Saturday
Posted By Sika on May 8, 2007
Today we went to part of the graduation at Prescott, up until Lizi gave away her students (one of whom was named Tessa, to Shannon’s delight). The president of Prescott College gave a pretty thoughtful and inspiring speech, I thought, and then I became obsessed with the fact that I think he was our Dean on Semester at Sea 1996 and stopped listening. Shannon and I then hightailed it to the comic book store in Prescott Valley for Free Comic Day (yay!). Having satisfied our Joss Whedon addictions, we finished watching Beerfest (we actually paired up our movies this week pretty well—Diggers with My Super Ex-Girlfriend and Children of Men with Beerfest—Layne thinks we’re bipolar.) and packed for Sedona and the Grand Canyon.
On the way to Sedona, the scenery was incredibly beautiful, and I had many deep and profound thoughts—of which I remember nothing. But they were really important thoughts, and you would not believe how much better your life would be if only I could share them with you.
OOOO! I remember one of my deep and profound thoughts. Obviously, I love taking photos and documenting events and all that preservation of memory kind of thing. But as Shannon and I were driving through this amazingly rugged desert/mountain territory—unable to pull over and document any of it—I remembered a thought I’ve had before on this trip. Sometimes I think it’s good that an image cannot be preserved. It lives on, warped and altered in our memories, but considering that our entire lives are remembered not as they are but as we have filtered them, maybe that’s not a bad thing. Maybe the images that we can only mull over in our heads become a deeper part of our subconsciousnesses, of the communal mind. Maybe those spaces become more sacred because they have not been overly documented. Anyway, just ideas that I am tossing around.
We arrived in Sedona and immediately went up on Sugarloaf which is basically in the backyard of the family that we’re staying with just for a quick walk/hike thingie. Shannon and I each took many photos, but there were many things I couldn’t capture due to the dying light.
Someday I will probably post about what is really going on in my head right now. I don’t know if that kind of navel gazing would be more interesting or less, but suffice it to say that I am thinking a lot more than maybe it appears about how much my life is about to change. After all, I’ve got less than a month left in the States, and so this major decision that I made either months or years ago (depending on perspective) is finally coming close enough that I can start to become paranoid about the true ramifications of this path in my life.
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