My May [in Polaroids]

Zen Mia



Kickin' it with some rock 'n' rollers at Disneyland

 

"Coldies"



 Tis indeed a small world after all























Making friends with dogs in Ocean Beach




 

I need more days like these



My friends have many talents

  

Making friends with dogs in Ocean Beach (Part II)





There's no place like home



If I broke your heart last night..

It's because I love you

Most of all.

Somethin' About Summer

Summer vacation is once again upon us. The sun is shinning like it hasn't shinned in longer then I remember. Ocean Beach is in it's prime....and I've been soaking up every drop of the summer time spirit that wafts through the air. After working literally everyday last week, I've spent the last few days recharging, reconnecting, and rejuvenating my soul.

Alas, my heart and brain have again challenged each other to a duel.
My heart is feeling nostalgic and wants the "good ol' days" back and my brain is sending out red flags and pleading for rational decision making and judgement.

They say that scent is the strongest sense tied to memory, well the smell of cigarettes and sawdust have infiltrated my frontal cortex and hijacked my judgement.

Here we go again...

Taking a que from the master

I woke up today exhausted but feeling strangely inspired.

Perhaps it is because the spring semester is officially over today and a giant weight has been lifted off my shoulders allowing me to actually have creative thought for the first time in several months. It may be time to break out the old Golden acrylics and push some paint around. I've spent a lot of time exercising my body and my smart ass mouth lately so it seems fair to allow my right lobe to feel the burn. Wish me luck!

"Painting is the most magical of mediums. The transcendence is truly amazing to me every time I go to a museum and I see how somebody figured another way to rub colored dirt on a flat surface and make space where there is no space or make you think of a life experience."
   ~Chuck Close

So Tired

I'm in the midst of a 65 hour work week.
Did I mention that it is also finals week?
Coincidence? Maybe
Exhausting? Definitely

I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink.
...No, no, no

Doctor's Orders

"Be who you are and say what you feel
because those who mind don't matter
and those who matter don't mind.”

~Dr. Seuss

Lonely in Love

Isn't love just the worst?
It's the thing that drives us to greatness, often leads us to insanity, has the potential to kill us, or even kill others. I don't trust anything that has the capacity to evoke such strong emotions or physical responses. I say this, of course, because I am still profoundly bitter after recent heartbreaks and misgivings that occurred when I actually let my guard down and allowed myself to feel such emotions. Jaded? Yes. I don't really know what my problem is. Maybe I just fall in love with the idea of love rather then the person. Then once I wake up and realize what I'm doing, I flip out and split. Either way, I need to get used to the idea of not dating for a while. I have way too many things going on in my life to focus on the needs of another person (aside from my daughter).
Although I must admit, I'm a sucker for a shoulder to rest my head on after a long hard day. And I much prefer a warm clavicle to sleep on instead of a pillow. Loneliness is just the part of being single that I can't get used to. Just having my self to depend on when things get hard, and being completely self reliant.

Mark my words, this shall be the summer of UNlove.
Or so help me...

My Beautiful People

I'm realizing that everyone is seemingly the same.
There really aren't that many interesting people left in the world.

We're bred to follow trends, dress a certain way, and follow a certain set of social guidelines. Individuality seems to be a thing of the past. When will we learn that creativity is a gift, and should be cultivated like a precious cash crop?

Do you ever feel like you're walking down a busy city street and everyone is walking the opposite direction?

I'm sounding snobby and pretentious-I know.
I've just become an advocate for those who refuse to adhere to the rules of society.
Those who scoff at social norms.
To me, they're the special/beautiful people.
They're the ones who keep things interesting.
They're the ones who you laugh at when you walk down the street.
They're the kids in high school who wear knee highs, black tutu's, white lipstick and umbrellas in the middle of spring.
They're the people who dance wildly on the seawall in ocean beach.
They're the ones who are changing our planet.

They're the ones who don't care and choose to be themselves.
We can all take a lesson from our bizarre brethren.
I know I am.

I love you guys.
You all inspire me.

It was a good day

Yesterday the sun was out. Little Italy was alive with the energy of Spring. Ocean Beach seemed more peaceful and carefree then usual. Where ever I was, people were happy. Their Joy was contagious. While absorbing the overwhelming positivity that consumed the air, I felt like a new chapter in my life was just beginning. It might only be the introductory paragraph, but the thesis looks good.

Yeah. It was a good day...

Painfully Peaceful Political Blog

Soooo Osama Bin Ladan died today.

Judging by my countries response you would have thought that it was a national holiday. I guess to some people, it is. I can sympathize with the families who lost loved ones on Sept. 11th 2001. To them, I'm sure a certain amount of justice has been served, and hopefully a decent level of closure has been felt. However, I am utterly sickened by the thousands of people gathering across our country belligerently cheering and glorifying this man's death. Needn't remind them that they are behaving the same way this man's supporters acted after 9/11. I choose to not celebrate violence of any sort...
I don't kill bugs
I don't poison rats
I don't eat meat
I don't support the death penalty
I don't believe in war
and I certainly don't agree with people cheering over the murder of a murderer.

I don't believe in most things, trust me, but my belief in nonviolence is one of the most persistent driving forces in my life. I'm saddened that we are unable to unite as a society to be rise above what happened today.

Rather then end this blog on a sad note, I'll leave you all (the 3 of you who actually read this) with some food for thought, from the man himself. I think he verbalized what I'm trying to say here in a much more intuitive way..

“We are constantly being astonished at the amazing discoveries in the field of violence. But I maintain that far more undreamt of and seemingly impossible discoveries will be made in the field of nonviolence.”

~Gandhi

My Favorite Things

When my shins splint
When the sun burns
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
..and then I dont feel so bad.

This week had been difficult.
very difficult.
This week almost broke me.

It's Saturday night, and I'm sitting at home eating a bowl full of raw almonds while watching SNL...Stone cold sober, and feeling rather peaceful. I guess I am stronger than I thought. After Tuesday's epic meltdown I spent the rest of the week sobering up and re-evaluating my judgements and priorities. In fact I even gave myself the gift of shin splints...

Sometimes when you fight the pavement, the pavement fights back.

It feels good being positive and attempting to heal my wounded soul.
We shall see how long this lasts.
In the mean time I think it's time to rest...My Chemistry