Egads! Summer’s almost over! Before the cold winds rustle the fading trees and the days slip away to long nights, we’ve got to get a few more summer “chores” done. What’s on your summer to-do list?
Though I’ve read more over the past seven months than I likely did in the entire preceding year, only one of those books was a novel (July’s People by Nadine Gordimer.) From collections of poetry to political histories to philosophy, my reading has been well-rounded in every aspect but fiction. My insatiable desire to know and attempt to understand, well, everything has left little room for the luxury of make believe. Yet I’m beginning to miss the artistic and linguistic lens the world takes on when I’m immersed in a novel. Reading poetry has a similar effect, but on a more intimate, acute level. Prose fiction seems to encourage sweeping revery and detailed imagined narratives, while poetry infuses what already exists with a language of poignancy. Despite my inclination to read fiction, I have recently begun several novels to no avail. If anyone would like to help this Urchin fill the empty space on her bookshelf, suggestions would be most welcome.
New York City is known for its reputable art museums, and MoMA’s affiliate, PS1, happens to be one of the leading museums of contemporary art in the entire country. The art institution describes itself as more of an exhibition space rather than a collecting museum, leading the way in showcasing fresh and daring talent from all over the globe.
It’s really quite terrible. I live on the silly river and have barely just tested the water with my toe. As the snows melt in April and May, the Animas River is a rush of whitewater fit for hardcore kayakers and rafters, but by this time of year, it’s a mellow float for anyone with an inner-tube and a can of beer. (Hey, that’s me.) Living at nearly 7,000 ft. in the mountains, swimming opportunities are few and far between, so bashing your butt on rocks, fording low spots, and “swimming” in 3 ft. of water is as close as you can get to that iconic summer activity. Not that I’m complaining, Colorado… climbing, backpacking, and trail running are pretty sweet, too.