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this is the first day of my life: May 2014
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This is the first day of my life. Tuesday, May 13, 2014. This post could just as easily be titled: "Roni, This Is. This is what my face looks like these days. Although, sometimes I close my mouth. It was a parenthesis. Sometimes I feel the same way about my time in New York City. Like I am living in a new parenthesis. I elaborated on this sentiment with my friend, and she said, "This is your life.". Nonetheless, sometimes in the morning I still open my eyes and have to ask myself, "Is this my life? But t...
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this is the first day of my life: September 2013
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This is the first day of my life. Wednesday, September 25, 2013. On Reading Joan Didion Essays in a Tattoo Parlor. The names of the proprietors of Giant Tattoo, my next-door neighbor, are not Cujo and Bulldog. Those are the names of the movers around the corner. I was confused. But the Giant Tattoo people (whose names I never asked) were gracious about the mistaken identity. Are any of you named Cujo or Bulldog? And "Are you from California? I ought to express my gratitude in a neighborly way. Maybe ...
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this is the first day of my life: April 2015
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This is the first day of my life. Saturday, April 25, 2015. These days, I essentially live inside a blanket fort, or if I am being perfectly forthcoming about my sourcing of materials, a thrift store bed sheet fort. I still call the Foam Dome home and am beginning to earn the moniker "Summit County local.". Running away to join the circus? But Der Fondue Chessel closed, and I stayed. I deviated from the plan. So, I am drinking it all in. Sometimes with my roommate's dog, TT, by my side. Exhibit A: This p...
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this is the first day of my life: August 2014
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This is the first day of my life. Monday, August 18, 2014. Mountains make poor receptacles for dreams. The title of this post comes from a line in jon krakauer's into the wild. Just before i read into the wild,. I devoured into thin air,. Recently mr. jon krakauer has been my literary obsession, but reading the into thin air. And into the wild. Maybe life is a little a bit like improv. if you stop saying yes to opportunity, you suspend development. I excitedly told my mom this plan. it was the first ...
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this is the first day of my life: December 2013
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This is the first day of my life. Tuesday, December 31, 2013. An abundance of lists (okay, just two). Anyway, in an attempt to review the year and prepare for the next I have created some lists. List #1: A summary of the highlights of 2013, in no particular order. 1 Moved to New York. 2 Held three jobs (Fat Jack's, Neighborhood House, and generationOn). 3 Went on trips to New York City, Las Vegas, Moab, Atlanta and Washington D.C. 4 Hiked a couple mountains (although, not Timpanogos). 3 Have more fun.
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this is the first day of my life: February 2014
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This is the first day of my life. Thursday, February 6, 2014. Yesterday, i searched flights from new york to damascus. I had just read a summary of the UN report on the atrocities syrian children have been subjected to in the ongoing syrian civil war and felt so tormented how easily it is to sit idly by that i had a brief flashing moment of being some intrepid bleeding-heart throwing herself at the mercy of a war-ravaged land in hopes of doing some good. Today, i've been thinking a lot about ambition.
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this is the first day of my life: January 2014
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This is the first day of my life. Tuesday, January 21, 2014. Hey, sean. i'm living in new york. In september of 2012, a boy i knew named sean died. We'd worked together for about three years, starting as bussers- the lowly training ground for future servers- at one of the finest mexican food dives in the suburban sprawl of utah county, joe bandido's. He was simply a golden boy. it was impossible not to be drawn to his charisma and genuine kindness. After a five year tenure, through college and a little b...
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this is the first day of my life: August 2013
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This is the first day of my life. Sunday, August 4, 2013. On Picking Flowers (Really a Meditation on Moving Away). I know you are suppose to leave beautiful things in that one place where they belong so other people can enjoy them, but I don't stay in one place. Sometimes you want more than a memory. Even though, inevitably, every flower I have ever picked has died. I guess that is the unavoidable fate of trying to cling to things that are fleeting. But you'll never meet them. All right, so we do the...
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this is the first day of my life: October 2013
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This is the first day of my life. Tuesday, October 22, 2013. Rush hour on public transportation is sort of a democratization of human closeness. A stranger does not have to know me to sit so near that our thighs have practically melded together. This isn't a story about the posters that read: "A Crowded Subway is No Excuse for an Inappropriate Touch." Rather, this post is a simple observation of two gentlemen who stood back to back for 50 blocks. Monday, October 21, 2013. There is love enough in this wor...
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this is the first day of my life: accidental satisfaction
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This is the first day of my life. Saturday, April 25, 2015. These days, I essentially live inside a blanket fort, or if I am being perfectly forthcoming about my sourcing of materials, a thrift store bed sheet fort. I still call the Foam Dome home and am beginning to earn the moniker "Summit County local.". Running away to join the circus? But Der Fondue Chessel closed, and I stayed. I deviated from the plan. So, I am drinking it all in. Sometimes with my roommate's dog, TT, by my side. Exhibit A: This p...