Utah, I am home.

Why are you unseasonably warm, Utah? Why are you developing a bad case of the smogs? Why does airline travel make one feel as though the blood has thickened ever so fatally in one veins, and also, and curiously, sweaty?

Utah, I have stories to tell about the curious pleasures of airports: a reason to read Esquire, a moment or 200 to oneself, the chance to read a whole book at a time, time to contemplate one's next move, time to think about and feel everything about the trip--how much fun one had and how much one misses the daughter one visited--and about home. But I am glad not to be in an airport now, even giving the airports their props--the flights were on time, people were helpful, my bag made it with me despite having to change airlines and a stop in Denver, both ways.

Mainly, though, Utah, I am glad to reconnect to my own life and routine. I am very glad to be with my husband. Tomorrow, I will develop rolls and rolls of film. I will be glad to have the photos to remind me of my darling daughter and of the wonderful places we visited together. I will take Bruiser (I believe he was named State Dog in my absence) for a walk. I will go to the bank and write a poem and begin reading a new book. I will see loved ones and eat Utah vegetables. I need to be here, I am glad to be here, though my heart, it turns out, my heart is both here and also everywhere.

Changeling: A Movie Review by Hightouchmegastore.

Too long, unexpectedly harrowing crime stuff, arch melodramatics. Angelina Jolie wears excellent lipstick and hats. By the way, she is the heroine.

In other news, today my daughter and I saw pages written by Louisa May Alcott and Henry David Thoreau, and by written, I mean "actually written, as in, the pages encapsulated in plastic are the actual pieces of paper written on in ink by these writers." We saw these pages at the Concord Free Public Library, which is a splendid place. We also went to Salem and took in all sorts of diverse historical hoohah, and by hoohah, I mean "awesome buildings and more stuff than witches, which in itself is very interesting." As in, The House of the Seven Gables, which has (a) seven gables, and (b) a rich and storied history. Did you know Salem was a thriving seaport? That there are many first settlement buildings in Essex county? that you can follow a red painted line all over the historic part of Salem, but that it's kind of a mystery who actually maintains the red line?

Finally, and in summation, GPS contraptions are crazy and annoying, but if you can get in the rhythm of the GPS robot, it might actually help you find the movie theater. There is, of course, no question of the GPS robot getting in your rhythm. No: welcome my friends, welcome to the machine. What did you dream? It's all right--it tells you what to dream.