Ramblings from the Route | Slaughter & World


On the bus last week:


A large puffy pink T-Mobile telephone stumbles onto the bus. Technically, a large puffy sweaty twenty-something man stumbles onto the bus attempting to wrangle a life-sized telephone outfit into the seat next to him.

One could presume this to be in preparation for Halloween, until this dialogue with a fellow passenger begins...

Large Puffy Pink T-Mobile Telephone Guy: Damn it! Urgh...

Random Fellow Passenger: On your way to work?

Large Puffy Pink T-Mobile Telephone Guy: From work. To work. Damn work. Work.

Both: [blahblahblah something about how jobs suck and there's never enough money and bills are falling behind and blahblahblah]

Random Fellow Passenger: At least you don't work in a call center.

Large Puffy Pink T-Mobile Telephone Guy: I couldn't work in a call center. I couldn't work in a call center. I couldn't.

Random Fellow Passenger: Why not? Easier than the pink phone suit, yeah?

Large Puffy Pink T-Mobile Telephone Guy: I have no social skills. No social skills. None.

Random Fellow Passenger: You could fake it.

Large Puffy Pink T-Mobile Telephone Guy: No. I can't fake it. I can't fake it. I'm evil.

Random Fellow Passenger: Evil, huh?

Large Puffy Pink T-Mobile Telephone Guy: Evil. Do you know YouTube?

Random Fellow Passenger: Yeah...

Large Puffy Pink T-Mobile Telephone Guy: Search "slaughter" and "world"

Random Fellow Passenger: Huh.

To be a scribe in a scriptorium

When I was at the library this past weekend I wandered through a gallery display of "St. John's Bible," an illuminated text created much the way books were produced pre-Gutenberg. The colors were riotous and I thought I'd share a few of my favorite pages (photos below). I also loved reading about the artistic process. I saw each page as an individual work of art. To provide a context for this project, this is the text given to people visiting the display:

"The Saint John's Bible is incorporating many of the characteristics of its medieval predecessors: it is being written on vellum, using quills, natural handmade inks, hand ground pigments, and gild such as gold lead, silver leaf, and platinum. And yet it is employing the modern English translation [...] as well as contemporary scripts and illuminations.

It is being created by a group of scribes and artists in a scriptorium in Wales under the artistic direction of Donald Jackson, one of the world's foremost calligraphers and Senior Scribe to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth's Crown Office at the House of Lords. When completed in 2009, the Bible will have a permanent home at Saint John's Abbey and University in Collegeville, Minnesota.

The Saint John's Bible will be the first commissioned, handwritten, monumental, illuminated Bible in the modern era."

The ten commandments

Eve & Adam

John the Baptist (If I remember correctly?)

The lineage of Jesus of Nazareth

A Week in the Life

So what do I do when I'm home in Salt Lake not living out of a suitcase? Sometimes I detoxify from the stress and intentionally do...not much. This was not one of those times. I leave town again on Wednesday, but in the meantime, in no particular or significant order...

New Music at the Rose

A friend of mine works for Utah Symphony & Opera and gets great deals on tickets and easy access to special events. She recently rounded up 17 eclectic lovers of the arts and we took over the entirety of Row L in the Jeanne Wagner Theatre at the Rose. It's an awesome night at the symphony when the program notes inform you that the evening is sponsored by SLUG Magazine and that all pieces performed are found in iTunes.

The guest conductor was Cliff Colnot from the Chicago Symphony Orchestra and he did an amazing job navigating four very difficult, very avant garde pieces: Luis Tinoco Short Cuts (C), Leon Kirchner Music for 12, Arvo Part Fratres, and Augusta Read Thomas Terpsichore's Dream. It was the world premiere of Terpsichore's Dream and I loved having Augusta Read Thomas there to explain the piece, her inspiration, intention, and process. I like all four pieces, but particularly enjoyed Part's Fratres.

From the program notes, the piece is "...based on the repetition of an austere, hymn-like theme played above a continuous drone...inspired by the vision of a solemn procession of meditating monks wending their way by flickering candlelight along the ambulatory to the abbey's chapels, for another of the endless succession of services that regulated their monastic lives." One of the reasons I love this piece so much is because Gregorian chants rock my world and this piece is a very close instrumental interpretation of that art form. Should you decide to check out Fratres via iTunes, select the piece composed for eight cellos as the most haunting rendition.

Three Faces of an Enspirited Community

This half-day training event for community activists and organizers (and those with a very high threshold for new age hippie dippiness) focused on "the three faces of enspiritedness that help us create broader and deeper community: Connecting to others, communing with others, being aware of others." It was a completely experiential workshop, which means that not much was explained, but rather we participated in every practice we're meant to take back to our communities.

The yoga instructors who opened the workshop with a 40-minute vinyasa sat the rest of the day cross-legged in their chairs, participating in the other activities with deep breath and their eyes half closed. The man responsible for taking minutes did so by drawing pictures with smelly marks-a-lot pens, doodling and scribbling on huge post-it notes "symbols that will hold the meaning of our words." We all sat on the floor and allowed the facilitator to "speak to the voice of fear inside us" before we switched seating position and mindset and allowed the facilitator to "speak to the voice of trust inside us." We closed the afternoon with a Navajo talking circle. When asked to share sacred ceremonies from our own community, one woman told of the solstice that she and her friends collected water from each of their watersheds, mingled the collections, drank and gave thanks.

Quaker Peacekeeper training & Anti-war march/rally

There are many reasons why I march, protest, and rally in opposition (or in support) of a litany of social/political causes. Lately I've been feeling, however, that it's time I take it to the next level. I feel that anti-war actions, for instance, do make an impact, do build a critical mass, and do re-energize the people involved. But I also feel that if everyone involved would upgrade their actions even by a degree or two, we could turn the tide even faster.

With that intention I attended a Circle Dynamics training (hosted and facilitated by the Salt Lake Meeting of Friends (Quakers)) to become a Peacekeeper for the October 27th anti-war action. Rather than simply marching (not at all to diminish my gratitude for those that did march) I helped coordinate and facilitate a peaceful march and rally for fellow activists. A peacekeeping team from Boise, Idaho came down to join our Salt Lake team. In the process of the training and peacekeeping at the action, I met interesting, sincere, passionate people. A report filed by Wasatch Coalition for Peace & Justice (local organizers) to United for Peace & Justice (national organizers) said that: "...the Circle Dynamics Peacekeepers got widespread praise for a smoothly-flowing and enjoyable event." Hurray. I'm rejuvinated and recommitted. I will definitely serve as a Peacekeeper again.

Both major papers (Deseret News and Tribune) said about 1,000 people were at the rally and it was heartening to see on the fliers advertising the event: "National Day of Action: Boston, Chicago, Los Angeles, New York City, New Orleans, Orlando, Philadelphia, Salt Lake City, San Francisco, Seattle." People have major misconceptions about Salt Lake and while it's no 30,000 in San Francisco, it's relatively impressive and I'm proud to have been a part of such a sizable protest in the reddest of the red states.

Eboo Patel lecture & book signing

The Utah Humanities Council hosts an annual book festival, bringing authors to Salt Lake for lectures, workshops, book signings, and other cultural events. With all the interfaith dialogue work I've done in the past couple years, Eboo Patel's lecture on his recent publication, "Acts of Faith: the story of an American Muslim, the struggle for the soul of a generation" was the perfect way to spend an evening.

The thesis of "Acts of Faith" is that our society (the whole planet, not just the United States) is polarizing into religious totalitarians and religious pluralists. By his definition, religious totalitarians believe that "only one interpretation of only one religion is a legitimate way of being, believing, and belonging on earth." Religious pluralists believe that regardless of creed, people must learn to live peacefully and respectfully in the same community. It is not mere coexistence nor is it forced consensus. It is proactive cooperation. For the benefit of those who would bristle at that notion, Eboo quickly points out that he didn't say religious pluralists necessarily believe the creeds of their neighbors or follow those creeds. You can hold your beliefs and if you are a pluralist, so can your neighbor.

Eboo put into such graceful words the sentiments that I've been stumbling over, many times in this blog, for years and years. The entire lecture was one huge ah-ha moment. It wasn't that the ideas are new to me, its that the words resonated perfectly. Finally. He gave me the language I've been searching for. I purchased the book, chatted with him as he signed it, and am about half way finished with it. I highly recommend reading it and I will, some time soon, compose ISBN ### posts about it. You can listen to his interview with Doug Fabrizio on Radiowest, if you're interested, or check out Eboo's blog.

Calvary Baptist Choir & Wintley Phipps


I have a special emotional space reserved for the reverent, quiet LDS hymns. But that having been said, I readily admit that this quiet music leads me, sometimes forces me, to seek out rockin' worship music elsewhere. My cousin is Born Again, works at a Christian bookstore, and makes great recommendations. I also know where to go locally for live worship music that rocks my socks. Included in the top three, to words: Calvary. Baptist.

The Calvary Baptist Choir is awesome in their own right, but this performance was extra super awesome because Wintley Phipps performed. Wow. What. A. Voice. I definitely want to track down some of his albums (or at least a few key songs). Wintley Phipps founded the US Dream Academy which mentors and tutors children of incarcerated parents. My friend is the director of the Salt Lake City US Dream Academy and it was also great to see her and support her fundraising event.

Anne of Green Gables at the Grand Theatre

I've had season tickets to the Grand for a few years now and as far as community theatre goes, it's professional and well done. The thing that stood out about Anne of Green Gables was how talented the young cast members are and furthermore, how ridiculously impressive their bios/resumes are. I don't even want to imagine the force that is the competitive soccer moms driving the success of these kids.

Snippets from various bios: sophomore at the Salt Lake School of Performing Arts, has sung and danced with the Radio Disney performing team, performed with Ballet West, studied with Tim Santos in Santa Fe with the Broadway Theater Dance Workshop...all accolades alongside such statements as: "...would like to thank his mom and dad for driving him to practices and his choreographers for all their support."

Laurel Thatcher Ulrich lecture

Well-behaved women seldom make history. Those words, so deeply entrenched in popular culture, were penned by Harvard University Historian Laurel Thatcher Ulrich in a scholarly article published 1976. In 1996 the phrase exploded onto bumper stickers, tote bags, t-shirts, and coffee mugs. Ulrich was at the UHC Book Festival and I attended her lecture with high hopes for uplifting radical propaganda. Rather, I found a rather non-descript historian.

The lecture wasn't bad, by any means, it was fine. But that's it. It was just fine. Ulrich made some interesting points though. She said that her recent book, for which she is now on a speaking tour, "attempts to complicate the definition of 'well-behaved' and attempts to dialogue about what it means to make history." She also shared a fascinating bit of trivia: the feminist text "City of Ladies" was first printed in English in 1571 and not until 1981 was it republished in English - when there was finally a long-overdue popular and an academic demand for women's history.

My favorite take-home nugget: How do you talk back to books? How do you talk back to history? History is alive, dynamic, and a living conversation. Right on. You probably don't need my mother to tell you that I've been known to talk back.

The 8th Annual H&K Halloween Bash

Marie Antionette, Carrie, a dominatrix, pirates, Ricky Bobby, Little Bo Peep, a diner waitress, Frida Kahlo, Napoleon Dynamite, Evil Knievel, and so much more. Welcome to the party. An otherwise somewhat professional group of 30-somethings gathered at our friend's recently purchased/remodeled bar, The Woodshed, to celebrate, eat, dance, and enjoy each other's creative costumes.

Pop Quiz, re: Cute Artsy Guy

If you're even a semi-regular reader of my ramblings, you've probably met Cute Artsy Guy who lives in my building. Rather than relate the details of our most recent encounter, I offer this pop quiz for your entertainment. Keep your eyes on your own monitor and put your head down on your desk when finished. You have 10 minutes. Go.

1. You notice Cute Artsy Guy in your parking lot. You are more than a little attracted to this new neighbor. You...

A. Make eye contact and smile. Baby steps.
B. What Cute Artsy Guy?
C. Purr forth, "Well hey there, how you dooooin' Cute Artsy Guy? 'Sup, sexy?"

2. Cute Artsy Guy initiates verbal greeting. Your response...

A. Blush. Trip. Nearly fall, but not quite. Look away.
B. "Hello! Ohmigosh! I thought you'd never get this rolling. We've lost so much time already. What color do you want the center pieces to be and is red okay for bridesmaids? What do you think?"
C. "Hi," and up the ante with, "How are you?" and a huge smile.

3. You park your car next to Cute Artsy Guy's car, but he's no where to be seen. You decide to...

A. Sit in your car until he comes out of the building four hours later, at which time you move to gather your bags and pretend to just have arrived home. Jangling your keys absent mindedly as you walk toward him, "Wow..." chuckling, "what are the odds?"
B. Grin to yourself as you remember his adorably thick black framed glasses and, as you may have an encounter in the morning, reconsider your plan, Friday or not, to wear a ponytail and yoga gear to work tomorrow.
C. Which car was his again?

4. While removing a considerable number of IKEA D.I.Y furniture boxes from the back of your car because, hypothetically, you're overhauling your bedroom decor to be all Malm all the time, it begins to rain. Five boxes down and one to go, Cute Artsy Guy pulls into the parking lot, smiling at you through his foggy car window. You...

A. Rush the last box inside, check your lip gloss, fluff your rain-sprinkled hair, and calmly walk back outside to move your car into a proper parking spot...and to flirt with Cute Artsy Guy.
B. Feign helpless Sisyphean struggle with final box until Cute Artsy Guy exits car, offers to help, invites you over for dinner, and eventually makes out with you by night's end.
C. Rush last box inside and stay put. You have a long night of assembly in front of you, better get started.

If you chose answer B, I'll leave you alone with that fantasy. Thanks for stopping by the blog. If you chose answer C, how's that Single As Single Can Be lifestyle workin' for ya? If you chose answer A, continue to question #5.

5. Upon returning to the parking lot, you see Cute Artsy Guy walking through the rain, smile and all, approaching you and your now-empty car. He offers, "Can I help you with anything? Do you need me to carry something?" You...

A. Neglect to answer because you've totally lost your mind in an Austen-esque fantasy involving wet shirts and steamy glances. He does look a bit like Colin Firth if you squint at him in the rain.
B. Smirk and mumble, "Actually that was the last box...but I have such a looooong night of screwing all those pieces together and that's just such a lonely job with only my two hands. I'd love for you to join me..."
C. Reward his offer with a smile and a step closer as you say, "Thank you, but that was the last box. I appreciate that though."**

Pop Quiz Answer Key:

1) A = 1; B = 0; C = 2
2) A= 0; B = 2; C = 1
3) A = 2; B = 1; C = 0
4) A = 1; B = 2; C = 0
5) A = 0; B = 2; C = 1

7-10 Points: Super. Sultry. Stalker.
Woah there, Creepy. You may want to ease up and mirror back his own interest level. But then again, you're probably the one making out with him by the end of the night, so congratulations on that.

3-5 Points: Coy. Cute. Ineffective.
"Welcome to my world," says the author of this blog. You've nailed a perfectly coquettish response. He's clearly intrigued, but chances are good you'll need to ramp up your approach if this affair is going to leave the parking lot.

0-2 Points: Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Earth to Wallflower. Come in Wallflower. Did you not see his scuffed up leather messenger bag? Copy? Perhaps you missed his messy black hair, hip Eurotrash shoes, and dark eyes? Wallflower, heads up!


** FYI - To which he replied, "Oh. Shoot. I tried." To which I jabbed, "Yeah, great timing." To which he giggled and shrugged, "You know, I do what I can." To which I said, for the 27th time, "Thank you, though..." and we parted ways.

Ramblings from the Route | People Watching


Thoughts stumbling through my head during this morning's commute...

Why I enjoy public transportation:

The super tall woman with 13 tiny butterfly clips, one headband, and two rubber bands in her hair.

The yellow backpack man who wears a hoodie under his parka regardless of the temperature.

The gorgeous black woman with a massive afro and the biggest sunglasses I've ever seen.

The snotty bald man in a black suit, pink tie, and aviator sunglasses who pretends not to see me as the stares at my breasts through his dark shades.

The really good looking blue-eyed guy in the manual wheelchair and blue sweatshirt.

The old man in acid-washed jeans with no limp who carries a huge, shiny, swirly hand-carved cane.

The crazy guy with three knit hats, 2 coats, and shoelaces tied up above his boots around his ankles.

The woman who listens to her iPod with the headphones held in her hand, not stuck in her ears. She's an NPR podcast fan, as it turns out.

The driver who picks me up in the morning and, after only a few rides, already recognizes me with a smile.

First Friday Films | Take 2.5

First Friday Films | Take 2.5
...a special edition (obviously not on the first Friday) attempting to work through two documentaries I can't get out of my mind.



Jesus Camp

Rachel Grady (age 35) and Heidi Ewing (age 36) started Loki films (Loki is the Norse god of mischief) and have busted out of the gate with two incredible films. Boys of Baraka is a documentary that I own, love, and recommend, but not the subject of this post. Jesus Camp, their second film, is what I want to talk about.

Jesus Camp follows a group of kids, about age 8-12ish, to the "Kids on Fire" summer camp in Devils Lake, North Dakota. "Kids on Fire" is an Evangelical Christian boot camp, for lack of a better description. Predictably, the children at the camp are taught to fight for socially conservative causes, they are led in prayers for President Bush and are told that he is a holy leader called to bring about a Christian revolution in all aspects of political and social life in America, they learn the skills necessary to evangelize the mission of Jesus, and participate in other standard activities such as live music worship services and Bible study.

The awkward paradox that pervades the film is that children are clearly the future of any movement, any church, any anything; but at the same time it feels exploitive for the camp's leaders to interact with these young children in such intense and guilt-inducing ways. I think children are beautiful and to watch them sob and writhe on the floor as they are lectured on the horrible sins they've committed was really difficult for me to watch.

While I strongly disagree with both their methods and their conservative agenda, I will say that it's hard to not respect their passion. Their passion, in and of itself, is nothing less than awe inspiring. It is terrifying, at times seemingly delusional, and utterly exhausting. However, it's also compelling and I can't take my eyes off the screen. The children being interviewed are intelligent, articulate, emotional, militant soldiers for their god. It's an unspeakably powerful thing to see in a 9-year-old and, at least in me, it engenders both dumbfounded horror and quiet respect.

Rachel Grady recently visited Salt Lake and I was lucky enough to watch Jesus Camp with her in the audience and then participate in the proverbial indie Q&A afterward. She is delightful and it's an understatement to say she's brilliant. There's no doubt that she is one to watch. In fact, I spotted an article on her in my Smithsonian magazine this month, an issue highlighting "37 under 36: America's Young Innovators in the Arts and Sciences." Check it out. Anyway, Rachel told the SLC audience that when she showed the completed film to everyone who was featured in it (out of respect before it made the festival rounds), everyone loved it. They thought they were fairly portrayed (the mark of a genius documentarian) and that the film would spread their message in a positive light. No comment.

As a Christian watching this film, I had a profoundly difficult realization that I'm still struggling with weeks later. It's actually a realization I've been struggling with for about a decade now, but Jesus Camp stirred the pot and I find myself dealing with it anew. The struggle is this: It's easy for me to watch Jesus Camp and dismiss what I disagree with as "not my flavor of Christianity" (in the same way that I'm an American and I dismiss pretty much everything that President Bush has ever done as "Not in my name..."). On the other hand, it's not easy for me to dismiss what I disagree in Jesus Camp with when a little voice in the back of my head says, "Wait a minute. You've heard that before. You heard that from the pulpit on Sunday. You heard that growing up. Wait a minute..."

I have no interest in orthodoxy or evangelizing (never have). I'm a social liberal who honors the relativity belief, and non-belief, and who honors, according to my belief system, the God-given right of personal choice. I cruise along completely comfortable with myself until I run headlong into little brick walls that remind me just how conservative and orthodox many members of my faith really are. Then, as I rub my sore head, a strange cocktail of confusion, passion, indignation, and disbelief washes over me. Parts of me belong to that community and that's not easy to grapple with. So what do I do? Well, a few weeks later I watch another documentary focusing on themes of faith and I keep stirring the pot.

Audience of One

This film is the first feature-length documentary by director Mike Jacobs (age 35). He was in Salt Lake screening this film a couple weeks ago and much like Rachael Grady before him, made a very strong impression on me. He's brilliant and thoughtful and talented (and wicked hot...he's in the photo below)...and he also plans to explore more documentaries about faith, so he's made it to my list of people to watch.

This film follows Pentecostal Pastor Richard Gazowsky as he turns his San Francisco church and its members into Christian WYSIWYG Filmworks (WYSIWYG = what you see is what you get). Pastor Gazowsky said he was praying on a mountain top when he received a vision from god telling him he is meant to be the next big thing in film and that he is called to redefine the standard Hollywood epic. Gravity: the shadow of Joseph is a futuristic science fiction thriller that loosely relays the story of Joseph being sold into Egypt by his brothers, his dealings with Pharoh, et.al. Pastor Gazowsky and Director Mike Jacobs are in this photo taken opening night Q&A at the SF Film Fest.

Gazowsky is completely insane, there's little doubt about that, but there is something completely fascinating about witnessing extreme faith and eccentricity wrapped into such a complicated person. Every single person in the congregation was somehow involved in the production of the film, from costumes to acting to set design to script writing. Watching a woman, in intense sincerity, break into tearful prayer over a missing sewing needle or ask Jesus to guide her toward his preference of silk or cotton fabric for the actors hats, is quite an experience.

This movie put me into less of a tailspin than Jesus Camp, but still provided much food for thought. The part of the movie that was most frustrating for me was the lack of inertia and initiative to complete Gravity...because god would take care of it. God will tell us in which locations we need to shoot. God will tell us which fabric he wants, so we just need to have enough faith and keep praying for a day or so until he tells us (in which time we could have made our own decision and been done making the cone head hats). I don't understand that at all.

I will alienate myself from many fellow Christians by saying this, but my god expects me to not only pray and to ask...but to act. My god blessed me with the ability to reason, to think critically, to act for myself. My god expects, as do I, that my faith will inspire and move me to decision and action. I know people that are bothered by this statement because they feel it is unfaithful, disrespects god's will, and negates god's grace. Absolutely not, on all three accusations. I pray about major decisions in my life, just as I consult friends and family, spend time tuning into myself and the answer inside me, meditating, etc. but there are some things that Jesus just doesn't care about. The epic battle of silk v. cotton fabric is a good example, but there are endless others.

Furthermore, in my opinion it's not only about small versus big decisions. The big decisions of my life are taken to god for counsel, but ultimately, even with big choices, I'm the one who will act on my decision and move forward. The doctrine of my faith states, "Teach them correct principles and they govern themselves." Gravity: the shadow of Joseph is still in production and in 12-ish years (?) they have filmed only two complete scenes. What? Two scenes. I choose to honor god through my actions; and these actions show my respect for the gift of reason and autonomy I've been blessed with (that, in my opinion, we've all been blessed with). Ironically, I can thank Pastor Gazowsky for that validation.

Hard@Work | Saint Petersburg, FL

As mentioned, the first half of the week was spent at a research conference in Tampa. The second half of the week was spent on the beach in Saint Petersburg. You know it's been a rough week when the campy photo of your feet moves from the pool to the beach and your skin shows a markedly darker pigment.

We did work in Saint Petersburg, but it was just our smaller group of consultants and so why not check your email with this view?

It may have been from atop the Tradewinds Resort penthouse suite overlooking the Gulf of Mexico, but we were working and meeting and planing nonetheless. Your federal tax dollars hard at work, folks, thanks for that. Exhibit A: My friend troubleshooting her very full inbox. I propose that all such meetings take place on the beach.

Our first morning in St. Petersburg we made breakfast and began our meetings. This home-cooked meal included, food is always a highlight of traveling for me. I tend to avoid, though not entirely, seafood in landlocked regions; however, if I'm traveling on a coast, it's all fish all the time. We ate at Guppy's ("dramatic aquatic cuisine") at Indian Rocks Beach and it was fantastically good. We ate at the Floridian, famous for mouth-watering Cuban sandwiches and plantain chips. We ate at The Warf, a local hangout on the pier. Our bar stools perched precariously on the edge of the dock and swimming just beyond the view of our plates full of crab cakes were swarms of catfish and snook. Snook really like crab cakes, as it turns out. Catfish, as it turns out, do not like croutons soaked in cesar dressing.

We ended each day on the beach watching the sunset. It's going to be more than a bit challenging getting back into the groove of my office...unfortunately not located on the beach. There goes my impressive post-Labor Day tan.

Self Portrait | Columbia Restaurant



Random Ybor City Surprise | Vintage clothing store



Ybor City | Tampa, FL

I joke about the monotony of conferences, and there's no doubt The Conference Shuffle can be tedious, but I'm having a great time. This is actually one of my favorite annual conferences. It's an international research conference and I always take home great data to inform my work, advance the program, share with colleagues, etc.

The other great element of this trip is that I'm spending time with some of my favorite people. I'm lucky that I can work with people I consider friends. In addition to my higher-ed gig in Salt Lake, I consult for a national organization and work specifically with four other consultants who live all over the country. In addition to our individual travel and consulting, we meet together a couple times each year and this time around we piggybacked this research conference. We'll spend half the time in Tampa at the conference and half the time in St. Petersburg on the beach at a Tradewinds resort continuing our meeting. Rough, I know.

Yesterday afternoon, two friends and I decided we were burned out on longitudinal studies with huge Ns and aggregate data that all start to blur with the last four 90 minute session you sat through. Time for Ybor City. What better way to travel to Tampa's old town than via the old street car system?

Ybor ("e-boar") is the last name of the founder of the city, Vicente Martinez-Ybor. It was once a very busy cigar-making district, and still is to some extent. It was home to primarily Cubans and Italians, and is known as the Latin quarter. We wandered the narrow brick streets, ate lunch at the Green Iguana, poked around in a vintage clothing store called Fetishes (it was huge, like Decades for those readers that live in the SLC), and we had 20 minutes to kill before the next trolley so what was there to do but play in the gay sex boutique.

We went back to Ybor City that night with everyone, had dinner at Columbia, and watched a live Flamenco show. This Spanish (+ Cuban flare) restaurant is in its fifth generation of family ownership (established 1905). It's the largest Spanish restaurant in the world, seating more than 1,700 people in 15 different dining rooms and a cigar bar. The local tradition of hand-painted tiles is evident in the mosaics and art throughout the restaurant. Colombia is such a beautiful place and a must-do with every trip to Tampa. I ate there twice on this trip...both times Cayo Hueso (mahi mahi in the most magical citrus juice), with rice, yucca, platanos, and mojo. Yum. I highly recommend the guava cheesecake.

Here are a few pics of the adventures and lots more will be posted (eventually) to flickr.

Street in Ybor City.

I may not be a drinker, but I recognize a formidable wine list (and cellars) when I see them. The Columbia is beyond top notch.

Hand painted ceramics, a staple ware of local artisans.

Stairway in Columbia with hand-painted tiles, many depicting Don Quixote.

Random Tampa Surprise | Poolside Flower

Random Tampa Surprise | Oddly Erotic Vase

Vase in the lobby of Tampa's Marriott Waterside Hotel & Marina.

Random Tampa Surprise | Colorful Carpark

Rainbow-colored parking structure in Tampa's Channelside neighborhood.

The Conference Shuffle | Tampa, FL

Tote bag? Check. Sexy lanyard, name tag, and meal tickets? Check. Conference schedule (also known as the binder resembling in thickness nothing shy of my senior thesis)? Check. Room key? Check. I'm off.

Smile politely at group of geeky academics already clustered in elevator, identifiable by identical totes and lanyards. Engage in awkward conversation. Try to remember woman's name who of course remembers me and I know that I know from the conference last year. And the year before. Tell everyone, but no one by name, that I'll see them around and yes, definitely find me at lunch and we'll continue this completely one-sided conversation about your dissertation and the humidity.

Meander past "breakfast" table. Debate between strawberry NutriGrain bar or Nature's Valley oats & honey. Take one of each. And an apple.

Glance at conference schedule. Shuffle to Grand Salon A. Classroom style. Secure favorite seat: second row, outer isle, left side. Reach for complimentary hotel notepad and pen. Note date and session title on top of said notepad. Pour water and move candy to my side of the table. Begin session.

60-90 minutes later, leave Grand Salon A. Shuffle into the hallway. Wait in long line in women's restroom. Engage in more awkward conversation about someone else's dissertation and the weather. Leave restroom. Check the schedule. Note the next session I marked as one-to-attend. Doh! Shuffle back into Grand Salon A. Sit in row three, inner isle, right side. Keep it exciting.

Repeat. Repeat.

Shuffle into Great Ballroom. Locate friends. Sit and wait for Mystery Meal #1 to be served. Remind waiter, again, as you reminded the nice man at registration who doles out meal tickets, no red meat. Wait for Oops Mystery Meal Plan B to be served. Hope for the best.

Two hours later, glance at conference schedule. Shuffle to Grand Salon D. Round tables. Someone in my favorite seat. Pick random seat at different table. Reach for complimentary hotel notepad and pen. Note date and session title on top of said notepad. Pour water and move candy to my side of the table. Begin session.

60-90 minutes later, leave Grand Salon D. Shuffle into the hallway. Wait in long line in women's restroom. Engage in more awkward conversation about yet another dissertation. Leave restroom. Check the schedule. Note the next session marked as one-to-attend.

Repeat. Repeat.

By the end of one day I have no less than five notepads full of things-to-do, things-to-study, ways-to-better-research-xyz...and a stack of PowerPoint handouts that now rival the thesis-esque conference schedule. Smile politely at group of geeky academics clustered in upward-bound elevator, identifiable, again, by identical totes and lanyards and the fact that the man on the left was the person in my favorite seat. Engage in awkward conversation and tell everyone, but no one by name, that I'll see them around and yes, definitely find me at dinner and we'll continue this conversation. Unload tote in hotel room.

Shuffle back to Grand Ballroom. Locate friends. Sit and wait for Mystery Meal #2 to be served. Remind waiter, again, as you reminded the nice man at registration, no shellfish. Wait for Mystery Meal Plan B to be served. Keep hoping for the best.

All in a days work.

Hard@Work | Tampa, FL

I have a demanding job and I travel a lot for work. Even though I love traveling it can be stressful and disorienting when I'm away from home every couple weeks. I can't travel less, but I've recently made a commitment with myself that I will slow down and enjoy each trip. I'm plan to add a day or two on either side of as many trips as I can and I'm taking time to explore, relax, anything but check email, call the office and work work work. Today is a great example of a low-key day.

I started my day in the fitness center and even though the humidity nearly killed me, I felt great about hopping on the treadmill first thing in the morning. I then spent most of the day/afternoon in the pool. Mmmmmm...pool food from the grill...sometimes it just hits the spot. So much for the treadmill.



The conference opened with a reception at the Florida Aquarium. It was a cool venue for a reception and although I struggle with aquariums just like I struggle with zoos, it was still neat to see a 400lb. grouper. Eww. I met up with friends at the reception and after wandering through the fish for a while, it was ten o'clock...time for tina tapas. Yum-my! The Spanish food in Tampa is fantastic and I'm going to bed on a very full tummy...tummy full of tapas.

On the Road Again | Tampa, FL

This time I'm traveling for business, but who can complain with these digs?

Lobby of the Marriott Waterside (yes, the palm trees are real).

I'm sensing that palm trees stuck in the middle of everywhere is a theme. Exhibit B: the pool.

The view from my room. Comforting to know that if I can't't find a cab at the airport, I can sail my yacht into the 21 boatslip marina below my window.

Sweet dreams...