. I applaud him for his male listening skills. He is a little bit codependent and needy at times when he follows me from room to room talking up a storm. Right after he moved in with me, I called Kari up freaking out..."I don't know if I'm ready for another responsibility!... I'm feeling buyer's remorse!...Oh, why am I so impulsive?!" She told me to calm down, come over and watch tv, and make some cinnamon rolls with her. But then I looked into his sweet, needy eyes and felt awful for walking out the door and leaving him there all alone to fend for himself. I told myself that this was a milestone in our relationship and I had to leave to have time to myself and he had to learn how to be without me (for several hours).

Tiger is my good buddy, and I tell him all the time, "It's just you and me, kid." Now when I wake up at 2 in the morning and hear strange noises, I don't have to check them out, he does for me and then comes back to bed, curls right back up against me, and purrs me back to sleep. I love it.

Mason Carl Moore

My brand new nephew, Mason, with Dad on Friday, March 24.

Sunday Morning

9 AM, Sunday Morning, sunlight streaming in through my window, listening to "This Modern Love" by Bloc Party, eating a Russian raspberry poschsky in bed, a bucket of Mexican sanddollars by my bed, and a creeping laundry pile haunting me.

Currently listening to: "9 AM" by

Girls in Hawaii
From Here to There

This is what we make a vacation look like...

Cruisin' in the sand ruts of the mighty Baja 1000

Walkway to Serenity: Enter with Expectation

Pull up a beach and have a seat

Mi amigo siempre, el gato "Amigo"

Looks like I'm posing for an ad that's selling sunglasses

The highlight of my week: visiting Malcolm Smith's orphanage with the most endearing kids. They got a hair-raising dune buggy ride from Herman

The 3 key elements: sand rail, beach, water.

Cruisin' up high




Chics dig rockcrawlers.




"Sleeping in the shade...it's been a good day...I'm looking forward to tomorrow"


These bathroom "saloon doors" took me back to my childhood days when Jenny and I would bust through the saloon doors between the corridor and the kitchen and put on our most serious "John Wayne" face with a sassy pistol draw. Am I close?



This is what a Great day looks like.


You ain't a real cowgirl until you pucker up to a cactus.

Our restless souls always need something to plan...right, Matt?...

The next rockclimbing destination is....

Kari, Sonam, Lauralen, and I will be the babes on belay for this spring rendezvous.

and Memorial Day Weekend:

Vancouver, BC


Praha, I'm still missing you.


Hruba Skala...climbing route scouting...
Backpacking Bohemia with Ryan. [October.04]

Climbing Srbsko, Czech Republic. Typical Sunday: intermittently climbing and making lesson plans for class.

Slacklining. Zizkov Park behind our apartment. Did you know that holding your breath helps you to stay on the line longer? :-)

Prague Castle Gardens [October.04]





Have you heard the song, "The Beauty of Simplicity" by Telecast? Please do yourself a huge favor and check it out... It's my song of the week.

Tonight was a Frenchy evening affair courtesy of my stellar roommate. A cozy dinner party with Lauralen, Katee, Jillany, and myself and some authentic homemade French Onion soup, baguettes, key lime bars, and spinach and mushroom balls. Afterwards we all went to a poetry reading in honor of Women's History Month. Half of it turned out to be in Spanish and sadly reminded me how much my Spanish finesse has slipped. Sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Bovee.

5 days and then we're off to Mex-i-co! To Mex-we-go! San Felipe, I can't wait to become acquainted with your warm sands and your inviting repose for endless page-turning. Bikinis will be my attire, a tan will be my only cosmetic, camp scooters will be my transportation, and coconut popsicles will be my mainstay.

Two hours later...

and finito! Now, if I have to give one more presentation or write one more research paper this quarter...I may officially go mad.

Let your unfailing love surround us, Lord, for our hope is in you alone.
-Psalm 33:22 NLT

Blogging is the last thing I should be doing now (or maybe it's really what I should be doing. That's what The Artist's Way would tell me right now. You have to write and write until you finally clear your head)...I'm staring at the blank hope of a research paper that needs to miraculously turn into 8-page work of genius tonight. I'm only on page 3 and the inspiration is waning.

I really shouldn't have done it. I should have used my better judgment and exercised that self-control that my parents raised me to have. I've really never had an official phase of rebellion in my life like a lot of other teenagers. So maybe this was me testing the waters... I know very little about rebelling, and need an experienced coach like my sister to clue me in. However, I really didn't need much coaching...I found it pretty easy to detour off the straight and narrow...and the sin of ordering that Brownie Batter Ice Cream Sundae just came too easily. So eat that, LDL count.

The ways of my craziness really perplex me at times. I live near Rigby Science Hall and so tonight as I was headed to the computer lab, I decided that I was going to not just take a sweet little jog over here, but rather I was going to flat out sprint. Sprint and jump parking concrete barriers as if it was a track and field event. What a rush. I'm a nut.

No more needs to be said.