don't think twice, it's alright

while walking along a Fort Mason pier with this same exact view of Ghirardelli Square in the distance, i was enjoying the kind of laugh that makes it hurt to stand up, and sharing it with two of the most important people in my life - a Love, and a Lovie.

i am happy to have one of my best of the best of friends in town for a visit. we spent a good hour alone sitting on a curb right outside of the Castro district catching up. all i could think about was how impossible it felt in that moment to feel more thankful than i already was to know such an amazing person. he never stops impressing and interesting me, never stops listening and understanding.

he is wonderful and my life feels wonderful with him in it.

i passed the last senior studio class i’ll ever have to take AND my vagina hasn’t been able to sleep for the past 36 hours.

first day reunited with my dark jeans! coincidentally the first time i spilled a cup of coffee all over my crotch too. right before going up in front of class for a 10 minute solo presentation.

If you find naked typewriters offensive, stay away from this page

it has been years since i made anything in photoshop for myself. i am hoping to finally put an end to that this summer with a little project that i have in mind. it’s already even got a name. are you just as excited as i am for Typewriter Erotica?

just the cutest little hostage a ninja could ask for

march 20: my first time holding the baby! SOMEhow i caught the moooost inconvenient cold on the day she was born so i’ve had no choice but to keep my distance …. until i remembered that i am a warrior who is trained in all martial-arts involving stealth, speed, a mastery of various weapons and poisons, and efficient & deadly combat tactics.

all to defend the honor of my family clan!

morning stretch

perhaps the thing that i like best about gloomy weather is that it continues to feel like early morning all throughout the day :)

so when 2pm rolls around, my body will read it as 9am, which makes it easier for me to convince myself that i haven’t wasted the day and that it’s not too late to go make something out of it.

fragmentary and fabulous

i keep a notepad where i write many unfinished sentences to unfinished thoughts. they represent reminders to musings in progress for me to come back to and elaborate on a later date. today seemed like it could be one of those good dates of late!

now, i don’t necessarily go through and finish them off one by one. a lot of times i don’t even finish one. it is just fun to read what has accumulated over the last few months: pleasant memories, forlorn realizations, and comical quotes. entertaining altogether as one document. i hope you enjoy the latest batch at least half as much as i did:

1) “I need to be more like you, oh my god. Your blog is my Jesus. MY BABY JESUS.”
2) we could be heroes just for one day
3) water color an elephant
4) be interesting, but be genuine.
5) “I’m not sure if Taylor is intimidated by my song writing skillz or if he just doesn’t believe there is a big market for soup based songs..”
6) things hurt. all the time. all the time things hurt.
7) my discotech-ing days are well behind me
8) she was mad and she yelled and she said hell.
9) i want to explore life, inside and outside myself, and share my observations with you
10) "I’m trying to be awesome, but it’s hard."
11) and then she brushed me away with a wave of her regal hand.
12) "The asshole in me cursed the lady for dying in the middle of the night and interrupting my sleep. Then the me in me said, ‘Hey asshole, get out of here.’"

happy baby shower to my sister

my first sewing project of the year!
also the first in a long while that i finished something after starting...
let's hope the rest of 2011 will stay this productive :)


fabric purchased at Bobbin's Nest Studio, the sweetest little shop for any little sewing greenhornets like myself. so go to it, my chickens. go to it.

i declare 2011 to be the year of Little-to-No-Fear

here we go. new year, new me.

ironically a big year for me personally, but through it all retained this same appreciation.

2010: The Year of Small Things

The things I hold dear to me fit cupped hands; they are easy to hold on to but hard to let go of. This was a year of things I held, and things that moved me— it was a year for touching.

I do not need big things in my life. Instead I fill days with the familiarity of old songs and the tenderness of apologies. I live for falling asleep during long trips in buses, and waking up to quiet cups of coffee. I want to count things that count to me: the delight in reading new books, the desire to write more stories; the certainty of a hand brushing my knee. And there will be long walks with someone I love or long walks alone. There will be slowness— I will make space and retreat into myself. I will take more pictures. I will collect more keys. I will discover the smallness of the sea.

See— the ocean spread against my palm. Life is waving.

2010 was a year of small things, and for 2011 I say: dream small. Besides, the small things matter, and are the largest things after all.

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