Monthly Archives: May 2009

I think I’ll post this again…

I had this on a previous blog, R.I.P., but thought I’d share this again in case there are any new readers:

A group of people had an impacting idea. To set up their cameras in a location and ask a simple question to 50 people. They had such a great response they asked it again, but in a new location. A new question and 2 locations later, they have had over 1100 responses. Their cinematography gives you chills as well as do the answers. In the last question they asked, “Where would you wish to wake up tomorrow?” Rather than just waiting to hear the answers of those asked in the video, my mind wandered. I would wake up June 25 2006, not in Switzerland where I actually was, but in my bed at my parents house. I would jump in my car and drive to Layton and pound on the door of his home. I would pound on it until he answered the door and tell him he’s an idiot. His family loves him and he’s an idiot for not knowing this. Everything will get better eventually and he’s an idiot for not knowing this. I would keep calling him an idiot until he got in my car and I could watch him. Maybe my cousin would still be alive today.

That’s where I’d want to wake up.

Here is the first video from, which in my opinion is the best of them all from their question, to their answers, and to the cinematography.


I think I am homesick…

Sheila at Liberty

(Sheila trying to bite at her splashes today. Her and water will have a constant battle, I think.)

I have been away from home since I was 13. This is when we moved away from this very creek that had a swing where I spent most of my adolescent days. We moved away from fresh apricots, pears, cherries, plums, raspberries, green apples and red, walnuts, and honeysuckles. We left the house which stores memories for more than half of my life. I learned to walk, to talk, and to ride a bike (and how you’re suppose to keep your mouth shut to not eat bugs). We left a time where we were all under one roof and we all knew each other – where we were, what we did, and how was our day. We saw each other grow, we saw each other laugh, we just saw each other. 

And we almost went back. Almost.

I think I want too much…


(Sheila was obsessed with Haley’s kiddie pool. She would spin in circles trying to bite all the splashes she was making.)

I want a FujiFilm Instax 200. Real bad. I wouldn’t have to fake my digital photos like they’re retro instant images. And I would take my time taking each photo again since the film is pretty damn expensive. And maybe I wouldn’t suck at photography anymore.

But to get the things I want, I need a job. Hopefully I get the job I want.

I think I am in love…

I guess it’s true what they say, when you’re in love you just know it. I didn’t expect it to hit me this hard though. I mean, it’s all I can think about. And it couldn’t come at a better timing. I just graduated from Utah State University with a BFA in Graphic Design and Printmaking. I’ve been tossing and turning at night wondering what am I going to do with those degrees. Become a graphic artist or a fine artist? Well, all the stress and nausea of having two emphasis finally felt worth it. Today I met Letterpress. The best of both worlds. Letterpress lets me play with typography and layouts while still letting me ink up, get dirty, and lift the paper up with anticipation of what the final result is after each pull. Why couldn’t Letterpress come into my life sooner? I guess I shouldn’t complain, I’m very fortunate Letterpress came into my life at all. I think it’s the start of a beautiful long lasting friendship.

I will never forget our first pull. I chose the letter “P” from the woodblock family to ink up for the first time. I was very gentle, I didn’t want to overdo it. I felt really nervous but excited at the same time – a good sign, right? We’re planning on meeting every Wednesday at 4pm at the U of U Library. We might sneak in some more studio time, but I don’t want to rush this new relationship too fast. You can’t overwhelm something this good. 

I hope Letterpress likes me as much as I like Letterpress.