how can i get this guy's job?

just discovered this site. absolutely incredible 360 panoramas of some pretty sweet sites.

i was standing right here!

france is awesome!

i miss home!

okay so for real... how were these built?

i still miss home!

but OH UTAH!

i dont have to veil my hair to view this!

just gander in awe!

sud america!

disney aint got nothin on dickens!

crazy hippies!

really, dude?

so have i mentioned i want to go home?

everyone loves the lama!

awesome. freakin awesome. have fun killing hours traveling the world from your living room or office. incredible.

today nikki and joey are taking their first ever snowboarding lesson down at the canyons resort. i am sad that i am not out there with them, but hoping they are rocking it hard. results of this excursion to follow shortly.

in other news, last night we hung out into the wee hours of the night talking and watching you-tube videos. my personal favorite..."Aww shit, get your towels ready it's about to go down...":



its been quite some time since ive laughed so hard at a you-tube video... good times.

in other more culturally vibrant news...
there is this new art show opening at the Bancaja Cultural Center in Valencia that i wish i could patron. entitled, "evoking the female image," it traces artist Joan Miro's use of the female body in his works.

"Women as a theme run through all Miró’s work. It was an early allure that began during his training as an artist. It was a constant obsession that persisted into his maturity. Miró equated the female figure with the universe. Nonetheless, his portrayals tend to avoid idealization or praise. Miró observed women and his multiple visions reveal rigour, humour, tenderness, eroticism, drama, poetry or everyday life. Miró’s work features nudes, dancers, portraits, imaginary portraits, maternities, lovers, women bathed by water, the sun or the moon, women courted by birds or stars, and hybrid creatures that can be confused with men, stars, animals or plants. His fascination with the female image started out with descriptive figurative portrayals that later turned into ideograms, with elliptic poetical images evoking women through one of their identifying features, or into barely legible signs. Decade by decade, this exhibition traces his obsession from 1917 up to 1981, through paintings, drawings, sculptures, graphic work, photographs, and images and objects from his studios: the Sert Studio and Son Boter."

Not only is Miro's portrayal and encorporation of the female body tasteful and absolutely stunning, but really displays his respect for and the versatility that he believed the body had to offer. From stylized and schematic to figurative or abstract, Miro's women underwent a change so delicate and beautiful that i would love nothing more than to witness this metamorphosis in Valencia, right now.

sigh. instead, utah is what i am left with. another beauty that is altogether wonderful, but not Miro. clearly.

when it is a question of money, everybody is of the same religion

taxes are done, done, done.

::insert tax completion dance here::

and im getting the monies back! woop woop.
celebrate with me!
woop woop.

im never using turbo tax again, we can talk about that some other time.
but woo hoo do i feel good?


yes i do.

i feel like uncle sam just gave me a high five. woo hoo.

okay.

in other news: its snowing.

this is an idea of what park city looked like 48 hours ago:

spring was sneaking in, March 21st. warm, 70 degrees, sun shining, mini golf playing, roll down your windows cause its warm in the car, feel that breeze, spring weather.

this morning, drew had work at 7am so we got ready and stepped outside to see that it looked something like this:

for real.
snow.
has fallen.
winter.
is not over.

this storm is supposed to last overnight and into tomorrow morning when nikki and joey arrive. happy flying and happy days! at least they will get to witness white utah to its fullest potential and experience the snowboarding lesson that one coming out here to learn should experience. purdy sweet.

so yay snow!

did i mention my taxes are submitted, in, done?
CAUSE THEY ARE! WOO HOO!

and yet another set of visitors are gone

drew's fam came into town on 3.19 just as his friend ben flew out.
their stay was much anticipated, a nice dose of familial comfort and love was much needed. they came during an unconventionally warm utah spring, but were still able to ski (despite the slush). cross country adventure plans with his mom were rather impossible (the track was melty-melty) so instead of spiting ourselves with an un-fun muddy ordeal, we hung out on main street, gallery walked, and then spa'd our little panties off while the boys went shopping and induldged in march maddness. it was lovely.

they also took us out to a bunch of very delicious meals (special favorite: Chimayo) and left us all of the leftover groceries, including a very large chunk of extra sharp cheddar and three bottles of wine. mmmm. it was nice to talk about NYC and how we are longing to go back. Utah is beautiful and this summer is sure to be warm and wonderful, but both drew and i are already talking about our trip back home.

park city was never meant to be permanant. in fact, the city perfectly suits the transitional intentions we had coming here. the people are great, in the hospitality industry perfection kind of way that it has become known for...BUT we cannot survive here. we thrive off of urban discovery and potential. while drew's friend ben was here, we took off to SLC for some mini golf and fooding. after dinner, we took a stroll around the corner for some delectable gelato and then decided to complete the block-walk back to Betty. about half-way, i blurted out the realization that "hey, this feels so good! we're walking around! eating ice-cream! in a city!" it was so refreshing and comforting, not because it was Salt Lake City, but because it was something i thoroughly enjoyed back home. it is the pinnacle of so many memorable moments or conversations. (not-so) surprisingly, this is something i need in my life and it took moving to utah and driving everywhere for a couple of months to realize how much i value walking and commuting via competent public transportation. true, i could be sucked into the utah lifestyle and i COULD drive down to salt lake just to get my ice-cream stroll fix, but its just not the same. its just not the same.

my cousins arrive in less than 48 hours and that should be a blast. im pretty much set on blowing their minds...