i am for the art of bread wet by rain.

i am for the art of friends studying at borders. i am for the art of late night conversations on the telephone. i am for the art of front room discussions on women's issues. i am for the art of sleep-overs on blown up mattresses with grapes, yogurt, and tivo. i am for the art of mid-afternoon philosophizing. i am for the art of giving in to purchasing books. i am for the art of parking lot dance parties. i am for the art of poems left in packages. i am for the art of making last minute phone friends. i am for the art of waxing nostalgic over a million beautiful provo memories. and i am for the art of accepting my addiction to diet coke with lime, staying up too late at night, and joining a silly site called twitter.

thank you, claes oldenburg, for sponsoring this moment in time.