i feel weird

flying from LAX to salt lake. this is probably one of the most unique flights of my life because usually traveling is a rather large production (to massachusetts or hawaii), but today is just a quick hour and a half hop skip over to the island of utah. i am wearing cut off shorts, a bathingsuit, tshirt and flannel with my hair in a nest on top of my head and sand spilling out of my ears and shoes. once again, a unique flight.

i have the bad tendency of making strong judgements regarding people on airplanes. for example, i'm sandwiched between two men. the one to the left looks about twenty five, is clean cut and rather normal. t-shirt, jeans, no strange tattoos, piercings or extreme hairstyles (overall, he would pass honor code at BYU). a "nice-looking boy". i sit down, rather pleased, and we make eye contact. he looks away quickly. strike one, but i havent made any assumptions yet. i rummage around for my seatbelt and realize that the strap between us is caught underneath him. he makes no attempts to help me out or get up. strike two, but i'm still not worried because i dont like seatbelts anyways. i let it slide and remain unbuckled. he assumes the typical stance of any man on any flight (i wont go into this, but it is one of my biggest pet peeves). widespread knees flooding into my space and fat elbows practically resting on my ribs. ofcourse my legs are tightly crossed, hands resting in my lap, elbows tucked into my side. but i dont hold it against him, society and gender stereotypes have corrupted this otherwise innocent young man since the time he was born. he has no control over that. then something happens that changes all my optimistic hopes for our pleasant flight relationship. something so revolting i had to stop myself from dry heaving. something so absolutely inappropriate and contrary to any social norm i could hardly believe my eyes. in one swift movement he leans back, lifts his left leg and rests it on his right knee, exposing a fat, pale, smelly bare foot. if he had pointed his toe it would have massaged my thigh. STRIKE THREE. I DONT LIKE YOU.

besides that, its been a smooth flight. california was epic. los angeles, san clemente, san diego, palm springs, laguna, venice. my first in&out burger experience. lots of fun firsts. lots of film. lots of love.

some samples from the new fisheye. more to come. more rolls to develop. expensive habit. atleast its not drugs.

LA to san clemente to san diego. 5 days and california is treating me very well. also i bought a fisheye camera from urban yesterday that i am stoked on. so today will be a fisheye day. excited. kudos to kait for being the best host on the west cooast

at the BYU-idaho library. crossing into foriegn territory. will give detailed report later. over and out.

Adrià Cañameras. Barcelona.

sorry i havent blogged as of late. i've been busy living. hawaii spun away in a blur of waves and tans and books and acai bowls. i may not have straight A's to show for it, but i learned and smiled a ton. i grew. thats important. in reflection, the biggest lesson i learned over the last year can be summed up in the wise words of one of my professors: "do not let your schoolwork get in the way of your education". thank you phillip mcarthur. i am finally learning. i wish i had started earlier.

so aloha 'oe hawaii until august. next adventure: the wild wild west. i am trying to soak it in, letting the (cold) wind blow me around. left and right and up and down. getting in touch with my mainland roots. taking time. slowing down. gardening with grandma. peeling back the layers of antique thrift stores. exploring downtown salt lake. the fun has only just begun. summer never disappoints. i'm twenty years old. the possibilities are endless--the sky is the limit. theres just one uncontrollable supernatural force that is working against me, holding me back, pinning me down:

jetlag.