11.17.2009

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Life here in Boulder is busily hurrying along: just five weeks left before I pack up my classically Colorado Subaru and head back to Michigan for the holidays. But in case you were all wondering how I'm carrying on, I thought I would provide you with a (slightly late) half-time show. The highlights so far...

1. I have a new, second job at the Boulder Book Store, only one of the most fabulous independent book stores I have ever set eyes on. You can read a write-up of my experiences at "rep night" in Avalanche magazine here.

2. The GREs are officially over! That is, barring an absolutely disastrous score on the subject test...so cross your fingers. I think I can say with a fair amount of confidence that I've never spent so much time preparing for such arbitrary (and meaningless) exams. Although I did learn several important facts, including (a) someone should really find smarter writers to work for sparknotes and (b) eighth-grade math is harder than you remember.

3. I have my ticket for New Zealand! I'll be leaving January 27th and returning on May 23. The terrific Tommy Gordon, for those of you who know him, will be accompanying me, and we have big plans to live out of a car and work on farms for five months, interrupted by backpacking trips and visits to friends down under. More on those plans as I actually formulate any.

4. I posted a poem of mine on my writing blog, a little ditty inspired by yoga, the texture of Ethiopian flatbread, and a subtle feeling of self-conscious whiteness. I continue to delight in so many aspects of Boulder life - yoga, vegetarian cuisine, great cafes and independent businesses, and especially the mountains - but I'm also trying to suss out how I feel about the way we Westerners encounter, interact with, and appropriate other cultures, in which area Boulder is a fascinating study of hippie-meets-yuppie-meets-bro-meets-immigrant-meets-me. Anyway, check out the poem if that sort of thing floats your boat (or if you're just a terribly supportive friend).

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