Yikes. What a week. A list of sorts: I spent a day at a symposium, learning about digital repositories; this made me eager to advocate for this topic within my own place of employment. I started the summer Ultimate season. I got lost on the way to work. Yes, this is true. I went to drop off a key for J. and found myself completely guessing as to how to get onto the freeway in order to drive in the correct direction. I thought I might save time and search ahead (i.e. east) for an entrance ramp instead of backtracking west. Unfortunately, I only found 55E—and was stuck on this road in traffictraffic (I love this doubling effect with words—some local choreographers’ rented studio space is called SpaceSpace. My little brother, upon receiving a baby Pound Puppy for his first (Is this right? Can babies speak when they are just a year old?) birthday and being asked what its name was, replied, “Name” with great confidence in his tone of voice.). I then made a u-turn and tried, without success, to get back on 94E. Instead I found myself entering the U of M area. Then I simultaneously thought, “Go to the West Bank and turn around” but took the East Bank exit. I was quite late for work—and quite embarrassed to actually have to say that yes, I did get lost on my way to a job I have had for over two years. Rehearsal on Wednesday found us finding comfort in letting this work-in-progress piece rest (it will be performed as a work-in-progress) and discussing scary things dancers sometimes find/develop on their feet. (I used to be into feet. Someone once commented that much of my writing features prominently placed pedi-prose (although not in those words...I just made those up.)) On Wednesday night, I had to return to work to finish some last minute details before our Thursday-Friday faculty workshop. I ended up locking myself in the library’s basement until 12:30 in the morning, constantly looking over my shoulder because the elevator was running even though the library was closed. Being that on-edge makes it, um, difficult to get work done quickly. Thursday and Friday were long days. I ran into a bit of ageism—but in reverse. I need to further process the things that happened, the things that were said, to fully address the situation, but I found it rather ironic that in a two-day discussion about how to better educate a college population of traditional and non-traditional students, there was still a vague sense of some wanting only to further stress their elitist mindsets. I’ll have to elaborate on this later. We did make some headway though, and it looks like librarians and faculty will be able to successfully collaborate much more in the coming years, with hopes of graduating more information-literate students. By lunchtime today, I was squirming in my seat like a little kid. I was fantasizing about jumping up and just taking a run around campus—just over and over again until I was completely worn out. This reminded me of something we used to do with my dad. On long road trips (after our coveted (long story, maybe some other time) bathroom breaks, we would take a run around the gas station, around the rest stop, around the fast food restaurant. We would run around and around and around together until we had purged ourselves of excess energy. I remember watching my dad’s feet when he ran; I remember my mom waiting patiently in the van for her family.

And still, at twenty-seven, I will take a run around the gas station, the rest stop, the fast food restaurant on my own road trip breaks. I will make a point to visit Waffle Houses whenever I see them. I will look for out-of-the-way places and consider even non-adventures adventures. I will remind myself of my dad, my kind of traveler.